Log: Jubilee/Remy

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Backdated to last Friday



Remy's invitation to come visit had been something of a Godsend, considering the atmosphere up at the mansion at the moment. So Jubilee didn't waste much time in getting out and heading down to the boathouse. Hopefully by the time she came back, people would have vented all their anger and she could simply slink in and stay under the radar for a couple of days. By then Paige was sure to have called, and things would be alright again.

And if she kept telling herself that, she might be able to get rid of this uneasy feeling in her gut.

Jubilee knocked on the door of Remy's bedroom and then quietly opened it, padding into the room as silently as she could. The last time she'd had the flu, she'd had the most horrible headache and any noise had been like ice picks through the brain.

"Remy, you awake?" she asked softly, perching on the edge of his bed.

"Awake, oui. Alive? Dat's debatable." Remy's voice came from under a pile of blankets. His laptop was lying on the floor beside the bed, were he'd obviously been scrolling the journals from. His neat stack of notes were waiting for his meeting with the Professor in a few hours, and he had been trying to catch some sleep before hand.

Of course, that was before the near meltdown on-line.

"Well, just so long as ya don't start stinkin' up the place, I think we can safely assume you're alive. Although, no dying while I'm in the room." Jubilee quipped, taking a good look at him.

He looked, for want of a better word, like hell. If someone had exhumed a week old corpse, gussied it up a bit and stuck some blankets over it, it'd still look better then Remy did right now. Okay, so possibly an exaggeration...make that a two day old corpse.

"Think dat I can do dat. Plus, Lorna already promised to kill me if I die on her." Remy said, emerging at least head and shoulders from under the blanket. "So, how are you doing, chere?"

"Not so good, Remy. My roommate ran off. I think there's something in the roommates handbook that it's bad form to have your roommate up and leave at short notice." Jubilee replied, pulling her legs up into a cross legged position and turning around so she could face Remy directly. "I know it's probably a whole bunch of different things. I was right there watchin'
her go down hill, I'd have had to be pretty dense not to see something was up. Only, I didn't do a damn thing, not till right near the end and then I screwed that up anyway. That makes me a pretty piss poor friend, Remy."

God, she was sounding pathetic. She knew she was deep into the blame game right now and while she recognised it, she couldn't really pull herself out of it. It was easier, to wallow and think she was the cause of Paige ultimately leaving. That way, she could believe Paige
was on her way to Harvard and that she'd call in a few days and everything would be okay.

"Dat's garbage and you know it." Remy said, without anger. He could see the pain and guilt in Jubilee as much as what he tried to avoid in himself. "Paige made her own decision, and if she wasn't willing to open up, den dere's not much dat you could have done. Hell, I know dat Jay is all pissed off, but from what I hear, he barely talk to his sister anyway. So it's as much his fault as yours, Sam's, de Professor, mine, anyones."

"Yeah, I know." Jubilee replied, running her hand through her hair, gaze troubled. "I think she's in trouble, Remy. An I can't do anythin' but sit around an wait. Teacher's have got to know
somethin', an they're just waitin'. So, has to be a reason they ain't gone after her, right? What kinda fucked up world is this, Remy? When goin' after a friend when they're in trouble is the bad choice."

"Look, chere," Remy sat up and leaned back against the head body, the blankets slipping off his bare chest and pooling in his lap. "You don't know dat she's in trouble. If she was, dey would have at least let it filter down to Remy. So, de reason dat dey not going after her is dat dey don't have a reason or a right yet. Paige is an adult, and if she decides she wants to run off to Harvard or something, den she has a right to do dat. Even if it hurts other people."

Remy shook his head tiredly. Well, he needed to be up soon anyway. "You going and tearing
off after her could just make things worse, 'lee. If she is in trouble, and if we need to go and find her, we will. Remy tracked trained operatives through Europe. I can find one untrained eighteen year old blonde if I have to. But, neither of us can do anything without more information."

Jubilee took a deep breath and calmed herself down, noticing Remy didn't have his shirt on.
Why was it all the attractive guys were either taken or old? Fate hated her, seriously. "Yeah, I know. An I know you guys have got it under control. Head is just in a bad space. Why is it that it always seems easier to run away from somethin', even when it's better to say and face whatever you can't deal with?"

Oh, the irony, Remy thought with a twisted smile. At least Jubilee didn't seem to know how much that comment included him. "Sometimes, chere, things have a way of getting so much ahead of you, dat de only way out you can see is to run away. It's usually de wrong answer, but sometimes it looks like de best."

He shook his head, considering what he'd dropped on both Lorna and Amanda this week, a touch rueful of that. "Still, 'lee, I think you were doing the right thing wit' trying to help Paige. Sometimes you can get so wrapped up inside your own head that you can't see where to go, and only someone else can show you de way out. Dat Cat girl doesn't understand well enough when to keep things quiet, and Jay," Remy actually chuckled. "tink dat homme is too wrapped up hating himself and other people to even tell when someone is trying to help."

Remy was right about Jay, she'd been so busy thinking that what she'd done had caused Paige to bolt, that she'd agreed with him when he'd said all the things he had. But now that she was here, listening to someone else, she realised that her first thought had been to help. It hadn't been selfish, like Jay seemed to think. She'd just been trying the best she knew how to reach out to a friend.

Jubilee nodded finally. "I used to run all the time, ya know? Whenever anythin' got too
difficult, I'd just not be there anymore. This place kinda proved to me that you could deal with the difficult things. Even if people thought you were the devil incarnate for awhile. Or, heck, even if you thought that of yourself, there'd always be at least one person who was on your side. Long as you got that, it's easier to hold on, claw your way back from whatever shit you'd done."

"Dat sounds a little closer to the truth, chere. Look," Remy leaned forward. "Remy make you a
deal. If dat Paige hasn't dropped you a note or something by next week, I'll drive you up to the
campus and you can say hello for yourself. Bring some of her things as an excuse. Dat make you feel better?"

Jubilee grinned. "Ya know, Remy, it really does. Thanks, Dude."

She looked at him critically, now that she was feeling somewhat better about the world in general. Maybe it was time to give him that food she'd brought down with her. "So, ready for some of Lorna's soup?"

"Oui. Got to get up for dat meeting wit' de Professor soon." Remy flipped the blankets off and stood up, looking around for his pants. Apparently Jubilee wasn't aware that LeBeau slept in the nude before she walked in, and Remy's sickness and lack of body modesty meant that he really didn't think too much about it.

Jubilee's brain shut down, her eyes unable to look away. While she didn't particularly have much in the way of body modesty, she was not used to men simply walking around naked in front of her. She wasn't exactly sure how to react beyond blushing like mad...and really wishing she'd had a digital camera.

"Dude, you really haven't been eatin'." Jubilee said, trying to get her mind back on track.

"Dat whole throwing up thing tends to kill de appetite." Remy located a pair of jeans and slid them on, hunting around for a shirt. At least he didn't need to dress up for the Professor. "Still, hopefully Remy be able to keep some of Lorna's cooking down for de next few hours." He shrugged a sweatshirt over his head and scrubbed him fingers through his tousled hair before stepping out of the bedroom.

"That would be a good thing, as would drinkin' some of the nice juice I brought with me too. Lorna's orders, she told me if you didn't drink at least a glass of it, I was to use the pouty look. You do not want to see the pouty look, Gumbo." Jubilee replied, following him out.