Complete and Total Fantasy

The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest

The Misadventures of Jonny Quest

By Rose O' Sharon

A/N: Greetings!

I definitely have not forgotten about my Sherlock 'Series of Three'. However, I am at an impasse in one part; can't decide how to proceed with it. It's a very delicate part of the scene and extremely intensive as far as emotion is concerned, and as I generally do not use sex as anything other than an intrinsic part of the plot and without gratuity, I have to decide exactly how much, and what exactly to put into said scene to make it gut-wrenching, but not OOC.

Anyway, someone, *Waves at Doubter of Love* actually *Still flabbergasted at this* recognized my writing style from a very long time ago, (Seriously a VERY long time ago) and wrote to me regarding this story and it's rather incomplete rewrite from another website. Being at this impasse on my Sherlock story, I have decided to post this story in its entirety, and I promise, the minute I get this done, I shall get right back to that. :D

Warnings: Male/Male (Jonny and a not-main-character - but don't be concerned, This story actually focus' on the relationship Jonny has with his Dad, Race, Hadji, and Jesse). Also, this story deals with mentions of forced drug abuse, spouse abuse, attempted rape of a male (Jonny), mental illness, mentions of human slavery/prostitution, actual rape (not graphically described), and a nasty bit of Homophobia thrown in, just in case the angst quotient wasn't high enough.

Celestia Villa – Greece

"Hey, Jonathon," a very attractive dark haired, dark-eyed man smiled at the equally attractive blond man with bright blue eyes, and all but shoved a filled champagne flute into his hand. "This is compliments of the bridegroom. He says you haven't drunk enough to even begin to enjoy a Greek wedding."

"I'd like to be able to drive, Artemis," Jonny smiled at the man, whose smile widened and his arms circled Jonny's waist.

"You don't need to drive, my love," the man whispered in Jonny's ear. "My parents are quite willing to put us up. After all, it is my sister who's getting married."

"Come on, Artemis," Jonny sighed and rolled his eyes. "The only reason your parents put up with me is because we're together, and you know it," he shook his head. "And because of that, I don't want to cause any more trouble than I already have. And you know as well as I do, that if Diana hadn't invited me to this wedding, I wouldn't be here."

"Had Diana not invited you to this wedding, I wouldn't be here either," he wrapped his arms tighter around Jonny's waist, leaned his dark head on Jonny's shoulder, and closed his eyes. "So, do us both a favor and just relax and enjoy the wedding, okay?"

Jonny smiled and upper arm length blond hair met equally long dark hair, and he covered Artemis' hands with his own. Their eyes met, and the obvious love they shared for one another was almost physically visible. Suddenly a flash went off, and the two men frowned at the lovely woman in the bridal gown who was obviously the twin of the dark-haired man.

"Diana!" Artemis playfully chastised. "This is your wedding! You're the one who's supposed to be photographed! Not the other way around!"

"Taking photos is my job, Big Bro, and you know you can take the photographer away from the camera, but you can't take the camera away from the photographer. Besides, if you'd actually get around to making an honest man out of our Jonny, I could be taking official photographs of the two of you. So, for now, I'm going to catch you when I can. Besides," her grin widened. "You and Jonny are so cute when you get all googly-eyed!"

"I'll give you googly-eyed, Little Sis!" Artemis laughed, and with a quick kiss on Jonny's cheek, chased after his sister. Jonny watched amused for a few moments, then closed his eyes as sadness suddenly overtook him. He placed the untouched drink on the table, turned, walked to the almost waist high wall which overlooked the sea, and watched the sunlight as it played over the gentle waves.

He sighed deeply and swallowed as the thought of the newspaper article he had saved from India about a wedding of a handsome Indian Sultan to a beautiful flame-haired woman filled his mind's eye. He leaned forward his hands clenched together on the top of the wall, his shoulders hunched forward, and he closed his eyes as tears threatened to fall.

He would have been at that wedding too, had it not been for his choice. He opened his eyes, turned, crossed his arms over his chest, and found the tall form of his lover amongst the crowd. He smiled slightly though the sadness never left his eyes.

He certainly didn't regret the choice that had been imposed on him, but that didn't make it any less painful. In fact, the only thing he really regretted was that he'd had to choose at all.

He sighed, and once more the memory of the day – good grief, had it really been almost four years ago already – when he had been forced to make his choice.