Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except possibly the anonymous SHIELD agent. The song 'Tragedy' belongs to Christina Perri.
If you could envision
The meaning of a tragedy
"It's the weekend, JP, what could you possibly be busy with?" Jubilee made a face, "I know for a fact that you have absolutely no papers to grade."
Jean Paul finished buttoning up his coat and wrapped his scarf around his neck, "I'm going to see Bobby,"
Jubilee's face fell and she looked at him sternly, "Listen, Jean Paul, this isn't healthy for you. This is what, the eighth time this month? And it's only the 11th!"
"I'm getting health advice from a girl who ingests so much sugar it's a wonder how she is still so skinny!" Jean Paul scoffed.
"Nng," Jubilee stuck out her tongue at his back as she followed him out the door, "Though seriously, Jean Paul. I'm –I'm worried about you."
Jean Paul stopped and turned, raising an eyebrow.
The younger girl took a deep breath, "As much as I love Bobby –hell, he's like my brother –I don't think he… he won't love you back –no matter how much you visit him." Jubilee bit her lip as she finished.
After a moment, Jean Paul replied, "I realize that, Jubilee. Thank you for your concern."
You might be surprised to hear it's you and me
"Back again?" The S.H.I.E.L.D agent overseeing Bobby's room said as Jean Paul arrived.
"Oui," he forced a smile.
"You know the procedure," she said.
"Oui," he repeated quietly, placing his coat and scarf on a coat rack.
The agent typed in a code on the control panel where she sat and the door unlocked with a buzz.
When it comes down to it
You never made the most of it
"Back again?" Bobby said as Jean Paul closed the door.
"I had nothing else to do," he said, pulling a chair out of the corner of the room and dragging it over to where Bobby sat on his bed, legs crossed.
"How's Lorna?" Bobby said conversationally.
"Still fine. As I said last time."
"Seriously?" Bobby scowled.
Jean Paul didn't reply, "I think you may be a little obsessed with Polaris," he said instead.
"Yeah. You said so two visits ago. You're not losing your memory are you?" Bobby tilted his head and raised his eyebrow in a remarkable imitation of Jean Paul himself.
"I'm simply attempting to make it sink in," Jean Paul said dryly,
"Well I heard it the first three times, mother," Bobby retorted.
"Speaking of whom…" Jean Paul said, ignoring Bobby's icy tones, "Your parents are not aware of your situation, oui?"
"You can tell 'em," Bobby snorted, "They couldn't care less if I died." He glared at Jean Paul, "And you shouldn't care, either. Dunno why you do, honestly."
So I cry, cry cried but now I say goodbye
And I won't be made a fool of
Don't call this love
"Back again?" Bobby sneered as Jean Paul sat down across from him.
His eyes never left the magazine he was reading, "So. How's Lorna?"
"Still alive," Jean Paul said dryly.
Bobby frowned at the page he was reading.
"She's not just going to drop dead, Bobby," Jean Paul said.
"One can hope," Bobby muttered under his breath, turning the page.
After a few minutes, he threw the magazine aside, "So whadaya want now?" he said with agitation as he looked up at Jean Paul.
"Happy birthday,"
Bobby raised his eyebrows and then looked away, snorting, "Wow," he said, glancing back at Jean Paul, "You're pathetic. Why don't you go somewhere you're wanted?"
Jean Paul stood up, knocking his chair back, "Listen to me," He hissed, grabbing the front of Bobby's shirt, "Snap out of this. You have to let go of what Lorna did, Bobby. She is not worth it. Keeping this obsession of yours makes out that you think she is."
Bobby's eyes grew hard as he stared back at Jean Paul. He clenched his jaw ground his teeth together, "She'll be worth it 'till she's buried in Hell."
When did you decide I didn't have enough to buy
Forgive and forget you a thousand times
For the fire and the sleepless nights
"She's alone, Bobby!" Jean Paul said, dropping Bobby back onto the bed, "She doesn't have anyone! You had way more than she did and you threw it all away!"
"You're not really that much-" Bobby interjected snidely.
Jean Paul slapped him.
And I won't be made a fool of
Don't call this love
"I'm not just talking about myself, Bobby! You had friends, too! Friends who never even visit you more than twice a month now!" Jean Paul yelled. He turned on his heal and signaled the SHIELD agent at the door to open it.
Why did you feel the need to prove that everybody else was right?
No I won't fight
"Jean Paul, are you -?"
He whirled around, "non, I am not okay, Jubilee!" he snapped.
The whole hall was quiet.
Jean Paul glanced around to notice a good number of students as well as teachers who were frozen and staring at him with shocked expressions.
Ohhhh you're my Tragedy...
You're my Tragedy ooohh
This is a… ohhh no no no no no
Jean Paul slammed his door behind him and strode across the room. He sat down at his desk and stared at the frames lining the corner. Reaching out, he slammed the one of Bobby and himself face on the desktop and heard the glass crack.
Crying angrily, Jean Paul stood up and opened the window before taking off into the sky.
Jubilee knocked softly on Jean Paul's door, "JP? You in there?" she tried the doorknob after no one answered.
Stepping inside, Jubilee immediately knew that the Quebecois had flew away out the open window.
Sighing, she walked across the room to close it, throwing some fallen blankets back onto the bed as she went.
After securing the window, Jubilee looked around to see if anything else needed straightening up.
She went to the desk and looked through the papers on top of it. Nothing important.
Absently, she picked up a picture frame that had been knocked over and righted it.
It wasn't until she was about to leave that she noticed that the glass of the picture had been cracked.
Oddly, it ran right between Bobby and Jean Paul in the photo.
She sighed, "Oh guys," she murmured, "I'm so sorry,"
…Tragedy…
A/N: Well, this songfic series is over. I'll be making a sequel, but I'm dropping the whole songfic thing, because Lovestrong doesn't have anymore songs that match this plot line.