X2 with Jubilee
—Heavenstar3
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Notes (IMPORTANT):
I am so, so sorry I have not updated in a long time. Life for me has been hectic. I thought since school is over I could write/type more chapters, but I was wrong. My outside school life took over and well let's just say life for me right now stinks.
I also want to say to some of my reviewers that I know that Jubilee and Logan have similar personalities. For crying out loud Jubilee is my favorite X-Men character, I should know how she acts. This story is MY interpretation of the movie if it had Jubilee in it. Once I am done with this story I plan to make a sequel and in there you will see Logan and Jubilee clash and become partners, okay?
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Chapter 5
[ Jubilee's POV]
Past Hartford, Logan abandoned the back roads for the interstate, figuring a sports car in the middle of nowhere would draw a lot more curiosity than one more amid the many that cruised between Boston and New York. For him, the perfect place to hide now was in plain sight. He timed it perfectly, joining the morning rush-hour crowd as it crawled through Connecticut's capital, thankful that Cyke hadn't indulged in a stand-out color like canary yellow or Ferrari scarlet. To the casual eye, this seemed like just another generic speedster. Stay with the flow of traffic, stay close to the speed limit, there shouldn't be any trouble.
We made decent time and rolled into the Boston suburb of Quincy just past noon. Nice streets, respectable houses, the sidewalks shaded by trees that had been here since before the Revolution. Reminds me of home.
We had left the mansion with a full tank of gas, and Logan hadn't made a stop anywhere along the way. He was too much of a mess and us teens were all in our pajamas, it was asking for trouble. The downside was, we were all pretty hungry and in desperate need of a bathroom and, being the teenagers that we are, we weren't at all shy about letting him know how cranky we were becoming.
Bobby gave directions, and Logan eased the car up the drive of a lovely two-story home. It was kind of smaller that my house in Cali., but it was still lovely. The garage was locked, so we had to leave the car exposed in the driveway.
We got out of the car, once Logan parked it, and followed Bobby towards the front door. He checked to see if it was unlocked, which it wasn't, so he knocked and rang the doorbell.
"Why didn't you bring your keys?!?" John asked.
"Well, it wasn't like I knew I needed them. Besides where am I going to put them? I'm in my boxers for crying out loud!!" Bobby responded.
"Doesn't your family keep a spare around here Bobby?" Rogue asked.
"No."
John, I could tell was getting frustrated, "So what are we going to do? Wait here outside in our pajamas until your parents come home?!"
"I got a key." We all turned to see one of Logan's claws already popped out. "Move."
"Wait a minute there big fella. You are going to put your thick claws into that small keyhole. I don't think so," I said, stopping him.
"And why not," he said to me in an irritated voice.
"Because you are going to mess up the door knob and once Bobby's parents come here and sees it, there going to think someone has robbed there house and call the cops. Something we don't want happening, am I right?"
"She's right Logan," Rogue agreed with me.
"Alright, so what do we do?"
"Here, I got it." I pulled out a paper clip. One of those strong, semi-thick paper clips that I found in the car, and uncoiled it. I bent it around so it was in a shape of a "L" and stuck one side of the used to be paper clip in the keyhole.
"Oh yeah, like that's going to work," Logan sarcastically said.
If I wasn't busy picking this lock, I would have kicked his ass. Imagine him, underestimating my skills. Ha!!
A few more turns and I think I've got it.
"It's not going to work. We might as well just throw something in the window," again Logan said.
A few more and I...'click'. "Got it," I say proudly and open the door.
I turn around to face them and all of their mouths were hanging open. It was pretty funny.
"How did you do that?" Rogue questioned.
"Here and there," I vaguely replied.
"Here and there? Yeah right. Where Jubes?" Bobby asked.
"Okay, I learned it on the streets of LA. You can't live on the streets without learning how to steal you know." I turned back toward the door to inspect my work. Not a scratch on the door knob.
"Well, are we going to stand here all day or are we going inside," John complained.
"Let's go inside," Logan finally said something. Ha! He probably wishes that he didn't underestimate Jubilation Lee's skills.
Bobby led us inside. "Mom?" he called I guess just to make sure. "Dad? Ronny? Anybody home?"
I could have told him the house was empty, but he wouldn't have believed me. When we were outside with John and Bobby arguing, I did a mind sweep, I think that was what the Prof. called it, to check if anybody was inside the house. I found nothing.
"We've got the place to ourselves," Bobby said. And it looks like I was right. Nobody knows I have some telepathic ability, just the teachers. I don't think Logan knows...hmm...we'll just see.
Bobby looked to the phone a started to reach for it. "Maybe I should call — "
Logan covered the phone with his hand and shook his head. "Leave it for now," he said. "You never know who might be listening."
"What, you saying those guys tapped my parents' phones?"
"I'm saying we need to be careful. This isn't a game Bobby." Logan swung his head around to allow his gaze to encompass us all. "Those troops were serious, and they were good. If we want to have a chance of coming out of this clean, we have to deal with 'em on that level, clear?"
Wow, this guy sounded like a platoon leader. We all nodded.
I saw Bobby nod with his lover lip between his teeth a sure sign of how worried he was. But when he faced us, his voice was under control. "I'll try to find you guys some clothes," he said to Rogue and I, and then to John: "And you, don't burn anything."
Being guys, they immediately traded gestures—a finger from John, a retorting smirk from Bobby. Boys, can't live with them, can't live without them.
Once Bobby gave John some of his clothes and shoes for him to wear, and one of his dad's white t-shirts for Logan, he lead Rogue and I to his room, while he search the attic for some clothes for us. The decor here echoed his room at school—emphasis on snow-boarding posters and the obligatory Red Sox pennant. What made my eyes really widen was an autographed football from the 2001 Super Bowl that the New England Patriots had won. That thing is going to be worth a lot of money someday.
I went over to his stereo, while Rogue was still looking at the posters on the wall, and flipped through his CDs. I was singularly unimpressed by his choice in music. Was I the only person in the school with any taste?
"Hey," Bobby finally arrived with some clothes in his hands.
"Hey," Rogue and I said greeting him at the same time.
"I hope these fit," he gave me a set of clothes and Rogue the other set.
"Thanks," we both said.
"They're my mom's. From before I was born. But I think they'll fit you guys."
"Groovy," Rogue replied lightly, grabbing at a similarly ancient word.
"Cool," I said while looking back and forth between them. I saw a look on their faces and got the meaning 'Three's a crowd,' so I decided I should get out of her. "Um, got a bathroom.?"
"Yeah, it's down the hall, first door on your left," Bobby gave me the directions without looking away from Rogue.
Okay. "Thanks," I hurried out, closing the door, not wanting anybody to witness what I just witnessed. Sure they're my friends, but when they start doing that look, I want to become sick.
I went inside the bathroom and closed the door. It was a pretty good-sized bathroom. Nice big tub, a separate shower, a long sink, toilet, a huge mirror. What could anybody ask for in a bathroom.
I put the clothes on the counter and examined them. They looked like the could fit me. Bobby gave me a white, low-cut, cotton sweater with gold designs on it and black jean bellbottom pants with the same gold designs on it at the side of the legs. It was pretty cool.
After I got it on, I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad. Not bad at all. It goes perfect with my jacket and everything. Good choice. Now all I need is shoes. I get out of the bathroom and search what looks like Bobby's parent's room. I'm sure his mom won't mind if I borrow a pair of her shoes, since I'm already borrowing her clothes.
I looked through the closet and see some nice black leather boots with what looked like two and a half inch heels. Score!!! I just hope they fit. I check them, they haven't even been used yet, they still have that paper in them. Ha, their a size six, perfect. Now I am complete.
After I put on the shoes I went down stairs to see John looking at Bobby's family picture. They look like a happy family. Like the one I used to have. I saw a hated expression on John's face and wondered why.
I walk up behind him, "They look like a happy family."
"Yeah," he answered, not taking his eyes off of the picture.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, really worried about him. John, since I've known him, has never been one to open up to others. I'm the same way, sort of. I reveal things about me, but not the whole truth. John just doesn't, not even to me.
"Yeah."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, some people just broke into our school and now we're here running for our lives. What do you think?"
"Well excuse me, I was just trying to be friendly," and I storm out of there. Can you believe the nerve of that guy? I was just trying to help and he gets all defensive. Why do you even bother, Jubilation? It's not like you like the guy or anything, he's just a friend, right? Argh! I don't have time for that right now. I'm hungry.
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