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First Times at Bayville High	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 21210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 13: Intermission

Eyes red from weeping, Jubilee pulled one last tissue from the box to dry her chin, cheeks, and eyes. She still sat beside Jean on the couch, but had long ago pulled her knees up under her chin, approximating the fetal position. Near her lay the crumpled remains of previous tissues, at least a dozen in all.

During her tale, a curious thing had occurred: the girls all gathered closer to Jubilee in a show of support. Kitty and Jean had scooted in, and Jean had put an arm around her shoulder. Rahne had moved to sit at Jubilee’s feet, though she resisted the urge to lay her head in Jubilee’s lap. Amara and Wanda had joined Jean and Kitty on the same sofa, while Tabby and Danielle leaned on the back of it, having relocated from the other one. Even Rogue had pulled her chair closer, though she remained careful about her bare feet and the others’ by maintaining the lotus position.

“So that’s my story,” sighed Jubilee, “about how I lost pretty much everything: my home here, my virginity, my parents, my self-respect, my innocence.” She half-smiled bitterly. “I think I even lost my interest in guys.”

“Entirely?” asked Wanda, to which Jubilee nodded, glancing at the other girls around her.

“That’s not surprising,” Jean reassured her, “given what you went through.”

Swallowing, Jubilee elaborated: “Yeah, it’s like whenever I try to think about guys or… or whatever, I don’t get turned on like I used to. I just feel, I dunno, empty inside, kinda numb. I guess the mystery or the thrill or whatever has been totally stripped away.”

“Ah can’t imagine,” murmured Rogue.

“Aye,” agreed Rahne, “perrish the thought!”

“You feel… burnt out?” supplied Jean. When Jubilee confirmed, the redhead continued, “You probably just need time to heal before resuming – or, better yet, regaining – your normal, healthy sexual response.”

The San Franciscan looked over, uncertainty tinting her dark eyes even darker. “But… what if it’s permanent?” she asked, voice shaky. “What if I’m now… damaged goods? Or what if no guy – no normal one, anyway – would even touch me now?”

Jean frowned, not sure what to say. Uneasy silence descended on the girls. Jubilee stared at her feet despondently.

“Maybe an appointment with the Professor is what you need,” Jean finally suggested. “He’s a licensed psychiatrist, far more qualified to guide you than any of us.”

“I dunno if I can talk to him about… that stuff,” replied Jubilee. “I know he wanted me back here and everything,” she added with a small smile, which soon faded, “but I don’t really think he wants to hear about how I became a… a sperm dumpster… for more than a year.”

“You did what you had to do to survive, girl,” Tabby chimed in emphatically. “I thought it was wicked smart, the way you lived on nothing but your wits for so long.”

“You certainly fared much better than I could have dreamt to have done,” added Amara with a reassuring smile.

“Thanks, I guess,” Jubilee responded glumly. “I don’t feel like I survived on my wits. More like, on my tits.”

Tabby remained insistent. “For real, though – outwitting mall cops for, like, months on end is no joke. Swiping change from the fountains? Genius.”

The former mallrat could only laugh at that. “Why am I not surprised you’re the one who’s impressed by juvenile delinquency?” Tabby laughed along with her, and the laughter spread from one girl to the next, until all were consumed in a fit of giggling.

The impromptu gaggle that had formed began to disperse, with some of the girls offering a final token of support – a pat on the arm, a shoulder squeeze. Jean levitated the wastebasket over so Jubilee could throw away her tissues. Kitty gave her a big hug.

Upon releasing the embrace, Kitty’s eyes widened. “Ohmygod, how did I, like, not think about that sooner?”

“Think about what?” asked Jubilee, her eyebrow arched.

“Your name and what it means!” the valley girl practically squealed.

The San Franciscan girl shrugged. “It means ‘celebration,’ right?”

Amara smiled. “I would be happy to consider this party, retroactively, to be your Welcome-Home.”

“Aye, ferr the prrodigal daughterr,” Rahne teased.

“I guess, yeah,” replied Kitty tentatively. “Way back in shul I learned that the Year of Jubilee was super-special. Every, like, fifty years, my people would return all the land to its original owners and totally forgive all debts.”

“That certainly runs counter to the stereotype of ‘the greedy Jew’ we talked about in my Racism in America course,” commented Jean.

Lips pursed, Kitty nodded. “Yeah, well, that only, like, came out of the Catholic ban on charging interest on loans, so everyone in Europe did their banking or whatever through Jewish merchants.” She giggled. “Thank you, Mr. McCoy, for assigning Merchant of Venice this year.”

“So what does any of that have to do with me?” asked a bewildered Jubilee as she dropped the last tissue in the wastebasket.

“My point was,” replied Kitty, “that Jubilee was all about forgiveness and a clean slate. So you should, like, give yourself Jubilee!” She beamed.

“A clean slate sounds pretty good,” admitted the pyrotechnic mutant. “I’ll give it a try, I guess. Thanks, Kitty… and thanks to everyone for… for accepting me back. You guys are awesome friends.”

Amara smiled sadly. “If any of us could have prevented what you went through, we would have. I am certain of it; now we can only stand by your side as you recover from the ordeal. True friends would do no less.”

Jubilee sniffled. “Still, I’ve been a real bitch, and I’m sorry. None of you deserved it. Except maybe Tabby.”

“After I fucking cheered for your cleverness,” the blond sighed melodramatically, “you’re gonna be like that?” Jubilee merely grinned broadly.

“Y’know, ‘givin’ yerself Jubilee’ sounds lahk somethin’ else entahrely,” Rogue pointed out, a sly smirk on her full lips.

Kitty rolled her eyes. “Ohmygod, Rogue! Did you, like, have to go there?”

“What? It ain’t mah fault you made an innuendo,” replied the Southerner faux-innocently.

By now the mood had lightened considerably, returning to the comfortable conviviality present before Jean told her story. Ever the hostess, Amara panned the room, beaming. “Whose stories remain untold?” she asked.

“I don’t think Tabby, Wanda, or Rogue has gone,” answered Danielle.

“Tabby has made it quite clear she has no desire to relive her first sexual experience,” added Jean. The redhead favored the blonde with a tight, supportive smile.

“Not in detail, anyway,” responded the wild child. She glanced at Jubilee, tugging on her bra straps uncomfortably. “After your story, though, I feel like I can at least…” She took a deep breath.

“That bad, huh?” asked Jubilee, a sympathetic wince marring her features for a moment.

Tabby just nodded, eyes glassy. Since the girls had returned to their original seats – except Jubilee, who remained between Kitty and Jean – Amara reached over to her seatmate and stroked her hair. “Thanks,” croaked the blonde.

Clearing her throat, Tabby raised her chin, finding the resolve to look the other girls in the eyes. “Most of you probably remember my dad, right? He was always looking for chances to make an easy buck, usually illegally. That’s what he was after the last time he dropped by, for those who don’t remember – he wanted me to use my powers to steal fundraiser money from the school.”

Rahne’s brow furrowed. “Stealin’ frrom a school? That’s rraet low, that is.” She made no effort to conceal the disdain in her voice.

“As much as I hated school,” Tabby responded with a wry smile, “I gotta agree with Wolf-Girl. That’s why I couldn’t go through with it, though I almost did.” The smile fled from her face. “Up until then, I was never strong enough to tell my dad ‘no’.”

Her words hit the floor with a thud. For a long moment, Tabby could only look around the room, meeting the gazes of every other girl in the room. One by one, she saw the implications dawn.

Horror – deep, gut-twisting, nauseating disgust – seeped throughout the room. Wanda covered her mouth. Amara, stunned, sat frozen, ceasing her stroking of Tabby’s hair. Jean clenched her eyes shut and massaged her temples, bowing under the weight of eight other girls’ visceral reactions in addition to her own.

Choking down the lump in her throat, Tabby added, “Before anyone asks how I could let him… do that, well… he was my dad, for fuck’s sake. I trusted him,” she managed. “That night he manipulated me to steal from the school… it’s like I had a… a… oh, what’s the fucking word?”

“Epiphany?” supplied Rogue.

“Yeah, that,” snapped Tabby, too agitated to monitor the effects of her tone. “I just saw all at once the ways my bastard father had emotionally manipulated me – and my mom! – for years. Everything he said was to pull our strings, make us do what he wanted.”

“You’re in good company, sugah,” grumbled Rogue. Wanda remained conspicuously silent, but her blue-grey eyes betrayed her gnawing doubts about her father and her memories.

Tabby let out a breath, one she was unaware of having held. “I guess what he did to us… what he did to me… was so he could have some control over his sad, pathetic life.” She shook her head in revulsion.

Still bent double, Jean added weakly, “I’m sure your mutant gifts made him feel threatened, made things worse.”

“In some ways, yeah,” the blonde replied. “But once I got the hang of them, he stopped seeing me as good for only one thing and started seeing me as good only for another. I became a tool to help him in his ‘career’.”

“Hard to say which one’s worse,” commented Rogue. She gave Tabby a sympathetic smile. Amara also showed her support, wrapping her roommate in her warm arms and leaning her head on the nearer shoulder.

Glassy-eyed, Tabby croaked, “It’s all good, right? I have both aspects of my life under my control now. I choose when, where, and how I use them."

“And how often,” Rahne teased.

“Damn straight!” replied Tabby with a crooked smile.

From across the room, Jean made eye contact with her blonde counterpart. “I… I think,” she stammered, “I think I’m beginning to understand you, Tabby.”

Tabby smiled more broadly at the redhead. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like that you were like the rest of us, Miss Perfect.”

“Yeah, feet of clay totally suit you,” teased Kitty.

Jean tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Um, thanks?”

Tabby laughed and continued, “Your do-gooder routine does have appeal too, which is why I came back. Where my dad wanted me to use my powers for petty larceny, the Prof wants me to choose to use them to protect people. Or save the world. Or whatever.”

Laughter now rippled through the room, relieving some of the negativity that had returned with Tabby’s confession. Amara continued to snuggle against her roommate, letting her presence comfort where words could not. Jean floated a bottle of water over to Tabby upon request. Jubilee and Tabby exchanged a silent nod across the room.

“Amara, baby,” Tabby began, shifting a bit as Amara warmed her shoulders too much, “you’re cooking me.”

The Nova Roman princess let go as if she had been burned. “Forgive me, Tabby; I intended only to console you.”

The blonde shrugged. “No big. I was just getting too done on that side.” She tugged her bra straps back into place once more, glaring at one sidelong in frustration. “Okay, the girls here need some serious air. Can I please ditch the bra, at least?”

Rahne chimed in, “Aye, and this bloody naet-gown!”

Amara sighed, “We discussed this earlier. I would have nothing against you two undressing for comfort, but I believe I am the only one.” Rahne slumped and fidgeted with the hem of her lingerie, disappointed.

Tabby snorted, “Your party, your rules, babe.” The lovely Latina pursed her lips, trying to weigh her options.

Jean, however, bailed her out. “Perhaps we might reach a compromise? Tabby, you could put on a t-shirt, for instance, which would free you of the confines of your bra while saving the rest of us from receiving an unwanted eyeful of your… assets.”

Saucily, Tabby winked and cupped her breasts, jiggling them. “Jealous of them, Red?” Jean just rolled her eyes, and Tabby continued, “That sounds like a fair deal. Back in a sec.” With that, she flounced upstairs to her room.

Rogue shook her head. “Ah’da let ‘er borrow mah overshirt if she’d wanted,” she drawled, tugging at her white tee. “Ah’m a little warm as is.”

“Aye dinna know how ye stand it, lass,” grumbled Rahne, still fidgeting.

“If Ah can ever control mah powers, Ah wouldn’t hafta cover up. Ah wouldn’t need ta dress lahk an Eskimo when Ah go to slumber parties in spring,” she sighed wistfully. She glanced around quickly. “Not that Ah’d strut around in mah birthday suit,” she added hastily. “But Ah maht go in fer somethin’ lahk Wanda’s wearin’, but in green.”

“It’s a bit too daring, actually,” replied her roommate. “I feel as though I’ll fall out if I so much as sneeze.” Her eyes flitted, briefly, to Rogue’s ample bosom, then back upward. “I suspect you’d have it even worse.”

“Long as you didn’t hex me to make it happen,” she teased with a wink.

Wanda giggled. “It would make for a good prank though.”

“I love pranks!” called Tabby from the stairs. She dashed back to her seat, now clad in a sky-blue tanktop and matching hotpants. “Whatever we’re doing, count me in!” She rubbed her hands together wickedly.

“It was just… roommate banter,” stammered Wanda as she struggled to focus on something other than Tabby’s new attire, or the way the fabric stretched over the bombshell’s bombshells. Her cheeks pinked slightly.

Tabby, for her part, seemed not to notice the odd looks from the other girls. “Bummer,” she sighed, snapping her fingers. “Anyway, I feel better now.”

“Thank you, sincerely, for sharing with us,” Amara told her.

“I meant ditching my over-the-shoulder boulder holder,” replied Tabby, “but that too.” Most of the girls giggled, though Kitty pouted slightly.

“I like that shade of blue on you,” Danielle complimented her.

“Thanks, girl! Actually, I wore this shirt the day I did another first.” She looked over to Amara. “Is it cool if I tell that story? It’s much more fun than the last few.”

“Hey!” cried Kitty, feeling indignant at the perceived mocking. “We couldn’t, like, help it, y’know.”

“True. I have you to thank for this one, though,” Tabby responded to the petite girl.

“Like, what’s that supposed to mean?”

The blonde smirked. “If you’d gotten back with Lance after the cruise, I wouldn’t have had to ‘console’ him.”

Kitty rolled her eyes. “Whatever. He’s all yours. I’m so over him.”

Tabby shrugged. “Your loss. He’s actually a pretty good lay.”

Kitty made a ‘gag me’ gesture, pointing a finger at her open mouth.

“And when you got together with Pete,” continued Tabby, “I lost a bet.”

“Ah ain’t sure Ah wanna know,” interjected a wincing Rogue.

“If she got together with Kurt, I got Lance’s jeep,” Tabby explained. “It was a safe bet, right? Who else was there?”

Kitty smirked. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’d you offer Lance?”

“My ass,” Tabby replied matter-of-factly.

“Ewwwww! Totally gross!”

The wild child looked around and saw that most of the others shared Kitty’s sentiments. “Don’t tell me none of you prudes never even considered it,” she sighed in exasperation.

Sheepishly, Jubilee raised her hand. “I thought about how to handle it if one of my, um, customers suggested it. Luckily, they all were more interested in pounding my pussy.”

Tabby rolled her eyes. “Well, fuck you guys. I’m telling this story anyway. Maybe someone will change her mind.”
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A/N: It feels good to post this, since it's been months since my last update. Now I've got the creative monkey off my back for a little while, at least. In the midst of Academic March Madness (so... many... projects...), this was my reward to myself, and you all, for completing most of them ahead of schedule. One whopper still remains, so any positive energy you can toss into the ether for me would be most appreciated!
Also, the 3 R's - read, rate, review - are more than welcome, as is joining the discussion on the forum (link to the discussion is in my AN on the first chapter). I'll predict, tentatively, that my next update will be mid-May; so I hope this will hold you over till then!
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