Mutants of the mansion

Chapter 10

You know what a Skyrim addiction can do to people.

(Rogue)

"Hey, Roguie. Wake up." A rough hand gripped my shoulder and gently shook me. I just pushed it away. "Come on girlie. We're back at the mansion."

"Maybe latah, Logan." I grumbled, curling up in my seat.

"Later ain't an option. Everybody else is back in th' house." With a reluctant sigh, I stood up and stretched. "I'm pretty sure Jubes will want to see th' both of us."

"If she ain't mad about us leavin' her." I smiled, walking with Logan towards the front room. As soon as we walked in, we noticed Scott curled up on the floor and holding his stomach. Jean was asleep on the sofa, her legs covered by a blanket, balloons tied into her hair and paper stuck to her face with various drawings on them. "Well, atleast she din't draw directly on her face." Trying not to laugh, Logan started to untie the balloons.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it." Cy coughed, and tried to stand up. When he caught sight of her again, he fell apart. It was pretty hard not to laugh.

"So I'm the one t' carry her to bed?" Logan asked after we both picked all the paper off her face. It took another 5 minutes of laughing and trying to catch his breath before Scott managed to pick her up.

"Good day, Logan. Rogue." He nodded to both of us then walked out of the room with Jean in his arms.

"So, ah guess it's time ta find Jubilee."

"Check the front of the house." Angel added as he walked past the room. We both looked at each other, then walked calmly out of the house. The small house had gone quite a ways. It was fully built, with windows and it was fully painted and even had a small ladder running up the tree trunk.

"Does...it have solar panels?" Logan questioned, walking around to look at it properly. "And is that my busted bike?"

"Rogue! Wolvie!" I looked back up at the treehouse, and Jubilee was floating down towards us. "You're back!" Then I was pulled into a bear hug. Wolverine got the same. "How was the mission?"

"Boring." I sighed, blowing a piece of hair out of my face. "The professor expected a battle that didn't happen."

"So there wouldn't have been any point at all for me to tag along?"

"Not at all, Darlin'" Wolverine smiled and ruffled her hair. "Oh yeah! I haven't given you your birthday present yet." Her eyes lit up like Christmas lights. "Come on!" With a wide grin, Wolverine ran to the side of the house with Jubilee following at his heels. I went along with them too. I don't want to miss this.

"You got me a Harley!" Jubilee squeed, hugging Logan tightly. "You're the best dad ever!" The look on his face was amazing. "I guess I can't learn how to use it for a while, huh?"

"I'm afraid not, darlin'. But don't worry. I'll teach ya soon." With another hug, she obviously spotted something behind me.

"Laura!" I think many people have come to fear Jubilee's hugs. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"I do not have to inform you on every part of my life, Jubilee."

"Would you believe me if I said you had to?"

"No." I still cringed when Logan and Laura hugged. It always felt like they were about to claw eachother.

"I kinda forgot that you'd be comin' back here, Laura." She just shrugged. Probably thinking that he was finished out here, Wolverine went back inside.

"X! Come see the treehouse I built!" After watching the farce of one teenager trying to drag another across the yard, I decided it was time to sleep. The only thing I fear is that Laura and Jubilee will be the only two awake.

(Jubilee)

"Do you have to type that ferociously?"

"I'm sorry X, but how in the hell do you type ferociously?" It didn't take long for the both of us to get settled in here. I was getting used to my new laptop, and Laura was reading one of my books. I managed to drag a futon out here so I could sleep in here, and I was laying on it. Laura was leaning against the wall, with one knee up and one leg outstretched. "You can type loudly, but I don't think ferocious is the word."

"Do you even know what ferocious means?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"It means feral or something, right?"

"It means Savagely fierce, cruel, or violent, Jubilee."

"Thank you, teacher X-23." I grumbled, turning back to my laptop. "I was close anyway." Another few minutes of quiet passed.

"How did you injure your face?" I faceplanted the floor. "Is that a sensitive subject?"

"I just hoped that I wouldn't have to explain it again." Removing the shades from my forehead, I gently touched the gauze and looked at her.

"It's hard to miss. It's a white patch that basically covers half of your head. And no, I'm not trying to be racist." She added when I opened my mouth to say something.

"Can you read minds now?" I got a shrug. Then she snapped to life and started to sniff the air. "What? What's wrong?"

"I think I can smell cookies." I didn't need telling twice. I was up and at the window. Jean was stood with a tray of apparently warm cookies.

"I don't suppose I could convince you two to come back inside with these." She smiled when I opened the window.

"Laura, we have a negotiation."

"Negotiate without me, Jubilee. I'm reading." I pouted at her.

"Just play along."

"Give me one good reason."

"...It was my birthday yesterday." The opposite wall was glared at for a moment, before my sister put the book down and joined me at the window. "I don't know Jean, what's in it for us?"

"Do you not see the cookies in my hands?" I pulled my thinking face. X just looked bored.

"I don't know. We may need a sample of your offering." Shaking her head in amusement, Jean floated two cookies up to us using her telekinesis. "These appear to be a worthy offering, Jubilee."

"I agree. We shall abide by your demands!" I called, both of us shuffling back inside to close the window. I shut my laptop and hid it under my futon. "You go first." I grinned, putting my shades back onto my forehead. With a shrug, Laura jumped to the ground from the hatch. I floated down slowly so I could close the trapdoor and put the padlock back on.

"So you can fly now? You could at least tell me things like that."

"Yes, and how you managed to fit solar panels onto your treehouse." Jean added.

"I made them. After you fell asleep on me." Grumbling, I swiped another cookie. I knew that Jean was talking to Laura telepathically as we walked back to the house. What they were on about eluded me though.

"Feel free to head into the front room." With a smile, Jean walked into the kitchen. Probably to make some other cookies. Laura basically ushered me into the dark room. The lights turned on and basically the entire team yelled 'Happy birthday' whilst throwing balloons at me. What happened after that was basically a blur. It was like a party, but with more yelling since people started throwing food. Me included. I ended up out on the upstairs balcony after a few hours. Being the centre of attention can be tiring. Also, the fact of Gambit still not being here upset me. Shoving my shades into my coat pocket and draping it over the balcony, I ran a hand through my sweaty hair and sighed.

"Somethin' on your mind, Sweet pea?" My heartrate elevated quickly when I heard that voice. "Nobody else noticed ya leave, but ah think they will soon."

"Thanks for the warning Rogue." It didn't help when she decided to put an arm around my shoulders. "Having that much attention can be...difficult."

"Are ya okay Jubes? Ya haven't been actin' like yourself around me for a while." I breathed I and out deeply. Moving from her grip, we both turned to face eachother. "Jubilee?"

"Just, don't freak out. Okay?" As soon as I got a nod, I stood on my toes, grabbed her head and kissed her. I swear, if I could have melted, I would have. The tingles spread throughout my body. Roge's hands rested on my shoulders, and I was able to go back to being flat on my feet. I suppose if we were focusing on our surroundings, we would've noticed the click of the amera from the doorway.

*melts*