Jubilee, Doug & M-A log.

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Doug finds an unexpected guest in his kitchen early in the morning.



Moonlight cast washes of light over the kitchen benches and the sound of mastication could be heard in the quiet of the pre-dawn kitchen. Something in the shadows hungered, and gorged itself with enthusiasm.

Doug had clearly had the same idea as the late night intruder, as he padded into the kitchen in search of a snack. Turning on a light would absolutely blind him, so he fumbled his way through around the counters and toward the refrigerator. The soft glow of the interior refrigerator lamp spilled into the room as Doug cracked the door, and as he opened it wider, it fell on the intruder.

Having someone else in his kitchen shocked Doug completely awake, and he sprang back from the kitchen appliance. "WHAT THE HELL ASS BALLS?" he shouted, startled.

Jubilee did not jump half a foot in the air and try to kick whatever it was that had yelled at her in the head. But this was only because she had pie, and wasn't the type to jump half a foot in the air upon being startled anyhow. No, she was much more likely to fall over things, which made what happened completely expected.

"Mmmph!" she exclaimed, falling backwards on her chair.

Doug was just about to reach for something to hit his intruder over the head with when it finally registered in his still slightly fuzzed brain who exactly had invaded his kitchen.

"Jubilee?" he asked, his eyebrows arched in confusion.

Had Jubilee been more awake at the time, it was possible she might have at least rolled with the fall from the chair. As it was, she'd ended up flat on her back, covered in pie.

"I may, or may not be dead right now." she muttered from her prone position on the floor. "If I'm not, I would like to lodge a protest at the loss of pie."

"Yes. MY pie!" Doug yelled, slightly exasperated, as he threw his hands up in the air. "What in the world are you doing breaking into my apartment at..." he checked the LED clock on his stove "...two forty in the morning and eating my pie, Jubilee?"

"Dude, who knows? Could be aliens, or act of Pete. Hmm, probably not act of Pete, he doesn't exactly seem the practical joke sort. Maybe it was a guy with the last name of Stan? Although that could have been a dream. I mean, who goes around with the last name of Stan anyhow?" Jubilee noted, rolling over and then pulling the chair up with her as she got to her feet. She brushed bits of pie from her pyjama shirt and then grinned at Doug. "So, got anymore pie?"

Doug folded his arms across his bare chest and scowled. He was not going to be distracted by Jubilee's chatter. "Jubes, you came down the fire escape, came in through my window, ransacked my fridge, and -ate my pie-. What the hell?"

Jubilee looked over at the open window, where it would appear that she had indeed climbed in, and then back at the remains of pie scattered around the legs of the chair she'd so recently vacated in a spectacular manner.

"Would you believe...Well, actually, I've got no idea. I mean, last thing I remember I was heading for bed, so yeah. Sleep sneaking though? So awesome."

Strangely enough, perhaps, that explanation Doug -did- believe. However, he wasn't quite so sure that sleepwalking all the way down to his apartment and eating pie while still asleep was quite as awesome as Jubilee thought it was.

Jubilee noticed the look in his eye and wrinkled her nose slightly. "You're not going to go all worried and frowney faced on me, are you? Because seriously, it's fine. Okay, so maybe not fine in the fact that I ate half your pie, which by the way, was delicious. But fine in all other ways, I assure you. By the way, you'll want to get a better lock on your window. I'm sure it says something distressing that I could open it in my sleep."

It would not do to punch a coworker in the face. Doug figured if he kept repeating that to himself, he might actually believe it and not give in to his crankier instincts. "Leaving aside the question of how you know the pie was delicious if you were asleep, maybe you should head back to your bed?" he asked her. "Not that I don't appreciate attractive women in my apartment in their sleepwear, but I think Angie might have something to say about that."

Jubilee looked down at her sleepwear, an overlarge shirt she'd brought at a $2 store and her favourite Spiderman boxers. "I don't see why, not like I'm goin' for Victoria Secrets here."

Doug frowned thoughtfully. Every attempt to put Jubilee slightly on the spot resulted in an evasion. He made himself a mental note to talk to Sofia about Jubilee. It was sneaky and underhanded, but he couldn't shake the feeling there was something going on under the surface that the firecracker was trying to avoid talking about.

"Fine, fine. I'll replace the pie. Not like I ate it all, ya know. I mean, I'm sure there's some left in the fridge." Jubilee muttered when Doug didn't answer immediately.

The door to Doug's bedroom creaked open and with a muffled squeak of confusion, Marie-Ange shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing the back of one hand over her eyes. She paused, blinked slowly several times, and tugged the hem of her cami down so that it met the top of her shorts. "Are.. you having a pie fight?" She finally asked, obviously still mostly asleep.