FIC: Past Forward (Epilogue) PG-13
- Disclaimer, etc., with prologue
Two months later: Jubilee
They had been back home for a month, and Jubilee had never been more
It was the middle of the night, and while everyone else was snug in their
beds, she wandered the halls of the mansion, not even remotely tempted to
raid the refrigerator or go out and find a good place to have a beer and
dance. She was obsessing, as usual, about Sandoriel.
The mop-up operation after the fight at the castle took no time at all.
Maron was a suspicious bastard who kept as few people nearby as possible.
The actual army battle took a little longer, but it went much as the General
had predicted. Most of the Barenians and a great number of the Gifted
soldiers took off before the fighting began. General Symon's army had little
trouble defeating the fighters who were left behind.
Alyn had quickly recovered after his dose of antidote, and all the other
members of their group came out of the fight without so much as a scratch.
Jean had worried them for a while. Sidre said she'd seriously overtaxed
herself by letting them borrow her telekinetic powers. Every time one of
them used the power, Jean grew weaker. Finally, the task of holding
everything together became too much for both of them, and Jean had
collapsed. She slept for 18 hours and woke up feeling fine and brushing off
anyone's concern for her health. When they got home, Jubilee heard her
telling the Professor that she'd had a breakthrough with her Gift, that it
was stronger than ever.
The people of Sandoriel had been thrilled to find out that their Princess
Emmarie had been found, but they seemed equally happy when the princess
herself crowned the new king of Sandoriel -- Will Danis, Celeste's father.
That made Celeste a princess, and Jubilee admitted to being privately amused
at how uncomfortable the attention made Blondie. Sure, she'd come through in
the end, but that didn't mean Jubes had to bond with her or anything.
They spent almost a month in Sandoriel after the fighting was over, helping
to settle things down and witnessing the birth of a new country as the
Barenians finally got their wish. Rogue spent a lot of time with her
long-lost family finding out about her parents and her country.
Jubilee spent every possible moment with Alyn, running errands for the king,
ridding the castle of everything to do with Maron, helping people who were
injured in the main battle, attending boring banquets and making out in
every closet, nook and cranny they could find in the castle. Once Alyn
caught on to the whole kissing thing, he threw himself into it passionately.
Eventually, the group retraced its path all the way back to Fairfield,
Alyn's home. The night before they were to return home, Alyn finally made a
move, and Jubilee joined the Drunken Sluts Club. But she didn't tell anyone,
because it was too important, too personal to talk about. Too painful, now.
She remembered at least 50 times a day how she'd twined her hand with his
and whispered, "I love you."
He had pulled her closer and kissed her hard, but he didn't return the
And he didn't ask her to stay.
She would have, she knew. Given up everything she knew, given up the X-Men
and her friends. Given up rock music and Pop Tarts and pizza, dancing and
television and Matt Damon movies. She would've given up the damn mall, if
only he'd asked.
She was afraid she was a horrible, evil person, because she could barely
stand to be around her friends anymore. It was bad enough that Scott and
Jean had disappeared two days after their return to the mansion and showed
up a week later married. At least Jubilee was spared from having to attend a
But they were acting uncharacteristically newlywed-y. Every time she turned
a corner in the mansion they were making out or just snuggling and gazing at
each other like they had just started dating or something. At least, she
thought grumpily, she and Alyn had the courtesy to hide in a closet for that
Things were still going great for Kitty and Bobby. Obviously they hadn't
been so concerned for their missing friends that they didn't have time to
have sex every five minutes and on every available surface. Or so it seemed
from the extensive rundown of events Kitty insisted on sharing. At least she
was spared the public displays of affection in their case. Kitty had moved
into the room right next door to Popsicle, apparently so they'd have access
to more flat surfaces for sex.
Some of Rogue's stuff was still in their room, but she'd all but moved in
with Logan as soon as they'd come back. And Jubilee was happy for them. She
was. Most of the time. But she felt if she had to witness Logan groping her
friend under the dinner table one more time, she would gouge her own eyes
out with her fork.
She was a little bitter.
As always, on her nighttime wanderings, she returned to the mirror. The
professor had had it moved upstairs into a room connecting with his office.
He was currently considering what to do with it. He was reluctant to destroy
it, because Rogue had already told him she wanted to go back and visit
sometimes. Yet he was understandably concerned about who might eventually
use the gateway to come into their world. Still, Jubilee could tell that he
was intrigued enough by the mirror that he would never get rid of it.
She would sit, sometimes for hours, in an overstuffed chair next to the
mirror, just thinking. She could go back. She could make Rogue open the
gateway for her, and she could go back to Sandoriel, track down Alyn and
force him to love her.
She sank back into the chair and pulled her legs up, wrapping her arms
around her knees. She knew it was impossible to make someone feel love, but
she'd really thought he felt something for her. Jubilee closed her eyes and
tried to remember every detail of his face. His smile. His warm eyes. The
little line that he'd get on his forehead when he was trying to puzzle out
what she was saying. The way his hair would flop down into his eyes.
The strange sound in the empty room had her bounding to her feet. Her heart
sped up as she saw the mirror had begun to light up. It suddenly occurred to
her that they were never sure they'd gotten all the *donte* out of
Sandoriel. There were no records of how many had been created, so they had
no way of knowing.
Jubilee sent out a mental warning to the professor and stood back from the
mirror as a figure stepped out and into the room, looking around wide-eyed.
She watched in shock as he turned her way and grinned, dropping a large bag
at his side. "Jubilation Lee."
She wanted to go to him but couldn't seem to move. "What ..."
"I wanted to see your world for myself," he said, slowly coming toward her.
"But, really, I wanted to see you."
"I missed you, Jubilation. I tried not to love you because I knew you would
leave, but it did not work. It is darker in Sandoriel without you."
She put her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest. "You
came to visit me."
He pulled back slightly. "I came to stay. I ... I mean, if you want me to
She was actually speechless. But, typically, it didn't last long. "It just
so happens, I've been looking for a roommate," she said.
"Well, I am your man, then." He grinned at her.
As he pulled her into a kiss, Jubilee decided she could live with that. She
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