[fic] on the same wave [x-men] [jubilee]

On the Same Wave by Pen
The X-Men, Jubilee, G

100 words for the New Years that we have left behind.

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"Hey, Jubes," Rogue drawls. "We're goin' into Chinatown to watch the fireworks. Want to come?"

Jubilee glances down; she presses her nails into her palms, and thinks about her parents; thinks about the dresses and the food and the reunions she'll never again have.

She looks up. Doesn’t quite meet Rogue’s eyes. "Nah," she says. "It's not really my thing."

Alone, she unfolds her hands and sparks fly from her fingers. They crackle and burst, and the air is hot and filled with colour.

She curls her hands, and looks away as the sparks die down.

Not really her thing.