Fractals

Fractals Chapter Forty Five (NC-17)
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“Hey, I’m not the one who thought the lyrics were ‘Hold me closer, Tony Danza’!”1
Logan sighed and crushed his paper coffee cup, thankfully empty, and tossed it into the trash before responding. “I only said it *sounded* like he said Tony Danza, I didn’t say that’s what I thought it was.”
Jubilee rolled her eyes and took a long, loud draught of her bubble tea2. “Right,” she muttered. “Super hearing and you can’t tell “tiny dancer” from “Tony Danza”. You know… you’re not as uptight as you seem,” she added in a sudden change of topic.
“Thanks… I think…” Logan glanced up at the clock and frowned. “It’s nearly seven a.m. and ‘Ro..er..Storm hasn’t called back.”
Jubilee rocked back in her chair, balancing precariously on two wooden legs and shrugged. “She’s probably in the greenhouse. Or doing that goddess thing.”
“That what?” Logan stood and cracked his neck, the sound loud in the almost empty food court. “Oh, her meditation?”
“Nah, that thing with the candles and the bell and the…” Jubilee paused. “The thing she probably never told you about because it’s a womany thing and you’re Vagina Deprived.”
Logan choked on his shock. “Sparky, don’t talk like that in mixed company!”
Jubilee snorted and let her chair fall into it’s upright and safe position, standing and finishing her tea. “Vagina is the proper name. It’s not like I said Pussy Deprived.” She tossed the plastic cup into the nearby trash and shrugged. “Would you rather I say Penis Enhanced?”
Logan rarely blushed—in fact, he could not remember a time when he had, really. But now his face was hot and he knew without having to check his reflection in the mirrored glass over the kiosk that he was a dull red. “No more talk about…er…swimsuit areas, kid. We got a flight to catch.”
Jubilee giggled at his discomfort and skipped to keep up with him. “Big Bad Wolverine fears vaginas? He’s intimidated by penises?” They were garnering strange looks from the few others in the cavernous space, early morning flights to New Orleans not a popular choice that day. The tiny Asian girl and the gruff, angry-looking man seemed to be odd traveling companions to the casual observer, some assuming they were parent and child and a few others wondering if they needed to call the police and report unsavory goings-on and save the poor girl from having her moral compass skewed.
Logan stopped in his tracks and poked her hard on the shoulder. “I am not now nor have I ever been intimidated by genitalia!” His voice echoed off the walls and he closed his eyes. “If you get me arrested, I’m holding back your allowance till you’re fifty, got it? An’ I’m gonna be around that long, just to make sure…”
Jubilee snickered and nodded. “Sorry,” she said, without a trace of it in her voice. Her cell phone rang in her pocket, saving either of them from further public scrutiny. She fumbled it out of the yellow coat’s pocket and flipped it open, cutting off the tinny refrain of “Kung Fu Fighting” that Kitty found so irritating. “Speak to me,” she ordered, snapping her gum. “Oh, hey, Amara… huh? Um….why?” She glanced at Logan and walked off a few feet, turning her back to him as if that would prevent him from overhearing her. “No, I’m fine. Just peachy. I just…um…I went for a morning run. I’ll be back later.” She cringed at the weak lie. “Huh? No, he’s not with me…”
Logan sighed. If Storm had checked her messages, they would not be having this problem right now. He checked the time again and strode forward to meet Jubilee’s return as she hung up the phone. “Come on. We got ten minutes.”
“Amara said there’s a lot of shit going down at home,” Jubilee said as if he had not spoken. “Kitty’s disappeared and they can’t find Theresa or Todd… All the adults are missing except Beast and Forge…”
Logan raised both brows at that. “What?”
“And Wanda and Tabby never showed up last night to get Lucas.” She bounced on her toes, chewing her lower lip. “Damn it!” she exploded barely a second later. “I can’t be two places at once! I can’t let Remy run off like this but I can’t… Damn it!”
Logan grabbed her gently by the shoulders and guided her over towards the restrooms and the low bench set between the men’s and women’s sides. “Jubilee… Remy’s a big boy. He can take care of himself. Even with the Guild after him…”
“Logan, I can’t choose. I just… I can’t. They’ll kill Remy, don’t you get it? They’ll kill him.” She was on the verge of tears now and shaking. “But everyone at home… God DAMN why does this shit keep happening?” She threw her head back and pressed her lips together, trying not to cry.
Logan inhaled deeply, then let it out on a count of twenty. “Look, kid, I can’t tell you what to do here. I could order you to go home since you’re a minor and I’m your teacher and guardian, but I won’t. You need to make this choice for yourself.” He stood. “I know where I’m going.”
Jubilee nodded and stood. “I need a second.” She sniffed and stepped into the women’s rest room, leaving Logan staring after her. She headed right for the sink and stuck her hands under the automatic faucet, wincing slightly at the cold before splashing the water on her face. She peered at herself in the mirror, her confusion plain on her features. “Damn it,” she muttered. “What do I do?”
“Jubilation?”
She frowned and turned in the direction of the voice. “Oh…um, what’re you doing here?” She felt a sharp pain in her neck and the world went black before she even hit the tile floor.


1 Seriously, listen to “Tiny Dancer” by Elton John and it sounds like “Tony Danza” if you’re not paying attention.
2 How to explain… okay. Really good, usually black or jasmine or another dark tea, with large grain tapioca and cream at the bottom so it looks like bubbles. It’s really good if you ever get the chance to try it.