A/N: Well guys and girls, this is it. This is the final chapter in the Walking Backward in Heels, Reflections, and Failing to Remember series. (Yeah, it doesn't have a creative series name, so sue me.)

Thank you to ever reviewer, especially the ones who reviewed throughout the whole thing! You all are amazing and your comments mean more than you know. As relieved as I may be that this story is over, I had an amazing time writing it.

And for the last time, I do not own the X-men.

"Wait!"

With my ticket and carry-on in hand and with my luggage on it's way to the plane, I was ready to board. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it, I was forced to turn around and look at the approaching figure. It was Ange. He was out of breath when he finally reached me. He closed his eyes and leaned on a nearby chair for support.

"Jeez chica, you're a hard someone to catch!"

I dropped my carry-on bag on top of the chair next to where he was leaning, the sound of metal and plastic clanging filling the air around us. As I looked down at him, I tried my best to feel angry and look it too. But it was so hard to act angry when all I could do was hope that somewhere in that great big heart of Ange's was forgiveness.

I know, it sounds stupid, but even though I wasn't sorry, he still had to forgive me and not the other way around. Even though I hadn't done anything but yell and cry… I had to be forgiven for not loving him. I couldn't do anything about it, but ever since those six years past, he hadn't gotten over me. And a person, no matter what they say, has to forgive a person that refuses their love.

Lord, I hope that all made sense. But even more so, I had hoped he would be there to tell me it was okay. I shouldn't have had to wait and that's what had made me feel so angry. But I waited because I love him. In a different way than how he wanted me to love him, but love all the same. If he was here to tell me it was okay to be with Bobby… then everything could be good again; or… almost good.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I acted so stupid and stubborn and adolescent and and –"

"Ange."

"…and obsessed and stupid and…"

"Ange…"

"…and like a moron and like a stupid…"

"ANGE!"

He gave me a sheepish grin and locked eyes with me. "Yeah?"

"You said stupid already." He looked at me in disbelief, as if he didn't know I had forgiven him the minute he walked into my view. "I'm kidding. Ange, I love you like the brother I never had and you mean so much to me. Just, you… you have to forgive me."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't love you like you love me. No matter what you say… I know you still hold a grudge against me for it. You need to let that grudge go if I'm gonna stay at the X-mansion for good. More importantly, you need to let the grudge go for us to stay friends."

He looked down for a moment and it was like I could see the thoughts forming on his face. When he looked up, he didn't have to say a word. Just by looking at his face I knew what the answer was. Without warning, I reached forward and wrapped him into the tightest hug I could muster. And the only thing that made it even more perfect were the layers of skin he wrapped around me.

I was going home.

"Knock knock?"

I was at Bobby's door. It was the first thing I did after walking in from the car trip home. I didn't even drop off my luggage in my room. The minute I walked through the door, I dropped it right where I stood, threw Ange a smile and ran to Bobby's room. I just assumed he would be there.

You know what they say about assumptions? It applied here completely. Assuming makes an ass out of you and me (assume). I loved using it on other people and it never failed to make me laugh. Let's just say this was the first time I was not laughing.

He wasn't in his room. It kind of daunted me, but I didn't give up so easily. Please! He had to be in the X-mansion somewhere, and wherever he was… I was going to find him. I looked… I looked everywhere. When my search dwindled down to searching the library, I knew he couldn't be home. I mean, when would Bobby be in the library besides having to be there? But none of that was the point. Bobby could have been in the library reading Shakespeare for all I cared. As long as he had been where I could have found him. But he was nowhere and I felt like crying and punching something at the same time. (Wow, multitasking Jubilee. What has the world come to?)

Without overreacting, (I figured he'd be back later), I decided to relax a little. God knows I needed to relax and get a few things off of my mind. So I changed and when I got downstairs— well… relaxing didn't quite happen.

"Jubilee?"

"Bobby?" I nearly had a heart attack as I heard him call my name. He had been standing in the main foyer as I had been coming down the stairs. It appeared he had just gone out and had just walked back in, unaware of course that I was home.

I ran down the steps, almost as quickly as I had before with my luggage. At the end, I paused briefly before launching myself into his arms. I didn't ask any questions before doing so. Just me, Jubilee, without heed jumping into his arms. Except they weren't as wide opened as I had hoped.

He didn't return the hug.

I guess, I mean… he had looked happy enough standing in the foyer and everything. He had smiled sincerely enough and I swear he had laughed genuinely enough as I came barreling down the steps. But when I was in his arms, he didn't put his arms around me. He didn't return the hug. Backing away, I scanned his expression, searching for a possible answer. He looked away from my interrogating stare, focusing on the wooden floor. "What's going on, Bobby?"

Sharply looking up from the floor, he finally looked me in the eye. "It's Logan, Jubilee… he's – "

I cut him off. Sharply, I said, "I don't want to hear it." Anger was radiating through my body. Bobby hadn't even been happy to see me, or at least that's what I had assumed. (ASS U ME!) And it was all Logan's fault. My anger at Logan for him needing me seemed to morph my body from placid and happy to rough and mad.

"Jubilee, he needs you."

"And how many times did I need him? Even after he flung me across a bar and into a wall, he wasn't there. The relationship we had is over! He even said it himself." I started to walk away; through with anyone needing me but myself, but Bobby gently took my arm.

"Not everyone knows what's best for themselves. I mean, look at you and that scum bag Jimmy Winters!"

Swifter than the crack of lightning during a thunderstorm, I slapped Bobby across the face. He sucked in his breath, his hand automatically going to his cheek. Abruptly, he let go of my arm. "You know nothing about my relationship with Jimmy or Logan! So just let me be."

"I'm not going to let you be," he said softly. "Because I love you too much. And even if you deny it, Logan does and always will love you too."

Silence followed. I looked at him, staring at the face I had only memorized with my hands a short while ago and my anger slowly began to die away. I wasn't going to admit or show the disappearance of my anger, though. I sighed and unconsciously lightened my stern face. I turned to walk away and as my back turned, I softly asked the question: "Where is he?"

His eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious to the human eye that he hadn't slept for days, maybe longer. He had stopped shaving, everyday stubble inevitably grown out to a misshapen and unfamiliar beard. His thick and unruly hair was grown too and looked quite shaggy to me. Let's just say it wasn't as much of a pretty picture as the old one.

"Go away," he had croaked out as soon as I closed the door. "No one's here."

"That's not how I see it," I whispered, edging closer to his slumped figure. Sitting down, as close as I thought might be okay, I faced him. He looked at me, but I could tell he really didn't see me. He looked blank, as if he were in an unbreakable daze.

But, as life has frequently taught me, nothing is unbreakable. A woman I knew, who seemed as unbreakable as the Titanic had once appeared, had broken once, twice, maybe three times. But she was born time after time, seeming to blaze with fire and strength every time she rose. Another person I knew, often called One Eye, taught me that while no enemy could break him, losing his wife could. Another man, the man made of steel, avoided bullets and anything that could harm him physically just by barely moving at all. But that man was still fragile, unprotected and breakable when it came to a little girl. And another woman I knew, the Weather Witch of my time who was as beautiful as freshly fallen snow in a wide open field; was still powerless when tiny spaces of confinement threatened to overtake her.

Disregarding people for a moment, even everlasting ties that are supposed to bind and bind forever and ever are completely breakable. Ask any divorcee or anyone who has had someone cheat on them, (me!).

My point is, even though Logan's giant block on the whole world, (more-so a block of me), seemed impenetrable, everlasting and unbreakable, it couldn't be. Nothing, no matter how strong it or they seemed to appear, was still unbreakable.

I just sat with him the first time I visited. I didn't say a thing. There was a possibility he hadn't even known I was there, sitting across from him in Indian-style fashion just looking into his seemingly dark eyes. There was no light shining from that broken man the first time I went, but I could have sworn there was light the second time around. Sure, that may have been success attributed to the new lamp I had brought with me. But even without the lamp, I'm almost positive that the light that was shining from within would still have been there.

I kept going back to the place Logan had claimed as his own. I found him in the same position every single time, hunched over and seemingly staring into the space before him. He never acknowledged me and my presence, but I knew that one day… one day soon, he would snap out of whatever daze he was in.

It was hard though, to keep going back there after realizing it was me who had put him there. I got scared from time to time, wondering if his daze was a result of him, himself being broken. If that was the case and he was broken, that meant I had broken him… and I took it kind of hard. Because even though he had turned down our friendship and even though he had thrown me into a wall, I still loved him. I know him better than anyone he's ever met, even Kitty. I am his lifeline and a lifeline can get mad at another person, but a lifeline cannot shut out someone for good, even if the lifeline is hardly needed. I guess that was the difference between Wolverine and me. He could shut out the world and shut down his emotions if he wanted to, probably the result of living nearly two hundred years. For me, shutting everything off was not an option. So I could be mad and I could claim hate and everything that goes along with hate, but in reality, there isn't any more room for hate in my heart. I had enough room for hurt, sadness, and pain, which he had brought, but not enough room for hate.

The weeks I visited Logan were hard as hell on my emotional state. And along with me not speaking to Bobby… well, let's just say I was in a lot of pain. I wanted to fix things, but was too embarrassed to even look at him. I wouldn't have been surprised if Bobby never spoke to me again. So, even though I was ready to throw the towel in, I kept on going back.

There was a day though, that I'll never forget. I was sitting with Logan, and I swore he was really looking at me for the first time in weeks. I moved closer; the world seemed to stop and only consist of those agonizing seconds where I reached out and touched his hand. His great body flinched, but he didn't move away from me. Tears gathered in his eyes and without waiting another second, I threw my body forward. He gripped me tighter than he has ever gripped me before and we sat there, crying and laughing and smiling.

He croaked out some words, "I'm sorry. I love ya more than—" But I cut him off.

"I know, and I love you too."

And suddenly it didn't matter that Bobby and I weren't talking. It didn't matter Jimmy Winters had cheated on me. It didn't matter that Sabertooth had kidnapped me and had nearly killed me. All that mattered was the feeling that maybe failing to remember hadn't been the worst thing in my life. Maybe failing to remember was one thing that pulled my past and present and future together leaving no room to think of what should have or could have been… all that mattered was what was and is. I might have walked backward in heels to find it, and reflected more often than not, but failing to remember is what brought me to where I was meant to be.

The End.

(Finally)