X2 with Jubilee
--- Heavenstar3
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Notes (IMPORTANT):
Well as promised here is chapter 6. I hope you liked the chapter 6 teaser.
I want to thank Mwhahahaha18 for being the only reviewer on the chapter 6 teaser. Thank you.
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Well, that's all I have to say. Oh, sorry for any misspelled words. Hope to see you in chapter 7.
I hope you enjoy.
'Italics' with quotes are thoughts
Chapter 6
[Jubilee's POV]
Okay, well this is going good. After my little 'spat' with John, I got hungry and decided to go into the kitchen.
When I got there an interesting sight greeted me; Wolvie with his claws out at Bobby's marmalade tabby cat. It got really funny when the cat didn't even flinch, but instead licked Wolvie's claws. I was going to laugh out loud, but Bobby's parents and brother came in.
Bobby must have heard them because five seconds after they came in he jumped down the stairs and told them that they needed to talk...and that is where this strange gathering in the living room started.
Okay, here we are all gathered in the living room, and the general atmosphere would have put a session of the Spanish Inquisition to shame. And yes, I know what the Spanish Inquisition was. I actually do pay...some attention in class.
The living room was a typical living room. Two couches facing each other with a coffee table in the middle of them. Bobby's parents and brother were sitting on one, Bobby and Rogue on the other. John and I hung out behind Rogue, our butts perched on the edge of an antique side table. I had a feeling that Bobby's mom was not too happy with us sitting on her table. It must be those sharp glances that occasionally came our way that gave me the feeling. John had his lighter out and was, as usual, playing with the lid, as if the sound of the ticking clock weren't intrusion enough. Wolvie stood in the doorway to the kitchen, nursing a new beer.
We were, well actually I was, waiting for someone to say something or do something. Again with the uncomfortable silence. It actually made me think of my parents. My parents died before my powers kicked in. I wonder how they would react to me? Would they treat me still like their little girl? Or would they toss me away like yesterday's garbage?
"So, uh, Bobby," Madeline, Bobby's mom, said, utterly lost, "when did you first know...that you were a...um..."
"A mutant?" John finished for her, still flicking his lighter open, then closed, open, then closed, open--
"Could you please stop that?" said Madeline and I absolutely agree with her. It was getting annoying.
I nudged John with my elbow and gave him an annoyed look. He just smirked.
"You have to understand," William, Bobby's dad, said slowly, "we thought Bobby was going to a school for the gifted."
I couldn't take anymore of this. Here's my friend Bobby being rejected by his own family. He looked like someone en route to the guillotine. I had to put my own two cents in. "Bobby is gifted."
"We know that," William conceded. "We just didn't realize that he was – "
I felt a flare of anger come out of William towards Bobby that was compounded in equal measures of confusion and a very real pain that bordered grief. I knew what he was going to say to Bobby before he even said it out loud.
"Why the hell didn't you tell us? What were you thinking, Bobby? We're your parents, for God's sake! How could you keep this to yourself, how could you not trust us – how could you lie?"
"Dad." Bobby sounded so helpless, strangling on his own guilt and shame. "You don't understand!"
"Obviously."
"Dad!"
"You lied, Bobby. Xavier lied. To my face. He kept your secret. What am I supposed to believe about him now, or this precious school of his? Or you? How many other secrets are there?" He turned to Wolvie. "Just what is it you teach my son, 'Professor'?"
"Art," Wolvie said sarcastically. "And it's just Logan."
I couldn't help myself. I know that this is a serious moment and all, but when Wolvie said he was the art teacher I laughed and turned to John giggling, "Yeah, the art of destroying things." John laughed also.
After our ten second laugh-a-thon, we looked up and noticed everybody staring at us and not in a happy way. I don't like when people stare. We both cleared our throats and looked serious again.
"You show up without a word of warning or explanation. Apparently without even clothes of your own to wear. What's that supposed to mean?" William questioned us.
"We still love you, Bobby," Madeline said, starting to reach out to him but holding back right at the last, the same way people did around Rogue. She looked at her hand, at Bobby, at her hand again, as though it had suddenly become some alien part of her. I read her thought behind the hesitation. 'Am I suddenly afraid of my own baby?' She tried to find some explanation, some rationale, in words: "It's just that the mutant problem is very..."
"What mutant problem?" Wolvie asked. She just continued on, not paying attention as if she didn't hear him.
"...complicated."
Good old Rogue, always the one to try to lighten the mood said, "You should see what Bobby can do."
We all looked as Bobby stretched out his hand to his mother's teacup, ignoring how quickly she snatched her own hand clear, and touched it with a fingertip.
Bobby projected his thoughts and emotions when he noticed his mom's actions. 'Please don't be afraid of me mom. I'm still your little boy, just with some added talents.' I felt Bobby's pain when I read his thoughts. It made me want to cry.
This whole thing makes me want to cry. Maybe it is best that my parents are dead. Don't take that the wrong way. I loved my parents, I still do. It's just that if they were alive and they found out I was a mutant and treated me like how Bobby's parents are treating him...I don't know if I could take that. My parents are two of the few people who I respect and need their approval of me and everything I do. If they rejected me I'd be lost.
Instantly a layer of ice crystals formed around the rim and down the sides of Madeline's teacup.
Bobby turned the cup over and the tea within, frozen completely solid, dropped onto the saucer with a quiet clink. The marmalade tabby wound its way around Rogue and him and used his thigh as a springboard to the table where she proceeded to lick the tea.
The sight of the cat licking the iced tea made me smirk. It reminded me of the kitchen scene with the cat and Wolvie.
"I can do a lot more," Bobby said.
I saw a light in William's eyes. His thoughts were very clear, 'My boy did that!' It was laced with excitement, joy, pride, but also sadness. It hurt him being cut out of the loop.
Madeline wasn't anywhere near as amused, and she wasn't proud in the slightest. As for Ronny, he got up from the couch and bulled his way out of the room, deliberately giving John and me a should check as he passed.
He made a lot of noise pounding up the stairs, and he shut his door with a slam that resounded through the house.
I couldn't blame the kid. If this was hard on Bobby's parents then its even harder on Bobby's brother. From what Bobby told me, he and Ronny are just not brothers, but best friends. They did everything together before Bobby went away. Finding out that your best friend, your own brother is keeping a huge secret from you hurts. I felt that from Ronny.
My parents died before they could have any more children, so I never had a brother or a sister to confide in or play with or be best friends with. I was alone. When I came to Xavier's I guess you could say Jean became a sister to me, Scott become a brother, Ororo became sort of a mother figure, and the Professor became a father figure to me. They are the other four people who I respect and need their approval. My family. And if they treated me like Bobby's parents and brother are treating him because of some big secret they didn't know (which would be kind of hard since my father and sister figure both have telepathic abilities), I'd feel hurt and alone just like how Ronny and Bobby feel.
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