Fic: Resolutions - Jubilee - Rated PG-13
Title: Resolutions
Fandom: Xmen
Characters: Jubilee
Prompt: 30, Death
Word Count: 449
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jubilee looks through her past and makes a decision.
Progress: 2/100
Big Table: Big Table
Author's Note: I totally ignore the House of M storyline...yeah I know my head's in the sand, but I like it that way. hee.
xposted - fanfic100
Jubilee rarely indulged in memories. Unlike Wolverine who was always trying to find his, she was always burying hers. She had no idea what bee had flown up her ass, but since Ang had died at the hands of the Church of Humanity, she'd found herself sitting on the floor staring at her box.
Tucking her ebony locks behind her ear, she reached for the shoebox lid and pulled out the pictures long neglected. Her parents smiled out at her with the younger Jubilee proudly held her gymnastics ribbons. Fingertips trembled as they lovingly caressed the glossy print. It was the last tournament she'd been in before they'd been murdered and she would have given anything to have them back again.
Illyana's smile beamed out of the next photograph while Colossus held her up on his shoulders. It was the first time Jubilee had watched someone so young die. Unfortunately, it wasn't the last time she'd seen someone young die. Illyana's death had opened her eyes to how much some non-mutants hated those that were different. The Legacy Virus had been her first lesson that others hated them enough to manufacture a deadly pandemic.
Her fingers trembled as she pulled out the picture of Gen-X with the smiling faces of herself, Paige, Ang, Ev and the haughty look of Monet. Angrily wiping the useless tears away, Jubilee forced herself to stare at the two closest to her that had died at the hands of mutant haters. She was nothing like Magneto, but there were times when she understood his hatred and Mystique's belief that they shouldn't have to hide who they are.
Reaching for the last picture, Jubilee let her fingertips lightly trace over her crucified form. She had almost died that day, and if it hadn’t been for Archangel she would have. As she stared at the picture, Jubilee finally understood why she'd indulged in a walk through her good-byes. A purpose had been found, and she was going to fight harder for mutant rights. No more innocent blood was going to be spilled just because they were different, but unlike Magneto, she was going to change it through the laws. Not that she wouldn't indulge in a metaphoric paf up the ass of the more stubborn. There was only so much she could change, even about herself.
Jubilee carefully replaced each picture in the box and returned it to her closet shelf, where it would once again collect dust. She hoped there wouldn't be any more pictures to put inside it, though the realist in her knew that was a lie. There would always be hatred for those different, she just hoped she could make a difference.
Fandom: Xmen
Characters: Jubilee
Prompt: 30, Death
Word Count: 449
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jubilee looks through her past and makes a decision.
Progress: 2/100
Big Table: Big Table
Author's Note: I totally ignore the House of M storyline...yeah I know my head's in the sand, but I like it that way. hee.
xposted - fanfic100
Jubilee rarely indulged in memories. Unlike Wolverine who was always trying to find his, she was always burying hers. She had no idea what bee had flown up her ass, but since Ang had died at the hands of the Church of Humanity, she'd found herself sitting on the floor staring at her box.
Tucking her ebony locks behind her ear, she reached for the shoebox lid and pulled out the pictures long neglected. Her parents smiled out at her with the younger Jubilee proudly held her gymnastics ribbons. Fingertips trembled as they lovingly caressed the glossy print. It was the last tournament she'd been in before they'd been murdered and she would have given anything to have them back again.
Illyana's smile beamed out of the next photograph while Colossus held her up on his shoulders. It was the first time Jubilee had watched someone so young die. Unfortunately, it wasn't the last time she'd seen someone young die. Illyana's death had opened her eyes to how much some non-mutants hated those that were different. The Legacy Virus had been her first lesson that others hated them enough to manufacture a deadly pandemic.
Her fingers trembled as she pulled out the picture of Gen-X with the smiling faces of herself, Paige, Ang, Ev and the haughty look of Monet. Angrily wiping the useless tears away, Jubilee forced herself to stare at the two closest to her that had died at the hands of mutant haters. She was nothing like Magneto, but there were times when she understood his hatred and Mystique's belief that they shouldn't have to hide who they are.
Reaching for the last picture, Jubilee let her fingertips lightly trace over her crucified form. She had almost died that day, and if it hadn’t been for Archangel she would have. As she stared at the picture, Jubilee finally understood why she'd indulged in a walk through her good-byes. A purpose had been found, and she was going to fight harder for mutant rights. No more innocent blood was going to be spilled just because they were different, but unlike Magneto, she was going to change it through the laws. Not that she wouldn't indulge in a metaphoric paf up the ass of the more stubborn. There was only so much she could change, even about herself.
Jubilee carefully replaced each picture in the box and returned it to her closet shelf, where it would once again collect dust. She hoped there wouldn't be any more pictures to put inside it, though the realist in her knew that was a lie. There would always be hatred for those different, she just hoped she could make a difference.