Goodbye by Victor Moore

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. Marvel does. I'm just taking 'em for a spin.

CONTINUITY: Ummm... in the future... sometime... someday...

RATING: 'PG' for some bad bad language!

Archival Status: Just let me know.


"You can't do this! Not to me! Not to us!" Jubilee screamed at him, tears flying of her face from each shake of her head.

Silently, he did nothing as she pounded on his chest. Each blow, a part of her heart breaking. "Don't go. Please don't go."

"I have to darlin' and you know it."

"I don't give a damn about your honor. All I care about is you!"

"And without that honor, what would I be Jubes?"

"Don't say that. Don't you dare say it!" She covered her ears, praying that he would listen, knowing that he would not. "Please don't..."

"I'd be a nothing than a beast at best, another Creed at worst. Honor makes me what I am, who I am." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Y'know I have to do this. To my shame I helped make her into the person she is today. I have to stop her. Giri demands it."

For the next minute she looked in to his steel eyes, watching resignation, regret, and sadness flicker back and forth. Pulling him into a tight embrace, she could feel his warmth and breathe in all that made him the man he is and burned it into her memory.

"I don't want you to go. I don't want to be alone again."

"I know."

"I lost one family and I lost friends close to me, but I don't want to lose you too. You mean too much to me."

His hug tightened a little. "You're important to this ole canucklehead too. More than I can say. But I still have to go."

"I... I have a really bad feeling about this Wolvie."

A chuckle escaped him.


"You haven't called me that in years."

"Because I've never been this afraid of losing you."

"I'm not going there to die. But I will stop Betsy, one way or the other."

"No! You have to come back! You must." One look into his eyes and she knew he wouldn't.

"It has to be done."

Her mind raced. Surely she could think of something that would make him stay. Then it came to her. "I lov..."

His finger touched her lips, and just as gently, he kissed her forehead. "If you do, than you know I need to do this."

Moments later, she stepped back from him, scrubbing the tears off with her yellow sleeves. "Then you'd better get going."


"Just go. Do what your honor demands."

After a rueful nod, Logan turned and walked down the long corridor. He looked at her one last time. "I... I'm sorry darlin'." Then he exited.

"I know." She whispered and sank to her knees. With her back to the wall, and her knees held tightly against her chest, the tears returned. "Goodbye Logan."


NOTES: This little tale was inspired by Cowboy Bebop (really really good series!!! Rent it!!) , in a scene with Faye's and Spike's last meeting. I also don't go into how Betsy became how she is, but Logan and her do meet for the final time, a confrontation neither survives.
Much Mahalos to Shin who gave this story his blessing, to Luba for encouraging me to keep writing, and of course to the diabolical mind of the person who invented the 'Twinkie'.