Title: Night Butterflies 6 & 7/?
Authors: Khaki (rimmette@...
) and Loki (loki2@...
Disclaimer: We own nothing, Stan Lee and Fox own everthing. We are
only borrowing these characters for a short time, returning them
relatively unharmed, if a little worse for wear.
Summary: This is a movieverse fan fiction that involves Logan,
Jubilee, and Rogue predominantly. It takes place three years after
the movie, when Logan returns to the mansion after finding out about
Although the first outburst from Logan had drained much of Dr.
Summers' energy, she succeeded at keeping Rogue from assaulting the
inanimate body on the table. On the older woman's directions, Jubilee
hastily strapped Rogue to a portable table while Jean restrained her.
Jubes was furious. She grabbed Rogue by the shoulders, shaking
her. "Hey, Logan, you bastard! Come here!" she ordered.
"You got a death wish, both of ye," came the low voice, full of
"Yeah, but you'll listen to me, old man!" she shouted to Rogue's
"Jubilee! That's enough!" ordered Jean.
"Oh no, someone has to talk to this creep, and I've just voluntered!"
She put her full attention back to Logan in Rogue's head. "You
bastard, if you want to kill yourself, at least have the guts to do
it yourself! You pretend to love her... My God! You don't care how
making her kill you will affect her. You love no one, not even
"I'll kill you..."
"Yeah, right. What else can you do, anyway? Kill, kill, kill! That's
all you can do! Y'know what? I'd would pull the damn plugs on yer
flamin' body this second if it wasn't for Rogue..."
"Be my guest."
Jean Summers stood still, listening, fascinated at Jubilee's rant.
She couldn't help but agree with what the young woman was saying. She
made sure to keep an open link with the now awake professor, so he
could be informed of the new twist in this mess.
Jubilee didn't take Logan's bait. "I won't pull those friggin'
plugs, 'cuz then Rogue'll be stuck with a damn flamin' freak in her
She took a breath. He wasn't arguing, so maybe she was on the right
track. She continued, "'Cuz then she wouldn't know how to love
anymore. You'd always be there to make her hate or kill everyone for
things that, damnit, happened to YOU, not HER!"
"Oh, shut up already! I'm not done with you! If you think one minute
we're gonna let Rogue down, as YOU did, yer more nuts than I thought.
She knows how to love, she DOES love someone. Sorry to tell ye,
buddy, but it ain't you. Now, if ye wanna kill yourself 'cuz you
can't deal with her being happy, suits me. You'll even make One-Eye
At that remark, Jean frowned a little. Scott wouldn't be really
happy, relieved probably of not having to deal with the Logan-problem
anymore, but not really happy.
"But if you are a MAN, you'll act as one. You're gonna leave Rogue in
peace. You hear me?!!!"
Jubilee was so furious, she couldn't refrain from shaking. She was
done; she had told the man what he had to be told.
Jean decided that now was the time to sedate Rogue to help her sleep
the rest of the night. Against all expectations, the sedative started
to work, as if Logan's healing factor wasn't triggered.
Jubilee helped Jean roll the table on which Rogue lay to the adjacent
room. They locked the door between the two rooms.
"Jubilee, now go get some sleep. I'll stay with Rogue, in case..."
"No need, Red. I ain't going nowhere," came from Rogue's bed.
"There's no way you'll be left alone," coldly said Jean, not sure if
she was talking to Rogue or Logan in her head.
"Jubilee, will you stay?" asked Rogue.
Jubilee looked down at her friend. Who had spoken, Rogue or Logan?
And to who was responsible for the pleading in Rogue's eyes?
"I'll stay," Jubes replied.
"Jubilee, it's perfectly fine for you to leave. I'll..." Jean
started to say.
"No, it's ok. I'll stay."
"Ok, I'm just going to go check on Logan. I'll be right back," she
said, unlocking the door, stepping into the main room, and relocking
it behind her.
"Thanks, Jubes," Rogue said. "You gave him a lot to think about."
"It's about time he started thinking."
"Look, kid, I don't need you..." Rogue paused. "Sorry, getting
sleepy. Will you talk to Remy for me tomorrow?"
"What do you want me to tell him?"
"Tell him... tell that little prick to keep his hands... You know
what to tell him, Jubes." Then Rogue drifted off to sleep.
Jubilee stayed through the rest of the morning, sleeping fitfully on
the uncomfortable chair for a few hours.
The next day, Jean re-sedated Rogue so that all of the medical tests
on her new mutation could be performed. Rogue allowed Jubilee to
leave for an hour to go get something to eat as she fell back to
sleep. In the kitchen, Jubilee ran into the Cajun.
"Chere, how be Rogue?"
"She's doing... ok."
"Don' lie to Remy, chere."
"Ok, she's doing lousy. She absorbed a lot of Logan, and he's
messing with her head. Is that what you want to hear?"
"Remy goin' ta see her."
"No, Remy. She can't... she doesn't want to say anything she can't
take back. She wants you to stay away for a while, but she wants you
to know that she loves you."
"If chere be in trouble, Remy be dere."
"No, it would hurt her more to see you right now. Trust me on this