Collection of Jubilee Short Fics

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This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If such content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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Fireworks

The X-Mansion shook from the force of the explosion. Dishes and pocket change rattled on tables and nightstands. Lights flicked throughout the house.

Logan awoke like a shot, within an instant he was on his feet and moving. For the rest of the team it was loud, for him it was absolutely head-splitting. Worse than the disorientation was where he thought the blast originated from. He ran into the hall in nothing but his boxers.

Gambit was already in front of him, charging down the hallway. “Don’ we ev’r get a moments rest?” he said while snapping his collapsible staff open.

“Can it, Cajun.” Logan hushed, “ that explosion came from…”

“Jubilee!” Jean hollered through the closed door. “Is everything alright in there?”

Logan and Remy came to a halt, joining the resident telepath in cries of concern. There was no response from inside.

“Jean?” Logan asked.

She waved him away, knowing what he was going to say. “I’m on it.” She raised her fingers to her temples and reached out with her mind. “She’s in there. She’s terrified.”

Remy tried the knob. It didn’t budge. “A locked door is a discouragement, not a barrier,” the expert thief said while pulling a toothpick from his mouth and crouching at the doorknob.

Logan growled and shoved him aside. “Jubilation!” he yelled as booted the door open, the frame splintering at the lock and hinges.

Jubilee had the sheet pulled to her chin. The smell of burning sulfur hung in the air. Logan scanned the room for an enemy presence and found none. Jean and Remy filed in behind him, each covering a corner of the room. A scorch-mark was burned into the ceiling.

“I’m okay!” Jubilee called, breathing heavily and sweating. “It was just a nightmare.” Her face was shocked but the emotion was surprise more than fear.

“Just a dream?” Remy asked in disbelief.

Scott and Hank charged in wearing nothing but their nightclothes. “What’s the situation?” Cyclops demanded.

“Looks like a false alarm.” Jean responded.

Jubilee had let the bed sheet fall to her lap. Her face was a mask of relief, sweat trickled down her neck and soaked into her nightshirt. “I’m okay, it was just a scary dream and I…” She looked for the word. “I guess I just… popped.”

Heads turned upwards. The plaster on the ceiling was scorched and cracked, radiating out from the burnt black crater at the center.

Hank spoke in his most calming voice. “It must have a been real terror to cause…”

“It was about Sentinels,” she explained, looking down at her hands. “It was a replay of the night they tried to grab me from my house.” She looked up at the others. “I’m okay now. Really.”

The team started to back out. Hank lifted the broken door.

Logan stiffed the air, and gave her a puzzled look.

Jubilee stared at him crossly. “I’m fine,” she reassured. “Go to bed.”

Begrudgingly the overprotective Wolverine stepped outside. Jean snickered.

“What?” Logan asked, more annoyed than anything else.

“Little red hearts?” Jean said while pointing at his boxers.

“They were a gift.” Logan shrugged and headed back to his room. “Better then your boyfriend’s GI Joe Underoos.”

Scott perused him down the hall. “ I do not wear…”

Inside Jubilee’s room Hank McCoy had just about finished his makeshift repairs. “Remind me to fix this properly in the morning.” He balanced the broken door back onto its frame and stepped outside.

He turned before leaving, “If you have any more night-terrors I can give you something to help you sleep.”

“I think I’m okay Hank. I just need some rest.”

“Sleep tight,” he said as the blue-furred genius departed.

Jubilee sat in silence for a full two minutes, straining to hear the muffled conversations in the hall. When the last door had closed, she leaned over the side of the bed. Jubilee lifted the dangling blanket and peered into the darkness under her bed. “Get out here!” she urged in a hushed whisper.

A tumult of tangled brunette hair tumbled into view. She pushed herself out from under the bed with her feet. Rogue brushed the white shock of her bangs away from her eyes. She gave her a knowing smirk, “Night terrors, Sugah?”

“Keep your voice down!” Jubilee hushed again, “The only terror around here is you!”

“Yer’ the one who got overexcited.” Rogue chuckled. “Ah didn’ blow a hole in the roof.”

Jubilee playfully smacked her with a pillow. “I should tell your boyfriend.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I just might, Wolvie suspects…”

Rogue covered her mouth, trying to suppress a burst of laughter. “Maybe you can bribe him with sex?”

Jubilee was stunned into silence. Rogue took the opportunity to shove her back onto the bed, careful to only touch her ‘Hello Kitty’ nightshirt.

“You are gonna get us caught!” Jubilee blushed. Her face turned a bright shade of red. “Get back to your room.”

“We ain’t gettin’ caught.” The Southerner said over her shoulder. “Not if you keep coming up with excuses like that.” Rogue was still trying not to snicker. “Sentinels? Where did that come form?”

Jubilee angrily reached under the sheets. “It came from you and this mechanical menace!” Jubilee threw the toy at the frantically ducking brunette. It pinwheeled in the air, the cord that connected the battery casing to the vibrator wrapped around Rogue’s arm. Somehow it turned on, the trembling device tickling her armpit.

Both women fell to the floor, hands over mouths in silent fits of laughter while the vibrator buzzed away.