This a short fic. I already know Marvel will never fulfill my greatest wish and put Logan and Jubilation together,*sigh,sob,cry,pout,throw my cat*, so I was thinking.....uh, oh....

MedLab, 4a.m., Christmas Morning

The room was the darkest he'd ever seen it. There was only one light directly over her bed, giving his Angel a heavenly glow...any moment now, he feared, she would have this glow forever.

Five ribs, both legs, and her right arm, broken.
One lung completely removed.
Both kidneys removed.
Her stomach and four feet of intestines, gone.
Amazingly, only her face and head were not injuried.

Hank did his best to repair the damage Sabertooth did to her. The injuries a promise fulfilled from a promise made years ago, right before Logan shoved a claw through the bastard's head. Looking back, he wished he'd gone on and did more damage.

He watched the monitors, not really sure what he was looking at, only knowing that as long as everything blinked and beeped with a rhythm, she was still alive. I.V.s hung off her like the lightstrings on the tree downstairs. Ironically, the bed she was laying in was the one Magik laid in the night she died. Bad omen.

He got out of his seat, realizing he'd wasted enough time away from her. All the stupid disappearing acts, all his avoiding her so that she could 'grow up' free of his bad influence...Time wasted.

He laid next to her, carefully moving the wires and I.V.s so not to disrupt their function. She was the most beautiful thing in the world. He smiled when he looked at her face, ignoring the bandages and things she looked asleep.

He stroked her face, same as he'd done so many nights when he quietly went to visit her at night in her room. Never to awaken her only to watch his angel sleep. He liked to watch her sleep, he had found a peace in it. Now she was about to sleep forever. He hugged her head, tears he'd fought all day gushed out like the rushing waters of a broken dam. She moved ever so slightly.

"Wol..vie?"

"Don't Darlin', rest."

"No, no time...do me this..."

"Anything, Darlin'."

"Kiss me?"

He looked at her, he knew full well the type of kiss she wanted. The only type of kiss an eighteen year old girl wanted from the object of a five year old crush. At first he decided not too, but when she opened her eyes he had too. He lowered his head at a slight angle and allowed his lips to meet her.

Their tongues slow locked and for the first time ever Logan felt peace inside himself. Not the temporary peace of meditation or someother outside thing, true peace. The peace he'd searched for all his remembered life. She pressed her lips closer to his. Their tears mixed then...

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

She was gone.