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apocalypsosI just really wanted to get at least one part of this out there before I left for work. It's not going to be too long, but it is going on longer than I thought it would. Anyway, here's part one ...
Title: 'Cause Islands Are a Girl's Best Friend
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Pirates/X-Men.
Pairing: Jubilee/Elizabeth Swann, written for Round Six of The Pairing List That Ate Fandom
Summary: Let's just say that Elizabeth had ended up on that island with someone else. And then let's say there was femslash.
Disclaimer: "Dear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trollprincess's teacher, please excuse her from gym class, as she has borrowed my characters, mythology and universe for her own storytelling purposes. And also, because today is volleyball day and she's universally acknowledged to be absolute crap at it. Love and other indoor sports, the real owners of said characters."
'Cause Islands Are a Girl's Best Friend
Part One
It's pretty much a given that at some point in your time with the X-Men, you will trip, jump, or get knocked into an interdimensional portal. Hey, happens to the best of 'em ... there you are, casually fighting three armed guards and an incredibly pissed-off laser-carting robot, and somebody suddenly whacks you in the back with their elbow and you go careening into the nearest dimensional fissure. Usually, it's not such a klutzy exit, but if there's one thing Jubilee had perfected, it was the comedic dismount.
And, hey, it's not like she's never been prepared for the eventuality of temporal and/or dimensional displacement. That's why there were Twinkies.
"Ha! Score!" Jubilee beamed as she dug through the pockets of her flowing yellow raincoat and removed Whatchamacallit after Milky Way after crumpled bag of Tostitos. She'd had more than enough questions about her questionable fashion sense when it came to her favorite coat, but the truth of it was that there was only so long you could follow the world's most optically challenged Boy Scout before that crappy 'Be Prepared' mantra started to make a sort of dumb sense. So if Jubilee went into every battle wearing a coat loaded with enough junk food to open her own bootleg 7-11 (not to mention a Swiss Army knife, a cell phone, emergency credit cards, etc. -- hell, she wasn't entirely stupid), it was all Scott's fault. Oh, yeah.
Cozying up on the beach of the small island with her coat spread out under her, Jubilee chomped on an Almond Joy and chewed happily as she waited for the guys to come rescue her. Normally, she'd be more peeved and infinitely more impatient regarding any sort of rescue, and the fact that she hadn't started looking for a way off this 'berg already would surprise the hell out of the rest of the gang. But hell, it was either this calm, empty island in what she guessed was the sunny Caribbean, or back into the fray. And the fray didn't have candy bars going for it.
Humming the tune to "Kokomo," Jubilee grinned from ear to ear and settled back on the beach as she soaked up the sun. Too bad she hadn't brought her bikini with her to the battle. On second thought, too bad she actually hadn't worn the damn thing into battle. Talk about your elements of surprise. Granted, her elements weren't big, but hey, if that robot had shown up in her little red bikini, she sure as hell would have been surprised.
"Huh," she said to herself, glancing around the beach. "Wonder where the guys are. Probably made a wrong turn at the temporal rift in Albuquerque or something." Not like they did quite as much rushing to her rescue as they did when she was still technically a kid, but still ...
Hey ... was that a ship? Or was the sun and candy getting to her?
Jubilee sat bolt upright and squinted as a large ship with black sails started to move away from the island. Heck, she hadn't even noticed it until now. Of course, she'd been pigging out on snack food and imagining robots in skimpy swimwear, so she supposed she was entitled to be a bit distracted. Admittedly, by mindless crap, but whatever.
And that's when she noticed the girl.
The girl staggered to the shore, her long-sleeved once-white dress clinging to her body and her long golden brown hair hanging limply nearly to her waist. Dollars to donuts said she'd been knocked off that ship the same way Jubilee had been whacked through that portal, albeit a bit more intentionally, Jubes would bet. Jubilee narrowed her eyes as the girl scowled at the departing ship, sighing in disgust and rolling her eyes.
"Hey," Jubilee called out.
The girl spun toward her, her startled brown eyes going wide as Jubilee pointed to the ship, gave her a look, and said, "No ticket, huh?"
"Beg pardon?"
"Uh, sorry. Bad Kevin Smith joke." Jubilee flashed her a smile, then gave the girl's soaking-wet attire a once-over. "Hey, aren't you a little overdressed for the Club Med area?"
The girl's dark eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms and stared right back at Jubilee, who couldn't help but think about how Drake would be behaving right about now. Whoever she was, the girl was drop-dead gorgeous, with flawless skin and a body to die for. Jubilee's boredom-addled brain couldn't come up with any possible scenario where it was Drake and not her on this island with the unknown and soggy girl that didn't end with Drake yammering like an idiot and melting into a puddle. "Forgive me," the girl said, her soft British accent drifting over Jubilee like a cool breeze, "but I was informed this island was abandoned."
"It was. I'm borrowing it."
"I see." The girl quickly scanned the small spit of land, which Jubilee could have told her was useless. No buildings, no people ... heck, there wasn't even a volleyball your average stranded X-Man could turn into a witty conversationalist. "You're not going to try and escape this godforsaken place?"
Jubilee shook her head and said, "Nah, not really. I mean, I don't have any gigantic margaritas to tide me over, but I've got sun, and junk food, and look, now I've got a volleyball partner. Really, what else do I need?" The girl eyed her curiously, as if she were an alien speaking in advanced Pig Latin., and Jubilee frowned. "Aside from a volleyball. And maybe your name."
"Elizabeth Swann," the girl said, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
She moved a bit closer, and before she could walk past, Jubilee reached out and shook her hand, catching the girl entirely off-guard. "Jubilation Lee. You don't have a deck of cards stuffed down your dress, do you?"
Title: 'Cause Islands Are a Girl's Best Friend
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Pirates/X-Men.
Pairing: Jubilee/Elizabeth Swann, written for Round Six of The Pairing List That Ate Fandom
Summary: Let's just say that Elizabeth had ended up on that island with someone else. And then let's say there was femslash.
Disclaimer: "Dear
trollprincess's teacher, please excuse her from gym class, as she has borrowed my characters, mythology and universe for her own storytelling purposes. And also, because today is volleyball day and she's universally acknowledged to be absolute crap at it. Love and other indoor sports, the real owners of said characters." Part One
It's pretty much a given that at some point in your time with the X-Men, you will trip, jump, or get knocked into an interdimensional portal. Hey, happens to the best of 'em ... there you are, casually fighting three armed guards and an incredibly pissed-off laser-carting robot, and somebody suddenly whacks you in the back with their elbow and you go careening into the nearest dimensional fissure. Usually, it's not such a klutzy exit, but if there's one thing Jubilee had perfected, it was the comedic dismount.
And, hey, it's not like she's never been prepared for the eventuality of temporal and/or dimensional displacement. That's why there were Twinkies.
"Ha! Score!" Jubilee beamed as she dug through the pockets of her flowing yellow raincoat and removed Whatchamacallit after Milky Way after crumpled bag of Tostitos. She'd had more than enough questions about her questionable fashion sense when it came to her favorite coat, but the truth of it was that there was only so long you could follow the world's most optically challenged Boy Scout before that crappy 'Be Prepared' mantra started to make a sort of dumb sense. So if Jubilee went into every battle wearing a coat loaded with enough junk food to open her own bootleg 7-11 (not to mention a Swiss Army knife, a cell phone, emergency credit cards, etc. -- hell, she wasn't entirely stupid), it was all Scott's fault. Oh, yeah.
Cozying up on the beach of the small island with her coat spread out under her, Jubilee chomped on an Almond Joy and chewed happily as she waited for the guys to come rescue her. Normally, she'd be more peeved and infinitely more impatient regarding any sort of rescue, and the fact that she hadn't started looking for a way off this 'berg already would surprise the hell out of the rest of the gang. But hell, it was either this calm, empty island in what she guessed was the sunny Caribbean, or back into the fray. And the fray didn't have candy bars going for it.
Humming the tune to "Kokomo," Jubilee grinned from ear to ear and settled back on the beach as she soaked up the sun. Too bad she hadn't brought her bikini with her to the battle. On second thought, too bad she actually hadn't worn the damn thing into battle. Talk about your elements of surprise. Granted, her elements weren't big, but hey, if that robot had shown up in her little red bikini, she sure as hell would have been surprised.
"Huh," she said to herself, glancing around the beach. "Wonder where the guys are. Probably made a wrong turn at the temporal rift in Albuquerque or something." Not like they did quite as much rushing to her rescue as they did when she was still technically a kid, but still ...
Hey ... was that a ship? Or was the sun and candy getting to her?
Jubilee sat bolt upright and squinted as a large ship with black sails started to move away from the island. Heck, she hadn't even noticed it until now. Of course, she'd been pigging out on snack food and imagining robots in skimpy swimwear, so she supposed she was entitled to be a bit distracted. Admittedly, by mindless crap, but whatever.
And that's when she noticed the girl.
The girl staggered to the shore, her long-sleeved once-white dress clinging to her body and her long golden brown hair hanging limply nearly to her waist. Dollars to donuts said she'd been knocked off that ship the same way Jubilee had been whacked through that portal, albeit a bit more intentionally, Jubes would bet. Jubilee narrowed her eyes as the girl scowled at the departing ship, sighing in disgust and rolling her eyes.
"Hey," Jubilee called out.
The girl spun toward her, her startled brown eyes going wide as Jubilee pointed to the ship, gave her a look, and said, "No ticket, huh?"
"Beg pardon?"
"Uh, sorry. Bad Kevin Smith joke." Jubilee flashed her a smile, then gave the girl's soaking-wet attire a once-over. "Hey, aren't you a little overdressed for the Club Med area?"
The girl's dark eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms and stared right back at Jubilee, who couldn't help but think about how Drake would be behaving right about now. Whoever she was, the girl was drop-dead gorgeous, with flawless skin and a body to die for. Jubilee's boredom-addled brain couldn't come up with any possible scenario where it was Drake and not her on this island with the unknown and soggy girl that didn't end with Drake yammering like an idiot and melting into a puddle. "Forgive me," the girl said, her soft British accent drifting over Jubilee like a cool breeze, "but I was informed this island was abandoned."
"It was. I'm borrowing it."
"I see." The girl quickly scanned the small spit of land, which Jubilee could have told her was useless. No buildings, no people ... heck, there wasn't even a volleyball your average stranded X-Man could turn into a witty conversationalist. "You're not going to try and escape this godforsaken place?"
Jubilee shook her head and said, "Nah, not really. I mean, I don't have any gigantic margaritas to tide me over, but I've got sun, and junk food, and look, now I've got a volleyball partner. Really, what else do I need?" The girl eyed her curiously, as if she were an alien speaking in advanced Pig Latin., and Jubilee frowned. "Aside from a volleyball. And maybe your name."
"Elizabeth Swann," the girl said, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
She moved a bit closer, and before she could walk past, Jubilee reached out and shook her hand, catching the girl entirely off-guard. "Jubilation Lee. You don't have a deck of cards stuffed down your dress, do you?"
