FIC: Of Friends and Good Intentions (Epilogue)
- Title: Of Friends And Good Intentions (Epilogue)
Rating: mild; pg
Key words: Rogue. Logan. Jubilee. Kitty. Stuff happens.
Summary: It's all over. Or is it? Dum dum duuummm!
Disclaimer: Too bad they're not mine.
Archive: list, Disquieting Muses (http://www.wolverineandrogue.com/muses)
A/N: This is the end. Sorry it took so long. It's short, see! Think of it as
teeny tiny St. Valentine's day fluff. And it took me ages. I guess I didn't
want to let go. But, alas, it's over. Hope some of you liked it!
How old is she?
As old as the hills? Sixteen, as far as he knows.
Hes lived a hard life then.
Jubilee choked back laughter. She said, Im sure he has. Besides, no
sixteen year old I know has that body.
Kitty nodded in appreciation. Shes lucky she has us.
She most certainly is.
Were pretty smart.
Kitty frowned. I dont know if Id go that far.
I would. They should name their first child after us.
And Kitjube was good?
I hope it works out for them.
Dont be a pessimist.
After all this, for them to break up in a week would be a disaster.
We wouldnt allow it.
We wouldnt! Wed be all over it. Like a cheap suit. Like white on bread.
Like chicken on pot pie.
You know, its kind of boring now. Without having to do all that planning.
I miss it.
Jubilee leaned her chin onto a closed fist. She looked not a bit unlike
Rodins Thinker. I know!
It took about one second for Kitty to stand up and say, Good bye.
It worked out this time, but I dont want to be around when it doesnt.
Jubilee ignored her. They arent married, are they?
They just started going out!
Theyre meant for each other.
Hes like a million years older than her. Dont you think shes a little
young to be married, tied down?
Are we projecting?
You need a man, Kitty.
No I dont!
You need something.
I will not be an experiment, Jubilation Lee.
Well see. She turned excited eyes on her friend. You know, I think St.
John and Bobby may very well *not * be gay.
Really? Kitty didnt sound all that convinced.
Ive caught them looking at us. With interest.
Or morbid curiosity.
Im going to find out, either way.
Youll get yourself probed.
I certainly hope so.
The both laughed so much they didnt see Rogue and Logan walk by, holding
hands in perfect contentment.
I dont like that shirt, Logan.
I will help you.
He looked so dejected, she hastened to add, I love you; if you love the
shirt Ill try to love it too.
No, Ill get rid of it. Its only a shirt. But Im keeping my belt buckle.
A gleam of light brightened his teeth as he smiled. Rogue felt herself
swoon. It was all much too romantic for any one girl.