Usual: Characters? Not Mine. Money? None being made. This is written for my shelter. Consider it a possible explanation for why Wolverine would allow his partnership with Jubilee to just END like Marvel has let it...... Ever Onwards.......

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Shelter from the Storm

~ Jeanne M



'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

- Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan





Do you know what it feels like to be the broken half of a pair? No, I don't think you do. It's not as if he's dead. 'Cause he ain't. I think this is worse- him being alive and all. I'm used to people dying. Hell, I'm even used to being abandoned, as awful as that sounds. But not by him. I never expected that he would leave me alone like this.

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I can hear her, ya know. Cryin' two floors above me, sittin' on the roof. My window's open. Yeah, I could get up and close it, but then she'd know I heard her muffled sniffles. And I've already hurt her enough for one lifetime, no need to go pricklin' her pride as well.

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It's just, I didn't mean it, ya know? Okay, so I'm a cold-hearted bitch who could never understand what he's had to face. Fine. It's probably true. But I NEVER meant to hurt him, in any way! He knew I was at school.....I couldn't just drop everything and run over to have grand adventures like we used to. And it's not like I meant to stop writing......I'm not the world's smartest girl, and trying to pass classes took up all of my time. I didn't mean to. I didn't. But I was thoughtless, careless, the typical airhead, and now I've lost my best friend because of that.

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Jeannie says I'm sulking. That I'm pouting 'cause my little girl went an' grew up on me. Yeah, the kid came when I really needed her, during the Death incident. An' I seen the security tapes of when she arrived, thinkin' I was dead. But it hurts, ya know? I thought that she would be the one person who would never abandon me. Guess I was wrong. She simply stopped answerin' my calls and letters, the silence stretched into months.

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I. Was. Wrong. Okay? I admit that. And I hurt the one person I care about more than anything else in the universe. But it's not like I meant to quit talking to him......Did you know I have a learning disability? Not many people know that. Jean, Emma, Remy, and Bobby. That's it. Which means extra lessons for yours truly. YOU try keeping up with correspondence when yer in classes from 7am until you collapse at 3 in the morning. It's not as if he was the only one I didn't respond to. Remy and Bobby never got answers, but you don't see them hating me. Not to mention all of the saving the world crap and defending our lives can take up a lot of a girl's time. But those are just excuses. Worthless. Because what I did has no excuse. Now that I think of it.......where the fuck was HE when I needed him? When I was trapped in a madman's hell? He's bitterly claiming that I left him, what about when I was missing for an entire six months, huh Logan?!?! How about when I was watching my friends and all of my dreams die?!? Where were you when Bastion was raping my soul?

Where were you?

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"Where were you?"

The words float down from the roof. Where was I????? Where was she! My light, my life, and my sanity. The person I swore I would never hurt. The woman who can calm my berserker rages and brings out the man in me. And she turned her back on me, going off to play and live the easy life with the kiddies. An' she's got the guts to ask where I was? So maybe I told her goin' to live with Frost an' Sean was a good idea. Yeah, I even said I was proud o' her for wantin' to learn how to control her powers. Chuck never really seemed to care much about teachin' Jubes, so I figured Sean and Emma would do what he either wouldn't or couldn't do. See, the kid's a walking bomb. An' someday she's gonna blow. I think it would be better for everyone if she knew how to control the explosion.

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I hate him for doing this. Tearing me inside out and claiming my still beating heart. Because it always has been and always will be his. Gods above, I hate him!

So why is the longing for his voice still in my soul?

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I hate her for doin' this. For givin' up and going to live far away. For moving past everything that has happened to her, and growing into a beautiful person.........without us. For provin' that my 'lil darling doesn't need a partner, she doesn't need anyone to survive. Most of all, I hate her for lettin' the spark go out of her eyes. There's not the fire in her luminous blue eyes that there used to be, and I have to quell every animal instinct in me that's screamin' she's a dangerous stranger.

So why do I want to go out on the roof and ask if she's got a light?

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I hate him! I hate him I hate him I hate him!!!!! He won't acknowledge me, he won't talk to me, it's like I don't even exist for him! I think that's the worst part. I could stand it if he was angry towards me or if he was yelling. It ain't like I haven't been screamed at or hit around before. But his indifference, the way his gaze just passes over me......

.....it's breaking me a hell of a lot faster than Bastion, Creed, Viper, or anyone else ever could.

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She doesn't need me anymore, and it hurts like a bitch.

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He doesn't need me anymore, and it's killing me inside.

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I miss my partner.

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I want my friend back.

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And in the living room, a red-haired woman weeps for two lost souls who have hurt their other half so much, and hopes that they can survive the pain.





























Non Omins Moriar............