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A/N: Inspired by a screenshot that I saw of these two on tumblr. I love, love writing Roy and Jade, though I don't really like them together, per say. I love Roy/Donna way too much for that. But anyway, please enjoy and reviews are appreciated. (:
All I Am Is All I Could Not Mention
Roy remembered the first time that he had ever seen Jade behind bars. He remembered just wanting her to stay put for five seconds, for her to stop slipping into his brain and making herself trickle into his heart.
She always made his heart race, that's for certain.
And here they were, again. Her under lock and key and him on the other side, as always. There was always a line separating them. Even when they were together that line was always letting its presence be known.
Jade was drawing pictures in the gritty, dirty concrete when he walked in, guards shutting the door behind him. He ignored the way that the doors ring when they close, sounding so final and intolerant.
She looked up when she realizes that it's him. "Oh, you," Jade cooed, standing up. He knew that the gesture wasn't casual. It never was, with her. She's prepared to do something, just like always. "Who would have thought that the mighty Red Arrow would ever come visit someone like little old me?"
"Cut the crap, Jade," Roy told her, which made her narrow her eyes, the coy look on her face gone. Even she knew better than to screw with him when he was like this. "I thought that you said that you were going to stop with this?"
"Oh please. You should know better than to believe something that was said in post-coital bliss."
Roy ignored the stab of pain that she sent towards his heart. Even without weapons Jade was vicious, trained. Sometimes her tongue was sharper than any dagger that she could ever posses, and she knew that. She used it well.
"I've only got five minutes with you, you know," Roy told her, to fill the silence, and watched as her face was unaffected. Sometimes it was hard to know whether or not Jade cared about you.
"Then let's use the best of them." He had been standing right in front of her cell, close enough for her to grab the back of his neck and run her fingers over the short hair there. Jade knew he loved it when she did that, but it wouldn't work. Not today.
"No." He pulled away from her touch and for a moment he thought he saw something vulnerable on her face, but then it was gone and he knew that he imagined it. Roy knew that he cared more about her than she cared about him, more than he even cared to admit to himself.
"Then what did you come here for?" Jade sat back down on the ground again, and looked up at him. Roy wondered how she could look so beautiful, even in a bright orange jumpsuit.
"To apologize for being the one that arrested you. I'm not sorry for what I did to Cheshire, but what I did to Jade…" he trailed off.
"We're the same person, you know," Jade said, letting out a hard laugh. "You can't have one part of me and not the other, Roy. It doesn't work like that, never has. Never will."
The doors opened, scraping the iron against the ground. The sound echoed around the room again, but this time Roy welcomed it. Saved by the bell, he thought, and then inwardly cringed. He remembered watching that late one night, with Jade. She'd laughed at everything that Zach said, even though she said after that she didn't.
Everything, it seemed, came back to her. He hoped that it stopped doing that, someday.
"Bye, hero," Jade called out after he turned around to walk into the world, going somewhere that Jade couldn't follow. Not this time. "Have a nice life."
He would. With or without her, he would.