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Jubilee
Jubilation Lee didn’t really know Logan- the old Logan, the one who died. She was 13 when she started going to the school, and Logan was not any different from all the other teachers she suddenly had. He taught history, a class Jubilee wasn’t great at, but he was good with the students, so Jubilee liked him. The last time she talked to him, she was 15, and lying about how she absolutely did her homework, it just exploded with her fireworks, it was an accident, she swears!
Professor Logan had laughed, and told her to get it in by tomorrow, and he’d forget this happened.
Class was canceled the next day. And the day after, and the day after.
A week after the last time they talked, Professor Xavier gave an announcement that Professor Logan had died. The school was shocked- Logan was old, they knew, older than the Professor, older than anyone they knew. No one that Jubilee knew was aware of his actual age, but everyone knew that the man was probably almost 200 years old.
But he didn’t look it, he looked young, and to hear that he died…the school changed.
They weren’t told about the how and the why, no details of Logan’s death were spread.
Jubilee had no clue- until she was 19, and was introduced to Laura.
Jubilee, when they met, thought she was cool. Laura was composed, but not like, in a dweeby way, in a ‘I’m a badass and knows it’ way. And then she saw Laura spar with Professor Summers, and Jubilee thought she was awesome.
Laura tells Jubilee her story almost uninterested, as if it was just something that happened to anyone, seeing your dad die and getting kidnapped out the world and remeeting a different version of your dad and all.
So, now Jubilee knows why Logan died, and, although she feels bad about it, she is thankful, looking at Laura, that he died for her; that she survived.
They became friends easily, and Jubilee loves her. Both platonically and romantically, although right now, six months into knowing her, Jubilee would rather do anything than tell Laura that. It’s fine, though. Being Laura’s friend is one of the best things in her life.
“Do you want to come to my birthday party?” Laura asks Jubilee as Jubilee tries to help Laura with her English homework. Laura never went to school, and so is taking classes at the mansion, long after those their age. Jubilee tries to make Laura not worry about it.
“Your birthday party?” Jubilee repeats. A birthday party is such a, well, normal , thing. It’s almost absurd to think of Laura having one.
“Yes,” Laura confirms, not looking up from her homework. “My parents are throwing it.”
“Huh?” Jubilee questions, unintelligibly. “Not to be, you know, mean or anything, Laura, but since when-”
“Logan and his boyfriend are throwing it, if you want me to be more or less accurate.” Laura interrupts. She rolls her eyes at Jubilee, as if Jubilee was being silly. Jubilee feels her stomach flutter, like she’s a kid again. “It’s next friday. Ellie and Yukio are coming- they’re friends with Wade.”
“Wade’s the boyfriend?” Jubilee asks. Laura hums in confirmation. “Yeah, I’ll come. Of course.”
Laura’s 18th birthday party is in a tiny Brooklyn apartment, the guests being Yukio and Negasonic, an old lady who lives there, an alternative universe Logan, and his live-in boyfriend, Wade.
It’s Wade who opens the door for them. The man is wearing jeans and an ugly hawaiian shirt, an unzipped hoodie hiding most of the pattern. He also was horribly scarred, his head and neck, as well as his hands, showing the same deep scar tissue, resulting in no hair, not even eyelashes. His smile is huge, and his eyes are soft, and Jubilee feels herself smiling.
“Happy Birthday!” He shouts, purposefully but gently putting a hand on Laura’s arm, leading her into the apartment. “Fair warning, I bought you a cake and then Mary ate it, and instead of going out and buying another, your dad decided he should make a cake instead? He won’t let me try it so if everyone but us three die it's not my fault.”
“I can fucking bake, you asshole!” A familiar voice from inside calls out. Logan .
Laura sighs, fondly. “Wade, this is Jubilee. If you scare her off I’ll stab you.”
“You’re so much like your father.” Wade sighs adoringly. “Pinky promise I’ll be on my bestest behavior.” He turns to Jubilee, waving a hand. “Nice to meet you! So glad Laura has vaguely age-appropriate friends now.”
“Your best friend is almost 80.” Laura snarks before Jubilee can respond.
“Excuse you, my best friend is over 200.” Wade scoffs.
Jubilee laughs. She tries to cover it with her hand, but both Laura and Wade notice. Laura sighs, as if something she dreaded happening was happening.
“Oh, I like you.” Wade says, smiling bigger. “BTW, Logan is gonna avoid you like the plague, don’t take it personal, my boy’s got trauma and we haven't unpacked it all yet. We’re getting nonlinear with this bitch. Anywhoooo. Let’s celebrate!”
So Jubilee met Wade, and this new version of Logan. Wade was right, Logan didn’t even look at her, which kinda hurt, but Jubilee gets it. She doesn’t know what vague trauma Wade was talking about, but trauma is trauma. There had to be a reason he was living in this universe and not his own. She’s been over once or twice since, gotten the same awkward coldness from Logan, and the same relaxed warmth from Wade. She liked them, Laura’s self-proclaimed parents.
Somehow, two months into meeting them, no one has ever mentioned what Wade does for a living.
Jubilee sits with Laura in the kitchen, the two of them sharing a coffee flavored ice cream. Laura is supposed to go over to her parents’ for dinner tonight, but Jubilee has been trying to show her desserts that don’t offend her anti sweet tooth sensibilities. The TV, on low volume in the corner, suddenly has Breaking News on the screen, catching both their attention.
“Catastrophe at a local fishing warehouse,” The newscaster starts. For some reason, Laura groans, rubbing her forehead. Jubilee turns to her, confused, even more so when she takes out her cell phone and places it on the table in front of them. “...local police at the scene call it ‘the worst thing they’ve ever seen.’ With the amount of body parts and bloodstains, it is unknown how many fatalities there are.” A helicopter’s view of an oceanside warehouse is shown, and even with the height, Jubilee could see that there was a lot of blood. “The only hint to the cause of all this violence are witnesses who claim to see an all too familiar suit of red and black.”
“Deadpool?” Jubilee muses. He was an up and coming nuisance to some of the older X-Men when she first came to New York, but she hadn’t heard about him a lot the past few years. He’s been more or less a constant this year, though.
“Maldito hijo de culero.” Laura growls. “He knows that I’m-” Laura cuts herself off when her phone rings. She picks it up on the first ring, puts it on speaker, and snarls out, “ Wade .”
“I’m sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Wade replies frantically. “Really! Truly! Honest!”
Jubilee is so confused.
“You said you’d do it tomorrow-”
“I was gonna! Swear!”
“Logan is going to be weird tonight-”
“Oh, trust me, Mini, he already is-”
“And then he’s going to feel guilty-
“Listen, I wasn’t planning on it. We were scoping! Being responsible!”
“What happened then?”
Jubilee, almost horrified, thinks she knows what they’re talking about.
A pause on Wade’s end. “I’ll tell you when you're older.”
Laura makes an outraged sound of disgust. “Gross!
”Oh, come on. You’re a big girl, you’re telling me that when you’re with-”
“ Cállate !” Laura hisses. Her face turns red and she avoids Jubilee’s eyes, who’s back to feeling confused. “Shut up right fucking now, you cunt.”
“Sorry,” Wade sounds sheepish. “Really, Mini, I am. And listen, you can still come over, I’ll make sure your dad is semi-social.”
“No, it’s fine, I’d just make it worse.”
“You know that’s not true.” Wade argues. “C’mon. You’re the smart one out of us three, aren’t you?”
“Well, it’s certainly not you two.”
“That’s my mini wolvie!” Wade cheers. In the background, there's a new voice, and a jostling sound. “Logan’ll call you tomorrow morning, and we’ll go get lunch, okay? Anything you want.”
“Okay.” Laura agrees with a sigh. “Goodnight, Wade.”
“Night, Mini.”
Laura hands up the phone, and goes back to eating the ice cream.
“Um, hey girl? Want to explain that?” Jubilee tries, pointing at Laura’s phone with her spoon.
“Logan gets weird after he does a job with Wade.” Laura tells her, which, okay, cool. Confirmation on what Jubilee was thinking. It’s crazy, but also kind of makes sense; Laura is the genetically altered daughter of the late Wolverine, currently being parented by his living alternative universe double. Why wouldn’t her step-dad also be something wild, like an unkillable merc? Of course. “We can’t figure out why. He just…gets lost in his head afterwards.”
“Is it because of the killing?” Jubilee asks. “Like, is Logan against the whole…guns for hire thing?”
“No.” Laura answers with a fond smile. “It’s definitely not that.”
God. Laura’s family was strange.
“Okay, wait, that really sucks for him, it does, but not what I meant. Why didn’t you tell me Wade was Deadpool!”
Laura blinks at her. “I thought it was obvious.”
“HOW!”
Jean
Jean Grey has to actively try to read Laura’s mind; the young woman has a natural repellent towards psychics, something that Logan had as well, a side effect of their healing factor, but there is something else, as well. Nothing like training, but similar enough, a cultivation that she must have had sometime in her life.
While Jean doesn’t try to get into the habit of reading people’s minds without permission, Laura is hard to read, even more so than Logan. Laura’s eyes are old, and harsh. Her words bite, and she doesn’t seem to understand that the casual violence she talks about can scare the younger students. She can be, if not nice, considerate, though only to a few people. Jean is not one of them.
“She’s a lot like Logan.” Scott had said when Jean had tried to bring it up to him. He’s right, Laura is so much like her late father that it hurts, but Jean was able to read Logan. Jean was one of the people Logan was able to be kind to. Jean didn’t know what to make of Laura when she first met the girl, and now, months later, she still doesn’t. She doesn’t know why Laura is like this, doesn’t know why she seems so skitter and bares her teeth when with Jean. She wants to read her mind, a quick skim, but she can’t without her noticing. It leaves Jean feeling confused, a step taken out from under her.
Jean is sitting in her office as she mulls this over, trying to figure out what to do, when she hears from from the ground floor a loud, “Helllooooooo! Marvel Jesus here!”
Deadpool .
He technically was allowed in the mansion, as long as he had supervision, but the issue with that is that as soon as anyone realizes he’s here, they all try to get out of sight, no one wanting to be saddled with the man- except Piotr, Ellie, and Yukio, who for some reason seem fond of the mercenary. Jean doesn’t get it. She tried to skim Deadpool’s mind, once, trying to get a hint on why anyone would be interested in being around him, but quickly left his brain. It was horrible, something pulling at her feet like slime, slowing her down. It felt, almost, like his brain was dying. She never tried to get in his mind again.
“Hello?” Deadpool calls out again. “Anyone home? C’mon, studios aren’t this cheap!”
Someone please get him, Jean thinks, knowing it will be fruitless. The only people who were willing to get him were not here, gone on a mission out of state. With a groan, Jean gets up, having to take the responsibility that being an X-Men apparently means: babysitting Deadpool.
“Baby badger!” Deadpool says, still loudly, although less like he’s trying to put on a show for someone. “Just the girl I wanted to see!”
Jean quickly walks out of her office, nervous to see who Deadpool had snagged. She gets to the stairs that overlook the front door, when she sees it’s Laura.
Her back is to Jean, but Jean can still see Laura standing in front of Deadpool, her arms crossed. Deadpool has his hand raised, clearly waiting for a high five, Laura’s head tilted to the side as if thinking something.
Shit, Jean thinks. Laura would find it acceptable behavior to slice Deadpool when he annoyed her, if he hasn’t already, and Jean does not want to clean the man’s blood off the floors.
Laura raises her hand, and instead of her claws coming out like Jean expects, Laura…high fives Deadpool.
What.
Deadpool laughs obnoxiously at the high five, sounding pleased with himself. “Fuck yeah!” he cheers. “Your dad won’t even high five me, you know that? Just ‘snikt!’ ” Deadpool holds up his pointer, middle, and ring finger, pretending to jab them into something. “Right through my hand.”
Jean almost jumps at the mention of Logan. He hasn’t come to see them, any of them, this new and different version of their friend. Hasn’t said a word to her, or Charles, or Scott, or Storm. None of them. The only reason any of them know he’s here and alive is because Laura, casually, brings him up in daily conversations, goes to visit him.
It’s strange. It’s horrible.
It’s even more horrible as evidently, Deadpool is in contact with Logan, whether willingly or not on Logan's side.
“Why do you keep trying to get him to high five you.” Jean hears Laura sigh.
“Because, hija pródiga ,” Deadpool sings, putting an arm around Laura’s shoulders, spinning her around so they were both facing the same way. Jean is shocked to see that Laura was smiling. “One of these days? He’s going to. It might be 100 years from now, but I’m tenacious like that. It’s one of the things that’s adorable about me, and he loves it.”
“We’ll throw a party.” Laura snarks, the smile still on her face. The two of them begin walking deeper into the mansion, and although Laura technically fits the bill of Deadpool babysitter right now, Jean has a feeling that Laura wouldn't stop Deadpool from…well, being Deadpool. “Just let me make sure my calendar is set for 2125.”
Jean clears her throat, getting their attention.
Deadpool and Laura look up, Laura’s smile dropping, going back to the blank look she always gives Jean.
“Hey, girl!” Deadpool waves, wiggling his fingers at Jean.
“Negasonic, Colossus, and Yukio aren’t here.” Jean tells him, hoping that would get him to leave.
“Yeah, I know, the nerds are out to play. Needed to talk to Mini-Wolvie ‘bout something.”
“The students aren’t going to be-”
‘Yeah, gonna stop you there.” Deadpool interrupts, waving Jean away. “Love naughty teacher as much as the next guy, buuuttttt I’m kinda on a schedule. Super tight. Wink. ”
God, Jean hates this man.
Laura rolls her eyes, even as she leans more into Deadpool’s side. “I finished all my homework for the week, let’s go get pizza.” She tells Deadpool.
“Oooooh, yeah, heard our place now has seaweed as an option, let’s go.”
“Laura,” Jean says, voice terse. She keeps her eyes on Deadpool. “Are you sure you want to go with this man?”
“Yes.” Laura looks at her with the blank stare.
“Don’t you know who he is? ” Jean tries again. Obviously Deadpool and Laura seem to know each other, but Laura got reintroduced to this universe fairly recently, and Deadpool has only been active again for…around the time Laura reappeared, actually. Still, Laura probably doesn’t understand who he is.
“I think you don’t.” Laura snaps at Jean, baring her teeth.
Jean deflates. She doesn’t understand why Laura hates her, she really doesn’t.
“Oh-kay, getting a lot of bad energy here. Do me and Logan need to pull you into a family meeting?” Deadpool asks Laura, the girl not breaking her glare on Jean. “Watch out, I’ll cry, and it’ll be ugly.”
Another mention of Logan.
“Don’t bother.” Laura mutters to Deadpool. “Tell Dopinder where we’re going, I’ll be right out.”
Deadpool hesitates, looking the most careful Jean has ever seen him. “Okay, Mini, you do you.” He lets go of Laura’s shoulder, and places a hand on Laura’s head. The touch is surprisingly gentle, something that Jean would call, if it wasn’t for the man himself, paternal. Fatherly. Deadpool drops his hand and starts skipping back out the front door.
“You don’t know me.” Laura tells Jean firmly once Deadpool is out of sight. “Just because Logan is my father, don’t think you can have a say in what I am. I’m different. The Logan in my life now is different.”
“I just want you to be safe, Laura.” Jean tries. Logan died to keep Laura safe. The least Jean could do for her friend was continue.
“I can protect myself,” Laura growls. “I’m not a little kid. And if you are so concerned about my safety, don’t worry, I’m safe with him.”
“With Deadpool?” Jean questions, derision clear in her voice. Laura might be the daughter of Wolverine, but Deadpool was the one who was more like an animal to Jean.
“Yes.” Laura says again. “I’m his kid, of course I would be safe.”
“His-?” Jean stops herself. The casual way Deadpool mentions Logan, the comfortable and familiar way Laura interacts with him, hija, the way the two of them talked about 100 years in the future, Laura saying that the alternative Logan was different. Could-? No. No way.
“I am not an X-Men.” Laura aggressively states. “I am not your lost child. I’m not a fucking shadow of a man we lost. I am the daughter of two Logans, and the daughter of Deadpool. I’m Laura. That’s it. Fuck off.”
Laura heads to the front door, leaving Jean staring at her with her mouth open. Laura pauses halfway out of the doorway, hand on the open door. Without turning, as if an afterthought, although Jean has a feeling it was the start of it all, Laura says, “I don’t want you to try to get in my head. I’ve had enough people try to do that.“
Scott
Scott Summers did not normally take trainees. As the field leader to the X-Men, he simply felt like he was too busy for the huge order it was to properly train a student one-on-one, the way a trainee needed.
Laura was the exception. Scott knows he took her on in a sense of guilt- Logan left, alone, and Scott didn’t think about him needing backup, he was always fine alone, why would this be any different? He trusted Logan and Logan trusted him and Scott failed. He failed Logan, the team, and now their friend is dead- as well as that even if Laura becomes the best X-Men she possibly can, it won't relieve the guilt.
He feels guilty about her, too.
Logan went to get her, and when he didn’t come back, they got concerned. They took too long to find his grave, a child’s comic book at the head, pages ripped and dirtied by the elements.
They dug him up, all of them sure that he was alive, that he was trapped- and then they saw his body, already decaying.
Logan was dead. Really, truly dead.
And his daughter was missing.
They reburied him in that spot, in honor of the daughter they were sure did it herself, and went looking for her.
And they never found her.
Laura, when she came to the mansion, was older than she should have been. She was 18 instead of 15, and she told them all about what happened.
Logan, dying to protect her. Her mourning, and burying him, and then trying to find her way to New York by herself. About an organization outside time and space who kidnapped her and dropped her in a void between universes to stop her from one day trying to save the world. How time worked differently there, how she spent seven years there, fighting to survive, until another version of Logan came and escaped, saving not only their universe but every single one. How he got her out of that void. How he’s alive and here, in New York, with Wade.
(And that’s something that Scott will kick himself in the future about, not asking who Wade was. Laura, when she talked about this new version of her father, always mentioned Wade, only ever calling him that, and it won’t be until it's too late for Scott to realize who Wade is, to both Logan and Laura.)
So Scott has Laura stay in the X-Mansion, and has her take classes. He told her that Logan is more than welcome to stay too, to visit, but she shook her head at him, a sad expression on her face. “He won’t.” She said, and Scott understood there was more to her story that she won’t tell him. It’s Logan’s side, he understands, and this is not their Logan. Scott has no right to ask. He barely felt like he had the right to ask this world’s Logan.
Laura doesn’t join the X-Men, not at first. It’s almost over a year before she officially joins the team, when Scott officially takes her under his wing.
Laura fights like Logan did, wild and growling, although she takes direction much better, and generally kills much less. Scott thinks that Logan would be proud, before he remembers the Logan that is still alive, and thinks that he probably is.
One night, nearly a year and a half since Laura came to the mansion, when the younger kids are asleep but the older ones are still awake, Scott finds Laura in the Danger Room, looking like a city destroyed by fire, fighting Deadpool.
Deadpool uses his katana to swipe at Laura’s feet, blocking the claw coming at him. Laura jumps over it and slashes at the man’s face in retaliation. Deadpool pulls back, dropping to the ground and sliding so he’s behind Laura. He manages to kick her in the back, sending her on the ground, growling.
“That’s all you got?” Deadpool mocks, leaping back to his feet and swinging at Laura again.
Now, Scott did not hate Deadpool, no matter what Colossus says. Yes, anytime he sees Deadpool on the news Scott automatically gets a headache. Yes, he reprimanded Colossus when he found out that he had been trying to recruit Deadpool for the X-Men, telling him that it was not possible. And, yes, okay, he thinks Deadpool is the closest you can get to a horrible, irredeemable person without being a villain. But, he believes that the man wants to be a hero, just has no morals and sense to do so.
Scott doesn’t hate him.
The man was attacking his student, though.
Scott shouts, “Hey!” His hand going to his visor, gaze on Deadpool. Before he can press the button on it though, the two of them just… stop. Deadpool non fatally lowers his katana, blade pointed to the ground, and Laura sheathes her claws. The two of them calmly turn to Scott, Laura’s brow raised in such a Logan manner that it hurts.
“Simulation, stop.” Laura says, and soon they were in a normal room, the previous ruined city fading away.
“What are you doing here, Deadpool?” Scott demands. “How did you get down here?”
“I let him in.” Laura answers, easily taking the hand that Deadpool gives her, helping her to her feet.
“ Why? ” Scotts asks, distraught. Laura was a smart girl, and one who didn’t seem to trust well. Why would she let Deadpool into the school? Why were they fighting?
“What, a man can hang out with his kid?” Deadpool asks, finally sheathing his katana. “Unpack your trauma before you turn to us, Captain o’ captain.”
Scott feels his fingers twitch. He could still send his lasers to the man. “You’re not her father.”
Laura briefly scowls, and somehow, even with the full face mask, Scott can tell that Deadpool is rolling his eyes. “Seesh, someone tell this guy about the found family trope, why don’t you?” Deadpool puts his arm around Laura’s shoulders, the girl letting him, and Scott is now very concerned and confused on how Laura knows Deadpool. “Mini, can you please tell Professor Boring that I’m chill?”
Laura snorts, and turns to Scott. “He’s my step-father.” She explains, as if that explains anything.
“Your…step-father?” Scott repeats slowly. He understands what she’s saying, but the words don’t make sense to him. “How-?”
“Well, you see,” Deadpool interrupts gleefully. “When a Wolverine and a Deadpool love each other very much-”
“ Logan? ” Scott hears his voice go up a pitch. Deadpool was around for almost four years before Logan died, and his teammate only ever said one thing in reference to the merc: “Sounds like a dumbass.”
The thought that there was a version of Logan assumedly married, or at the very least together, with Deadpool…Scott’s head was spinning.
“I think Scotty is homophobic.” Deadpool mock whispers into Laura’s ear. She laughs. What is happening? Scott thinks hysterically.
“Why were you fighting?” Scott tries to keep his voice level. He is trying to understand. He feels like he’s going crazy.
“We were training.” Laura tells him.
“You have training tomorrow morning.” Scott replies. Laura is a hard worker, yes, but not the one to work through the night when she has the same thing in the morning.
“I can’t train with you like I can with Wade. I don’t have to worry about holding back with him.”
And here Scott remembers Laura mentioning Wade, the man who lives with Logan, the man who Laura mentions when she tells him about her day with her dad, the man who apparently was Deadpool , and also her step-dad as he was romantically involved with Logan.
This, more than anything else Laura has told Scott about this new Logan, was a reminder on just how different the two versions of him are.
“Right,” Scott agrees faintly. He needs to sit down. “Please…leave.” Scott says to Deadpool. Laura frowns, and Scott wants to explain himself, but this is the most insane thing he thinks he’s ever heard.
“Fine.” Deadpool sighs, put out, letting go of Laura. “I know when I’m not wanted. I better, it happens a lot.” He pulls up his mask just enough so his lips- heavily scarred, Scott notices- are free, and plants a loud kiss to the crown of Laura’s head with a “Mwah!”
Laura lets him. She smiles.
“See you later, Mini!” Deadpool calls to her as he leaves, tucking the mask back in his suit. “Fuck ‘em up tomorrow!”
“Bye, Wade.” Laura calls back, before turning to Scott. She frowns again. “That was rude of y-”
“Laura, what the fuck .”
All of the X-Mansion
Everyone at the mansion knows that Logan had a daughter who he died trying to protect, and that she is Laura.
Everyone also knows that Deadpool- Wade Wilson- just got married to the alternative universe version of their Wolverine. It’s hard not to, the two men overtaking the mansion’s yard tonight.
Everyone therefore knows that Deadpool is Laura’s stepfather. Technically. Even if those who haven’t seen them together can’t conceptualize it.
It’s easy to see it now, though. Some of those who live at the X-Mansion, students and teachers alike, look out the many windows to the small party below.
Laura and Deadpool- Wade - dance around foolishly, the man clearly being more over dramatic than even usual. Laura laughs, face bright, as he spins her around. He lets go, and Laura still spins, right into Logan. The man, of course, doesn’t stumble. He catches her easily, kisses the top of her head, points a finger at Wade, and then spins her back to him.
Deadpool says something, making Laura and Logan shake their heads, laughing.
Anyone could see the three of them look happy. Not normal, maybe- not with the way the three of them are, not with the way anyone at the mansion is- but happy.