Past Forward - Jamie (madjm@...
Disclaimer, etc., with prologue
Something had to be done about Rogue, and obviously Jubilation Lee was the
only woman for the job.
Jubilee sighed and tossed aside the latest issue of Cosmo. She shifted on
the floor next to her bed, mentally weighing the pros and cons of drinking
another bottle of Jolt Cola. She absolutely had to stay awake, for Rogue's
sake, but it was getting harder to keep her eyes open every second. She
glared at the aforementioned girl, snug in her bed, snoozing the night away
while her roommate and best friend sat on the hard floor, debating whether
or not toothpicks could really be used to prop her eyes open.
Jubilee transferred her glare to the other bed in their room, empty of its
owner. Kitty Pryde, she knew, was probably in the throes of another
mind-blowing orgasm -- and who *knew* Bobby Drake had it in him? -- while
she watched over Rogue.
The three of them were among the few people left at the mansion. During the
summer, any of the students who had somewhere to go deserted the place as
soon as classes were over. Jubilee, Rogue and Kitty decided to spend their
summer break from college together. They spent their days looking after the
youngest kids in the mansion and their evenings planning a trip to the
Bahamas in a few weeks and making use of their newly-minted 21-year-old IDs.
Things had been going great, until Rogue began to wig out on them.
Three nights in a row her friend had been caught sleepwalking. In four years
of living together, she'd never known Rogue to sleepwalk, so the first night
had been kind of funny. Scott had led Rogue gently back into their room in
the dead of night without waking her, and the next day her roommates had
teased her unmercifully.
Jubilee frowned. The next night, Kitty had come back from a date with Bobby
and noticed Rogue missing. She'd shaken Jubilee awake, and they'd found
Rogue soundlessly wandering through the halls like a ghost, a slight frown
on her face. Her eyes were wide open, but she obviously wasn't seeing
anything. To say it was freaky was an understatement.
The night after that, Jubes had tried to stay awake and watch her roomie,
but she woke just after 1 a.m. to find Rogue gone again. Without bothering
to wake Kitty, Jubes had rushed downstairs, arriving just as Logan came
inside. Jubilee wrinkled her nose. He smelled like he'd taken a bath in
beer, but even the beer smell didn't cover up the sweat and cheap perfume.
Ugh. She barely had time to wonder what Rogue saw in him before she
remembered that her friend was heartbroken over the bastard's infamous
liplock with Jean Grey in the middle of the rec room.
Up until that point, it was generally accepted at the mansion that Rogue and
Logan were a couple, even if the two people involved weren't willing to
admit it. They spent much of their free time together, trained together,
went out together, ate together and bickered like an old married couple.
They shared laughs and tears, and neither one of them dated anyone else. The
only thing they weren't doing, as far as Jubilee knew, was having sex, and
she had figured it was only a matter of time before they crossed that line.
But that all changed after the Kiss Incident.
"Wolverine," she said coolly.
"Sparkle girl," he nodded. She knew very well he remembered her name, but he
always called her that. Kitty was "cat girl."
She started, in the interests of standing up for her friend, to blast him
for being out with some cheap skank when he could've had Rogue, when the
girl herself glided into the hall. One glance told Jubes that she was
"Marie?" Logan looked surprised as she stopped in front of him. Jubilee was
surprised, too. Rogue had done everything short of joining the Witness
Protection Program to avoid him lately. With good reason, as far as she was
concerned. He knew damn well that Rogue had feelings for him, and his
indifference to those feelings was appalling.
Rogue tilted her head to one side and frowned. "It's getting late," she
said. "They're waiting."
"Who?" Logan grabbed Rogue's arm. "Who's waiting, Marie?"
Rogue jerked, and Jubilee could see her come awake and the confusion cloud
her face. The cold look she directed at Logan was, in Jubilee's opinion, a
fraction of what he deserved.
"Hey, chica," Jubilee jumped in, "I guess you decided you wanted some ice
"Yeah," Rogue lied without a pause. Spending time with Jubilee had been good
for her in that respect. Jubilee was a master at prevarication. "Let's go."
Without another word to Logan, she'd headed for the kitchen. Logan was
staring after her, confused, and for half a second Jubilee felt sorry for
him. Until she remembered Rogue locking herself in the bathroom and crying
for hours. The dog deserved whatever he got.
But Jubilee couldn't forget the odd moment in the hall, and she'd spoken to
Rogue and Dr. Grey about running some tests to make sure there was nothing
physically wrong with her friend. Rogue flatly refused to see the doctor,
and Jean was hesitant to force anything on the younger woman. In a couple of
days, Professor Xavier would be back from his trip to Washington, D.C., and
Jubilee intended to have him check Rogue over whether she agreed to it or
Until then, she was standing watch. Or, rather, sitting watch. On an
Jubilee reached for the alarm clock to bring it closer, noticing the way her
hand was shaking. More Jolt Cola was definitely a bad idea. She did,
however, have an extreme craving for the Frosted Cherry Pop Tarts she knew
were hidden behind some crackers in the pantry downstairs. Unless Bobby had
gotten into them. Ice Boy was toast if he'd touched her Pop Tarts.
Jubilee shot a glance at Rogue, who hadn't moved a muscle, and decided to
make a run for it. She slid on her bright purple bunny slippers and crept
out of the room.
She was gone for 10 minutes, tops, but when she returned, the room was
"That is cheating," she griped at the empty bed. "I was only gone for a
Jubilee raced out of the room, heading for the hall, where Rogue generally
seemed to pop up on these nocturnal journeys of hers. It was empty and
silent. Thinking, she finished the rest of her Pop Tart while pacing around
Finally shrugging, she wandered the first floor of the mansion, listening
for any unusual noises. Her uncharacteristic patience was rewarded when she
heard a slight scraping noise to her right. She ran down the empty hallway,
stumbling to a halt and nearly tripping over her bunny slippers. The door at
the end of the hallway was slightly open.
She'd never noticed that door before, and she didn't have any idea where it
led. She shook off an odd shiver of worry. Her bud was in there, doing God
knows what, and she needed backup, stat. Jubilee yanked the door open,
gaping at the stairs leading down, into a dark room. Pitch dark. No light
whatsoever. Really freaking inky black dark. Anything could be down there.
Waiting for a mostly-innocent 21-year-old girl to come down the stairs,
within arm's reach.
"I ain't afraid of no ghosts," she sang under her breath. For all she knew,
Rogue could have fallen down those stairs. She could be injured. Jubilee
took a deep breath and plunged down the stairs, the "Ghostbusters" theme
song running through her mind.
Once her eyes adjusted to the dark, Jubilee saw a large room, filled with
boxes. A hallway ran to her left; where it led, she couldn't tell. If there
was a light switch in the room, she didn't have enough light to see it.
Which was certainly an irony she planned to mention to Rogue when she found
her. Unfortunately, the girl was nowhere in sight. Which meant, Jubilee
thought, either she wasn't down here, or she'd gone down the
"Girl," she muttered to her missing friend. "You owe me *so* big for this.
We're talking shopping-spree-at-the-mall, all-you-can-eat-chocolate-bonanza,
doing-my-laundry-for-the-rest-of-your-days debt here, babe."
Amazingly, Jubilee spotted a large, heavy flashlight on a stack of boxes.
She picked it up, flipped the switch. And figured God must appreciate her
altruistic activities, since the batteries were working, sending a nice,
cheerful, bright light throughout the room.
The light improved her mood immensely, and she headed without hesitation
down the hall. Several doors lined the hallway, but -- putting on her best
Nancy Drew face -- Jubilee followed the footprints in the dust on the floor.
This was apparently the one place in the mansion that the Prof didn't have
Rogue's footprints went into the third door on the right. The door itself
stood open. Jubilee sauntered into the room, prepared to dazzle her friend
with her deductive abilities. Instead she nearly gave herself a heart attack
as the beam of the flashlight reflected off something, momentarily blinding
"Holy COW!" she yelped, jumping back, managing to drop the flashlight in the
process. As the room went black, she heard the flashlight rolling off
somewhere. Perfect. Perfectly-freaking-perfect. "Uh, Rogue?" she ventured.
There was no sound in the room. This room was the darkest place so far, and
her eyes weren't adjusting too well. All she could see was the big spot in
front of her eyes caused by the reflection. Jubilee gulped, feeling nervous
and a little ridiculous at the same time.
She started to speak again, when she suddenly began to make out a few
objects in the room. The growing light was subtle, so it took her a moment
to realize it wasn't simply her vision adjusting to the dark. As the room
lit up, she saw that the light was coming from a large standing mirror, as
big as the front door of the mansion, at least. The mirror itself wasn't the
source of the light, but its frame was glowing with a golden light.
Rogue stood in front of the mirror, perfectly still, one hand touching the
mirror's surface. Her black pajama pants and purple tank top had an orangey
tint in the light. Jubilee could tell by one glance that her friend wasn't
awake. Her face, reflected in the mirror, was completely blank, and her eyes
were open. Jubilee wasn't close enough to tell, but she'd have bet money the
eyes were empty, too.
Now, she figured, would be a great time to wake Rogue up. They could haul
ass upstairs, and when the Prof got back in a few days, they could ask him
about his wonderful glowy mirror hidden downstairs. And, next time, she'd
find the freaking light switch first.
It was surprisingly difficult to force herself to step closer. "Rogue --"
she began, ending in a gasp as her roomie stepped into the mirror.
One moment she was there; the next moment she seemed to merge with her
mirror image and vanish.
"I will not pass out ... I will not pass out ... I will not pass out,"
Jubilee muttered. She absolutely hated those stupid heroines in books and
movies who freaked out at the slightest bit of weirdness or danger.
Jubilation Lee was an X-Woman. At least, she was an X-Woman in training. She
*lived* for danger, excitement, weirdness.
Swallowing hard, Jubilee stepped toward the mirror and slid one finger along
its surface, pushing through what felt like warm caramel. Gasping, she
yanked her hand back.
The glow around the mirror began to fade, and Jubilee acted before she could
talk herself out of it. She sent out a giant S.O.S. in her most screeching
mental voice "ROGUE WENT INTO MIRROR DOWNSTAIRS! I'M FOLLOWING!"
As the glow nearly sputtered out, Jubilee took a deep breath, like she was
going underwater, and jumped into the mirror.
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