Disclaimer: I did own it... I owned it all, I tell you! But those stupid lawyers took it all away!!
A/N: I think that I have just redefined the meaning of a songfic….oh, yeah this is a challenge fic for Child-of-the-Dawn…
*Talk*
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We don't even talk anymore
We don't even know what we argue about
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John Stewart, a.k.a. the Green Lantern, tread slowly down the hall, his breathing seeming to be magnified by one hundred through the cold, empty, metal halls. He paused ever so slightly as he passed by a large window and cast a glance into the ever extending space outside. Heaving a large sigh, he continued on to his destination. When he reached it, he had half a mind to turn right back around and go back to his room, or maybe better, completely rethink the entire thing and go back home and never go back to the Watchtower again. His feet suddenly felt heavier than lead as he stepped into the room where the TV was already playing and somebody already occupied a seat.
He didn't say one word to the figure, but sat down gruffly. The figure shifted uncomfortably. John felt his heart being torn.
So she didn't even want to be in the same room as him?
If anybody shouldn't want to speak to anyone, it should have been him to her. She had lied, and she had hurt him deeper than he had ever thought possible. But he had forgiven her, because he knew that if she could have done anything to prevent it, she would have; she had not purposely hurt him, and he was sticking to that.
She got up to leave.
"Wait," John said suddenly, getting up and standing behind her. Her wings had been drooping in that dejected way they did when she was upset. They tensed slightly as he put his hands on either of her shoulders, and John felt his heart burn yet again.
"What happened to us, Shy? You use to love the feel of my touch; now you cringe whenever I come within fifty feet of you; we used to talk about anything and everything, but now it's a miracle if you say so much as two words to me in an entire week. What the hell are we even arguing about anyway?" he told her softly, unable to trust himself with speaking any louder. She spun around on him angrily.
"'What happened to us?'?!? After all those months you spent down there on Earth, you still haven't figured it out? You think this is so hard? Why can't you ever see what's in front of you? Why can't you see it's over? Why can't you see we have nothing left? Why can't you see what I did was unforgivable?" Her eyes were wet and she shook her head hard.
"Dammit Shy, why do you have to be so pigheaded? Why can't you see I already forgave you? Why can't you forgive yourself?" John gripped her shoulders a little harder.
"You don't get it, do you? You just don't get it! It won't work! It will never work again! There's been too much damage done."
"What makes you think that?" he asked, frowning slightly.
"Do you even understand what I did? You could have been killed! And I didn't even care!"
"Shy –-"
"Just leave me alone, you arrogant, self-righteous little- arghh!" she groaned in frustration and stalked out of the door, ripping herself from John's grasp.
John stood for a little while in complete silence. It used to be so easy for them to communicate, but now…
