Accidents Will Happen

By Nova Zion

Summary: Jubilee's been hit by a car and is taken to the Snow Valley hospital while Logan tries to get there. This story has a 'choose your own ending.'
Characters: Jubilee and Logan are the main characters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing here, except my own rambling plot line and the doctor. It takes place in an alternate Marvel universe VERY similar to the current one (do you think I'd do something like this to one of my favorite characters in a regular one?) and has no effect what so ever or any continuity in the real one. Marvel owns the characters and Green Day owns the song I think. I'm also making no money, so don't bother suing me. Send all feedback to [email protected]. Likewise, if you like the story and want to archive it, please ask and I'll say yes! I am also going to apologize, this story may be garbage. I wrote it a while back (after my sister's graduation) when I was bored and I've been trying to tweak it, but it refuses to stay still (bad story!). However, I thought that if it won't stay still and be fixed, then I'd unload it where others can read it and resign it to it's fate.

A black jeep sped along the road carelessly, the driver swerving around cars and motorcycles, entering the lane next to him to pass a transport. The hulk loomed over him, the dark shadows covering the car and Logan cursed as another car took his spot in the lane, slamming his fist on the steering wheel and feeling the jeep respond with a light shudder to the left. Looking to switch into the lane on his other side, Logan sped up and flipped on the radio, hoping it would distract him from his thoughts of the little girl who lay in the hospital he was heading to.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.

Logan growled dangerously and smashed his fist against the radio, ignoring the pain. It was a song he'd heard many times, but one he didn't particularly want to hear right at the moment. His little girl, Jubilee, was hurt and laying in a hospital alone as he raced to get to her, to comfort her. And this was one of her favorite bands, Green Day or something like that. Emotions bubbled to the surface of the burly man and he swerved as tears filled his eyes. Wiping them away, he sped up again and pushed past a slow car, the song playing itself out in his head.

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.

Time was directing him now. Every second counted. The call had came when he was alone at the mansion, Sean's voice on the other end urgent and demanding. 'The wee one's been hurt Logan, badly. A car hit her 'round the corner while she was goin' to the store...' Logan growled again and pressed the accelerator, blaring his anger at the world with the horn in his jeep. He knew he should have let her come up for the weekend. It never would've happened if he'd just said yes to her plea instead of no. Why had he said no to her?

So make the best of this test and don't ask why,

It's not a question, but an answer learned in time.

Another car cut in front of him and Logan slammed on the brakes, howling at the driver as he rolled down the window. He had to make it to the hospital, check if his little girl was alright, be there for her. The pain in his heart was heavy and dark, hurting him beyond any sensation he'd ever felt. He tried to calm himself as the red thoughts, angry thoughts, pushed at his senses, overwhelming him as he stomped down and shot forward onto the highway again.

It's something unpredictable.

But in the end is right.

I hope you had the time of your life.

Logan's only prayer to whoever had been watching out for him during his long life was one for not himself, but Jubilee as the doctor's worked to desperately save her life. He hoped she was remembering what he told her when her best friend, Illyana, died of the Legacy Virus. To not be afraid to die, to not worry and antagonize over it, but to embrace it and be afraid only of not having lived your life to the fullest. She did that, god did she do that. She'd been dealt hard blows in her short years, but she lived through it, came through shining with a grace beyond her years; she'd make it through this.

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind.

Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.

Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.

For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.

Memories flooded his mind as he hit the exit for Snow Valley, speeding onto the shoulder to pass cars and trucks around him. Jubilee, his sidekick, his best friend in the world, his daughter, his helper, his happiness in life, all rolled into one 13-year-old girl. The birthday's he hadn't been able to make, the Christmas's she'd spent at the Academy while he sent sending her presents, all the times he hadn't been able to come and see her. The better memories began to take over, blocking out his guilt. There had been good times, many of them in fact in the short time he'd known her. Like the days she'd be happy just because he asked her to go on a walk. The times he sent her something in the mail and received an energetic phone call in return. The holidays they'd shared and the birthdays she'd loved to have, just to spend time with him. It had been worth it, to get to know the girl and stick close, letting her in, in a way no one else had been able to.

It's something unpredictable.

But in the end is right.

I hope you had the time of your life.

Sitting back a bit in his seat, moving around to prepare to jump out of the car once he parked, he swung the wheel to the right, pulling into a spot. Grabbing the keys, Logan pushed open the door roughly, denting the other car without notice. He jogged to the entrance of the hospital, searching for Emma or Sean, one of which should be waiting to see him and to take him to the operating waiting room. He saw neither and instead rushed to the nurse's station, babbling about the operating room and Jubilee in one long speech. Turning, he caught the Irish man out of the corner of his eye and hurried over as Sean waved to him and lead the way, a grave look on his face. Together, the jogged to the room, where her friend's from the Academy and a few of the X-Men were waiting. A doctor stepped from the room, blood on his smocks, and looked around as if waiting for someone to say they were here for her. Logan stepped forward and Jean stood, along with Emma and Storm, for any news. The heaviness of Logan's heart threatened to drop it to the floor like a rock, his walls crumbling as he saw through the swinging door to the still little girl and the team of nurses and doctors over her, blood everywhere in the small room.

So make the best of this test and don't ask why.

It's not a question but an answer learned in time.

It's something unpredictable.

But in the end is right.

Detached words spewed from the doctor's mouth and Logan shook his head, Jean's arms circling around him. Deaf to the world, tears that he'd felt building dropped from his eyes to the floor. The doctor nodded at the group, beginning to explain to the others what had happened during the accident as Logan dropped to his knees, hands over his eyes in pain. He felt Storm's hair against his face as he clung to her and Jean, rocking back and forth. The pain in his chest radiated and released, swallowing his mind and consuming the guilt, making it stronger, pulsating throughout the astral plane. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel the fiery waves swallowing him whole from the inside out. The doctor was quiet, watching the man before him shake as he explained to Sean and Emma about her state.

I hope you had the time of your life.

So there you go. You figure out what happened to Jubilee and tell me what you think. Is she unconscious and Logan is overjoyed at having her be okay? Or has she died and Logan is having a mental breakdown? My mailbox is starving for your comments.

[main page | archive | forums | gallery ]