Crashing

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Jubee pressed the bike as hard as it would go, roaring out the Harley challenge as she shot down the back roads of New York, Massachusets, New Hampshire....

She wanted to go North, as far as she could, but the amount of injuries and pains that covered her body and soul were taking thier toll, and the bike weaved dangerously as she struggled to control it and keep going forward.

Stupid Chase. Stupid Ororo. Stupid Jean... stupid everybody!

Tears formed in her eyes, and the road got blurry and dark, and she weaved further until finally the inevitable occured and the bike hit a rut, then went spinning and flyingout of control down the road with Jubes hanging on for dear life.

The handlebars were ripped from her grasp, and she felt herself flying, then felt the bike smash into the ground, and finally she let go, ready to die and prove to everybody that Jubilation Lee would never learn anything, not how to take care of herself, not how to drive, and not how to keep herself under control.

She closed her eyes as time seemed to slow, and waiting to careen into the trees headfirst and have it all gone, and done. Finally.

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But it didn't happen. Instead she was suddenly aware of a feeling of weightlessness, and of a soft, sweet smell. The rustling of the trees and the roar of the wounded bike was replaced by a soft silence broken only by a soft, far away thread of running water.

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She felt completely and utterly thrown off, and after a moment opened her eyes to look around.

Maybe... was this Heaven? Did she somehow manage to get here, even after everything she'd done?

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It was a soft blue space. Off in the distance and above and below her she could see things floating, though they were so different from anything that she'd ever seen before that at first she couldn't understand what she was looking at.

But then slowly she realized that some of the things were floating blobs of water, some of them big enough to have things swimming around inside them; others looked like nothing so much as floating trees with leaves at both ends of their trunks; and yet others looked like small forests of gnarled trees all woven together.

Through all this looking the sound of running water continued behind her, unnoticed as yet.

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"Nein," said Anmut softly, her long, pointed ears going back as her eyes creased at the corners in dismay at the floating blood. "I am a voman of the Seevölker. Please, little vone, you are hurt."

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"Then... this isn't Heaven?" she frowned, looking around and holding herself tightly, insecure in Jean's costume.

Of course she wasn't. Figures she even messes up her death.

"M' fine," she mumbled.

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"This is the Vorld Outside Time." The winged woman scooped her up gently. "Und you are only the second to come here since I arrived to vatch over Sir James."

Quite some time later

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She awoke in a massive curtained canopy bed, her body bandaged and splinted beneath a soft white gown that felt like silk. The room was dim, though soft blue light showed at the window where a shadowy figure crouched on the stone sill and looked out.

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She groaned softly, feeling her chest catch and refuse to take in much air, and she eralized she'd broken at least two ribs. Wonderful.

She turned her head slowly, her vision swimming slightly before she frowned.

"Wolvie?" she whispered, feeling her stomach lurch.

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The figure turned and she saw the outline of a massive wing clinging to the stone wall to one side of the window, then Anmut hopped down from the sill and straightened to walk toward the bed. "Are you thirsty?"

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"Und you vill go back. He may even come for you, as somevone came for the other Jubilee who vas here," said Anmut, her grip unrelenting.

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"But even if I go back I can't go back to the mansion and that's where he is and where he left me so no he WON'T be able to find me!" she yelled, then broke down again.

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"Then he vill come here." Anmut put her ears back at the sound, hoping that Sir James wouldn't hear, but then started as the door swung open.

"What's all this unholy racket?" growled a gravelly voice.

"She is upset, Sir James," said Anmut calmly. "I am sorry for disturbing you."

"What's this then?" There was a deep growl. "Did we not just send that one off?"

"No. This is a different girl, sir."

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Anmut turned and came back quickly, taking another container from the table and putting the straw to Jubilee's mouth. "Here. This vill help vith the pain." She stroked the weary girl's hair. "Do you vant me to pull the curtains so that it gets dark?"

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She managed to shake her head.

"A..afraid," she choked out. "Afraid of the dark."

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"Ah," said the winged woman softly. "Lights, faintly, bitte."

Soft light suddenly permated the room as a pair of glowing globes floated down to tuck themselves under the canopy.

"Danke," said Anmut. "Better, Leibling?"

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"Volvie is the same man as Sir James." Anmut finally understood. "Ach, yes, he vill come then."

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"Yeah..." Jubee said, then sighed. "I don't know. He won't even be back at the mansion for a long time."

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"Ja."

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"And how come you ended up here?"

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Anmut shook her head and pulled her a little closer. "Don't feel badly for me, little vone."

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Jubee snuggled in and squeezed her eyes closed.

"Did your Wolvie ever have me?" she asked.

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"A draak." Anmut gently adjusted the wing that Jubilee was laying on to be more comfortable for the girl, then reached a cautious finger toward the tiny thing. "Somevone made him?"

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Steve looked at her for a moment, then reached his head towards her.

"Yeah. He's good at rearanging molecules or something, transforming stuff into other stuff. Steve was made out of grass."

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Anmut gently stroked an unbruised place on Jubilee's cheek. "You're getting tired now. You must rest to heal, little vone."

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She frowned and bit her lip.

"Ok," she said, letting herself untense a little bit as her eyelids started to droop.