Home from the
Hill: Chapter 5
by Ramos
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Chapter 5: La-La-La-La-Life
Goes On
"I'm ho-ome," carolled Jubilee from the front hall, dropping
her duffle bag only marginally out of the paths of the teenagers following
her through the door.
"Big deal," came the hollow response from down the hall. The
sounds of the television in the media room grew louder as Bobby cranked
the volume, and the odd whirring noise began to make sense when the
NASCAR announcer's voice became clear.
"Huh. Guess you have to be gone longer than three days to be missed
around here," she groused.
The volume on the race went down again. "How was it?"
"Not bad. Seemed smaller than I remembered," she called back.
"Having the headmaster sober was of the good. What?" she asked
innocently as she caught Storm's exasperated expression.
The weather witch carefully stepped over Jubilee's duffel and dropped
the car keys into the drawer of the hall table. "Jubilee, if you
wish to have a conversation with Robert, please go in the same room
with him and stop bellowing back and forth like two lovesick cows in
separate fields."
"Bobby, I'm going upstairs. I'm not supposed to be bellowing!"
she yelled. Behind her, Dee giggled.
Grinning foolishly, Bobby appeared and crossed the polished wooden flooring,
oblivious to Storm・s irritation. ・So, what did you think?・ he asked
the younger woman. "Think you can handle Mutant High?"
・It・s great,・ answered Tommy, from behind her. His pale green skin darkened
slightly as he realized the question had been directed at Dee, and went
even darker as the girl smiled up at him. The sixteen-year-old had reached
the stage where even being noticed by a female brought a blush to his
cheeks, and a smile from any of the women in the mansion reduced him
to stuttering.
・Why don・t you guys put your stuff away?・ Jubilee suggested. ・We can
go over the course schedule after dinner.・
・Yes, Warleader," they echoed each other. Bobby waved at them both
as they headed up the curved stairs in Storm's wake, and Dee shyly waved
back.
・She's a cute kid,・ he commented.
・You didn't tell her that, did you?・ Jubilee asked, alarmed.
Bobby held up his hands in self-defense. ・Hey, I learned my lesson the
first time her big brother took a swing at me.・ He glanced back up the
empty stairs. ・Is she gonna be all right?・
・I・m pretty sure she will be, though it might take some time. I had
a talk with the staff psychologist there at Snow Valley. Once I convinced
her that Dee really is from another planet, not a mutant, we got along
pretty well. She'll give me a call if they need me, but I think Tommy
being there will help a lot. And as much as I hate to say it, I think
getting away from her big brother might help, too. He's just a little
too protective.・
"Don't I know it," muttered Bobby, rubbing his jaw. ・One little
compliment, and the guy tried to take my head off. He fights dirty,
too.・
・He learned from the best,・ Jubilee replied with a smirk, and reached
out to bat at Bobby・s head. He made a grab for her hand, only to get
biffed from the other side. Giving up on the hands, he made a sudden
lunge for her waist, digging in and getting a spate of giggles for his
efforts.
・Uncle, UNCLE!・ cried Jubilee, bent over with laughter. Effortlessly,
she slid out of his reach and grabbed up her bag, holding it out as
a baffle between herself and her assailant.
The grin on Bobby・s face faded as he reached out and took the bag from
her. "You do that on purpose, don't you?"
"What?"
"Act like an obnoxious kid sister."
She shrugged with one shoulder. ・Eh. Sometimes I do it to remind the
kids what it's like to be a kid. Sometimes it's just me, Bobby. I haven't
really changed that much.・
・Huh. I could almost believe that. Then I see that scar on your face
and remember that you・re not just home from college. ・Sorry,・ he added,
as she self-consciously ran her fingers over the line on her cheek.
・No prob. Actually, that・s one of the reasons I didn・t take the Professor
up on his offer for cosmetic surgery. I wanted a reminder, memento maybe,
of everything I went through ・that Dee and her brother and all the
others went through. This,・ and her finger deliberately drew the length
of the scar, ・keeps me from doubting my own sanity. Weird, huh?・
・No weirder than you, firecracker,・ he teased lightly, slinging her
bag over his shoulder and his other arm around her neck, mussing her
hair and planting an affectionate kiss on the top of her head. ・How・s
pizza sound?・
・Cool. You buying?・
He laughed. ・Not a chance!・
・Aw, c・mon, Bobby ・I just spent all my cash on gas・. ・
**********
As usual on a Friday night, Wolverine found himself wandering down to
the Danger Room・s observation deck to watch Jubilee and Creed pound
the living hell out of each other. Most of the time it was simply an
exuberant workout for the two, but at least once a month the pair・s
mercurial tempers flared and the two of them hashed out the pecking
order in a no-holds- barred contest. The big mutant pulled few of his
punches, occasionally leaving his opponent in need of stitches, and
he spent a fair share of his time healing from the pyrotechnic shots
he received in return. The sessions ended either with Jubilee limping
out on her own two feet or the two of them laughing insanely on the
floor, dabbing at split lips. On rare occasions they ended up at one
of the local bars, not coming home until the early morning.
Tonight the metal-lined hallway was ominously quiet. Lights came on
automatically as he entered the small control room but the activity
log, when he called it up, showed the latest occupants had left nearly
an hour ago.
A casual amble around the house let him verify the whereabouts of the
rest of the household. Gambit, Bishop and Bobby were explaining the
significance of ・yipee-ki-yea・ to Tweed while watching a classic Bruce
Willis movie. In the library, Storm tapped away at a computer.
With Dee and Tommy out of the house, the white-haired goddess had been
spending more and more time e-mailing the teenagers and exploring the
electronic horizon that held absolutely no interest for Logan. The oldest
exile, Chibar, had been offered a chance to go to Snow Valley as well,
where his past history as a teacher would have been an advantage. He・d
turned the offer down without any explanation.
Hank, he was sure, was down in the lab, while the miasma of perfume
wafting from Psylocke・s quarters left him with little doubt that she・d
gone out for the evening.
When he checked in the spacious garage, his own Harley Davidson stood
silently beside Creed・s vintage Indian and Jubilee・s newest toy, a ninja-
style racing cycle. Logan had been quietly furious that she・d bought
a motorcycle at all, let alone a tricked out, barely street-legal machine
capable of mind-boggling speeds. But she hadn・t sought out his opinion
before buying it, and she certainly didn・t need his permission. She
had consulted Scott, though, and the two of them had added a few after-market
gadgets. She・d also sensibly invested in a jacket and leggings with
reinforced elbow and knee protection to go along with her helmet.
For now, though, the black leather garments hung on the wall beside
her bright yellow helmet. Checking over his own ride, Logan was mystified
to see a fine layer of dust on the seat. Looking back, it had been over
a month since he・d taken it anywhere. Thinking further, he realized
he had not left the mansion for one of his solitary rambles since he・d
returned three months ago.
When Jubilee had returned.
Well, that made some sense, he told himself. He didn・t trust Sabretooth
in the same house with all the others, and most especially with Jubilee.
There was no way he・d go off and leave that killer to run loose in the
mansion. And while he mentally understood the changes that had taken
place in both Jubilee and Creed, Wolverine's instincts nagged incessantly
that he needed to stay right where he was to keep an eye on things.
However・
Three minutes later, the mansion was left far behind as the evening
air whipped past him, blowing off both literal and figurative dust.
While Logan wouldn't place any bets on whether absence made the heart
grow fonder, Hardcase's beer and whiskey chasers tasted finer than he
remembered, the pool hustlers were dumber, and the women prettier. By
the time he called it an evening and pulled back out onto the moonlit
rural highway, almost all was right with the world. Even if he was living
in the same (albeit expansive) mansion with that dickweed Sabretooth.
The temptation to drive past the Auger Inn, the only other roughneck
bar in the county, came and went, but he ignored it.
Logan had just parked his bike and was checking out the fridge for a
bite to eat when he heard the sound of the jeep pull up outside. It
didn・t park in the garage; instead it was left in the drive, engine
running, while the doors opened and shut. Moments later, the kitchen
door crashed open. Creed took one look at him and grinned. Jubilee・s
limp form was slung casually over one broad shoulder.
Adamantium claws sprouted without a second thought. ・You got exactly
two seconds, Creed・・
・Lee・s a lightweight, Runt,・ interrupted Sabretooth with a smirk. ・Can・t
take more・n six shots and she starts dancin・ with some bonehead biker.
Thought you woulda taught her to hold her booze better・n that.・
One large hand went on Jubilee・s no-longer-skinny behind. ・・Course,
there・s lots of things I figured you・d a taught her that you ain・t.・
His other talon-tipped fingers caught her by the collar of her shirt
and vest, and as he leaned forward, Jubilee slid bonelessly off his
shoulder. His grip kept her from thumping to the floor too hard, but
she still groaned as her head hit the tiles. Creed flipped his ponytail
back as he stood and looked down at the unconscious woman, the lascivious
gleam in his eye a challenge to the other man.
・Get outta here,・ Wolverine ground out.
・Oh, I・m going,・ Sabretooth assured him. ・Me an・ Jube, we kinda ran
off some of those bikers, so there・s all kinda lonely women down at
the bar waitin・ for a fella to buy ・em a drink.・ He grinned widely.
・Don・t wait up.・
The Jeep peeled out of the drive moments later, leaving Logan standing
in the kitchen with the insensate Jubilee. Thoroughly irked, he took
Sabretooth・s idea and grabbed a handful of collar, looped his other
hand in the back of her jeans, and flipped the cold water on in the
sink with his elbow.
The first gasp should have warned him, but the subsequent sputtering
satisfied some of the irritation he felt. He paid for it though, as
she suddenly bucked in his hold, her knees at the edge of the counter
pulling her head out from under the streaming faucet. A fist clouted
him across one ear as she flailed for balance. Her other hand scrabbled
for purchase on the edge of the sink, giving her bearing enough to lash
out with one booted heel, catching his hip as he lost hold of her waistband,
then her collar. He tried to backpedal, but her spinning roundhouse
kick caught him in the face. He rolled with it, and congratulated himself
on a good decision as another kick in virtually the same place whisked
by overhead.
He stayed on the floor; the force of her blow would have broken the
jaw of anyone without metal plated bones. As it was, he could feel the
bruise rising rapidly. Jubilee froze, wavering slightly, and frowned
down at him, her adrenaline surge subsiding as fast as the water running
down the drain in front of her.
・Wolvie?・ she slurred. ・What ・rya doin・?・ She hung on to the edge of
the sink as her traitorous legs threatened to collapse beneath her.
・Me?!・ Logan growled. ・You・re the fool getting drunk with that overgrown
kittycat. Of all the stupid crap, kid, that・s gotta take the cake.・
Droplets flew out as she shook her head violently and ruffled her fingers
through her sopping hair, roughly massaging her scalp and getting her
brain functioning again. ・Oh, yeah.・ She inspected her wet hands, then
rubbed them dry on her pants leg. ・Cool. It worked.・
Logan looked at her as he regained his feet, disbelief and anger warring
for dominance on his face. ・What the hell are you talking about?・
・My plan worked. I・m still alive.・
The bruise on his cheek was fading fast, but Logan・s rage was only building.
・You got plastered on purpose? With him? Are you nuts?・
・Nope.・ A lopsided grin, once more flawless after several trips to the
dentist, flashed as Jubilee rolled her eyes at her best friend・s protective
instincts. ・I had to prove something tonight.・
・What, that you・re stupid?・ he snarled.
Her head came up at that, face blank, eyes suddenly cold and hard. A
lifetime of experience fighting some very dangerous opponents made Logan's
sense of danger flare and he stared at her, looking for signs of the
girl he once knew. After a moment, she reappeared, as Jubilee relaxed
and leaned against the sink. With the back of her hand, she swiped at
the water dripping down her face and wiped it on her pants again.
・It was a calculated risk, Wolvie. Vic's been gettin・ antsy. I had to
show him that I trust him, and I mean really trust him. Enough to give
him an opportunity to slit my throat, and see if he did. Lucky me; he
didn・t.・
・I'm leaning more towards 'nuts' here. Grade A certifiable, kid.・
・Maybe." Jubilee shook her head again, gently this time, then reached
for the dishtowel hanging beside the sink and used it to half-heartedly
mop up some of the mess they'd made.
"Wolvie, the reason you and I get along is because you always saw
me - you still see me - as someone who needs to be protected. Vic, he
doesn't really have a protective instinct. He's been screwed with so
much that he's stuck on 'survive' mode. And the first time I did something
to protect HIM, I sorta tapped into that instinct.・
She glanced up to see if he was listening. When Logan gave her a non-
committal grunt, she took it as a sign that he was and continued. ・I've
been picking the brains of a couple of animal behaviorists I looked
up, and they・re telling me the one who protects is usually dominant.
So whenever Vic tries to reassert his dominance and I kick his ass,
well・ it keeps me on top. The time we spent fighting the Gui'vos kinda
tore him down to the basics, and if I can stay in control, then I can
help him put the pieces back together in a different order. If I do
it right, he might have a chance at being something besides a killer."
"You're takin' a hell of a chance, Jube."
"Maybe," she allowed. "But I'm in the right place at
the right time to do something about it, and I'm the only person who
can. I can't just walk away and let it all fall to shit." She gave
a vague laugh. "Funny, that's kind of how I ended up running things
back on Pagna-whatsit." She waved her hand absently, having no
real idea which direction to point towards.
Logan grunted again, sorting through what Jubilee had said, trying to
fit it with the feral monster he'd fought with for as long as he could
remember, and putting those words up against the image of Jubilee he
held in his heart. Finally, he took a deep breath and let it out. "You
never were one to walk away from a fight, Jube," he said grudgingly.
"But I still think you're nuts."
"Yeah," she replied with a grin, "but I'm still a lot
of fun." She took a step towards him and made a convulsive grab
at the counter as her wobbly legs went out from beneath her. ・Hey, Wolvie?
Could you give me a hand? I seem to be having a little trouble walking.・
**********
・Tweed!!・
Whatever the olive-skinned young man muttered must have been a swearword,
since Sabretooth let out a guffaw as he heard it. Stalking into the
media room, Jubilee glared at the truant who was doing his best to sink
down out of sight beside Creed・s chair. Across the room, Wolverine and
Beast exchanged a knowing look before the latter flicked his newspaper
page and studiously ignored the chewing out about to take place. Creed
ignored them both, but took the opportunity to grab the Nintendo controller
and defeat Tweed・s character in a spectacular spray of computer generated
gore on the big screen television.
・You have two weeks until the GED, soldier. Are you gonna be ready?・
・Uhm, I think so. Pretty sure, boss.・
The glare got worse. ・Is pretty sure ever good enough?・
He wilted under her glare. ・No, warleader.・
・Dude, riding your ass is getting old, so I・ll make you a deal. You
hit the books, pass this test, and I'll introduce you to one of the
great American rites of passage.・
A derisive snort came from Creed. ・Which rite would that be, Lee? Pen
and pencil set?・
・No, smartass.・ Her stern expression melted into a smug smile. ・Road
trip.・
Logan・s chair squeaked as he abruptly sat upright, dropping his motorcycle
magazine, and McCoy・s newspaper flopped down as he peered over the top
of it. After a second, Creed threw back his head and let out a bark
of laughter.
Tweed looked back and forth between his diminutive leader and the big
man beside him, confused. ・Is this a good thing?・
・You, me, and Vic. Two weeks, in a ragtop Caddilac. Sound interesting?・
・Absolutely NOT,・ injected Hank forcefully from his table. ・My dear
Jubilation, you cannot possibly, seriously, consider carrying out such
an ill-conceived expedition, such a, such a fool-hardy・・
・You・re babbling, Blue. What, wanna come along?・
・Be serious, I beg you!・
Tweed watched the toothy grin spread on Sabretooth・s face, the casual
aplomb of Jubilee, and the escalating gibbering of Hank McCoy. A speculative
gleam appeared in his eyes. ・Is this ・road trip - as much fun as I
think it is?・
・Yes,・ answered Jubilee and Sabretooth, at the same time Beast said
・No!・
・Oh, fer Chrissakes,・ muttered Wolverine, disgusted, as he retrieved
his magazine. ・The three of you loose on the world・・ He shook his head
and went back to reading.
・Gotta go study,・ declared Tweed, tossing the controller to Jubilee.
She caught it and plopped down in his spot
・You fry it, you buy it,・ Sabretooth warned her, before his character
pounced on hers with a series of electronic kicks and exclamations that
sounded like a cross between Mickey Mouse and Bruce Lee.
・Five bucks says you break yours before I do,・ she tossed back. In the
last month alone, she'd zapped three controllers to melted plastic in
fits of frustration. Creed's usually just snapped in two, and always
at a critical phase in the game. The local electronics store had standing
orders to keep a pair of extra controllers on hand at all times.
Several weeks later, Wolverine was the unlucky person who had to explain
to Cyclops the significance of finding Tweed's GED letter, complete
with a score of 97%, taped to the door of Xavier's office. The word
'BYE!" was scrawled in giant red letters across the top.
A quick check of the bedrooms showed all three vacant. Logan lingered
for a moment in Jubilee's room, taking in the sparse furnishings. The
only decorations were a tattered blue Bampf doll in a glass case on
her dresser, and the energy pistol in its worn leather holster hanging
on the wall. Unable to get replacement power packs for it, Jubilee had
found a large hook and used it to display the spent weapon like a casually
mounted trophy.
Logan knew it was anything but casual. After their conversation on the
rooftop when she had first returned, Jubilee had declined to talk any
more about her experiences on the distant planet. Occasionally she and
one of the other exiles would make a vague reference about the war they'd
fought, but for the first time Logan had found himself on the outside
of a circle of veterans. It was an unusual situation for him.
Jubilee, Vic, and Tweed drove up in a dusty and battered convertible
late in the afternoon on the sixteenth day after their disappearance.
Scott and Logan, without discussion, stood glowering on either side
of the garage door as the three piled out of the car. Tweed's bright
blue hair had been dyed a rainbow of colors and given a bushy buzz cut
that made him look like the slacker・s poster child. As he passed Logan,
the exile flashed him the cocky smile of a twenty-year-old who'd just
discovered sex. Vic gave him a nod of acknowledgement as he shouldered
past with a handful of luggage.
Jubilee remained at the car, leaning casually against the scratched
paint. She gave Logan a quick wink before focusing on Scott. "Can
I just say one thing, before you start lecturing?"
"What?" Cyclops asked thinly.
She took a deep breath. "One time thing, never gonna happen again,
I checked in with the Professor on the brain-o-phone, nobody got arrested,
and I've learned my lesson 'cause I am just friggin' beat."
Scott's stern expression faded into an "I could have told you so"
look. "All right, then. All yours," he directed at Logan,
and entered the house. Jubilee pulled her shades down and crossed her
arms defiantly as Logan moved up beside her. On closer inspection, the
inside of the car was littered with fast food wrappers, empty beer cans,
and hanging from the rear view mirror, a lacy black bra that was easily
three times too large for Jubilee to wear. The ripe smell of too many
bodies on old leather upholstery greeted his nose, and he backed away.
"Have a good time?" Logan asked mildly.
"Yup."
"Ya know Cyke's gonna schedule all three of you for a six a.m.
workout in the Danger Room, don'cha?"
A groan answered him. "Do me a favor, Wolvie? Park this thing out
back so I can hose it out later. I'm gonna go crash." A set of
car keys landed in his hand as she leaned over to drag her miniature
backpack purse out of the flotsam on the floorboards. A dark mark on
her back flashed as her crop top shirt rode up, and Wolverine put a
hand out to stop her movement.
"What's that?"
She stiffened, then relaxed but let him push her shirt hem up a few
inches. "It's a tattoo."
Logan inspected the Chinese character, inked in a deep dark indigo,
and surrounded by slightly reddened skin against her normal pale honey-colored
back. It looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it.
"What's it mean?"
"Chi," she replied. "It means life-force, or energy."
"Huh. Why'd you get a tattoo?"
"Well・ did you know Vic can make a whole lot of sense when you've
had way too much to drink?"
"He got you plastered and talked you into a 'tat," Logan stated
with an experienced grin.
"Kinda sorta."
Whatever smart remark he'd been about to say disappeared as he realized
the ridge under his thumb was not Jubilee's bra strap. He slid the hem
up another couple of inches and revealed a scar longer than his finger
and almost as wide. He traced it with a fingertip and felt Jubilee supress
a shiver.
"What happened here?" he asked gruffly.
"Someone stabbed me in the back. I fried his face, and Vic ripped
his head off." She shrugged, and while her words were even and
unemotional, Logan knew she was describing the events literally. "Bishop
slapped a piece of goshi - that's a kind of leaf that can be used to
waterproof stuff - and they got me to a healer before my lung collapsed
any more.・
Jubilee straightened up slowly, moving so he could no longer see the
scar. ・The healers in my army were pretty good. They could make a body
heal itself a lot faster than it does by itself, as long as that body
has the energy for it, and apparently I have a lot of energy."
She slung the little backpack over her shoulder. "Anyway, do you
mind? Parking the car for me?" she reminded him.
"No," he managed. "No problem, darlin'."
Her hand squeezed his wrist faintly in gratitude. "Thanks Wolvie."
He watched her walk off, the dark edges of the tattoo peeking from beneath
the hem of her shirt with every stride, until she disappeared into the
house.
*********
Perched on the stone railing around the terrace, Jubilee let her leg
swing freely, drumming her heel against the base of the railing and
tried not to be obvious as she spied on Chibar. The older man was carefully
trimming the rosebushes and other blooming flowers in the backyard garden,
following Ororo・s instructions with obsessive care as he moved about
in the waning daylight.
The kitchen door clicked loudly and a familiar tread let her know Bishop
was behind her. Large hands dropped onto her shoulders, and she groaned
appreciatively as his thumbs began to dig into the muscles on her back.
・I・d keep you around just for your backrubs, Bish,・ she commented lightly,
but her expression quickly slid back to the pensive frown she・d been
wearing earlier. Tugging at one of his hands, she pulled him down to
sit beside her. He chose to straddle the stone barrier, one large thigh
behind her hips. Jubilee leaned into his chest for a moment, then straightened
her spine with a sigh, as though deliberately removing herself from
any comfort he might offer.
・He・s still out here?・ Bishop finally asked quietly.
・Since six this morning,・ Jubilee replied. ・His room looks like a monk
lives there, and he・s only eating about one meal a day now.・
・You cannot save everyone, Jubilee.・
・You think I don't know that?" she said bitterly, then bit her
lip and put a hand on his arm in apology for the sharpness of her tone.
"Gotta try, though."
・I could believe no less of you. You would not be who you are if you
didn・t.・
His compliment coaxed a half-smile from her, and she brushed his dark
cheek with her palm.
"Thanks."
"Always," he rumbled, catching her hand with his own. He pressed
his lips against her fingers before shifting his grip to assist her
slide down to the ground. He watched her head across the lawn to the
older man, where she initiated a conversation with expressive body language,
and said something that brought a smile to the older man・s face. Within
minutes, she was listening as her oldest veteran pointed out a defect
in the bush he was currently working on, and helped him hold the spray
of greenery as he continued his maintenance.
"If you have something to say, Wolverine, then say it and stop
glowering at me," Bishop commented quietly. He pulled his other
leg over the wall and turned to face where Logan stood in the doorway
to the house.
"What's with you and the kid?" Logan demanded bluntly.
"We're friends," Bishop returned impassively.
"Looked like more from where I was standing."
"We were once... more. And less." Bishop was not impressed
by the warning growl. "You have been in combat. You know what it・s
like, to reach a point where you are desperate to remember that you
are capable of something other than death, than killing."
No reply came, and Bishop continued, choosing his words with care. "We
used each other. Yet our friendship remained. Does your objection center
over the fact that she chose me, or that she was intimate with anyone?・
No verbal answer came, but Logan・s jaw muscles were clenched in powerless
rage. Bishop stood and turned to face him. ・You have a choice, Logan.
Accept Jubilee for who she is and who she will be, or continue to cling
to that which she once was. But remember ・that little girl no longer
exists, and clinging to ghosts has never given you or anyone a shred
of comfort.・
Turning on his heel, he headed for the kitchen door and left Logan stewing
on the terrace. At the last moment, he paused and called over his shoulder,
his voice holding just a hint of pain.
"One last thing. The nights I shared with her ・ the only time she
ever made a sound was when she called your name."
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