A/N: Hey, what's up guys? Look there's no excuse for my lack of productivity over the past few months aside from laziness and general lack of inspiration, but hopefully this will make up for things. So a few things to note before we get into this. Yes, this is Yuri, but then did you really expect anything else from me? If your answer is anything but no, you're an idiot. Now then, Clementine is indeed her canon age is the telltale series within. Jane's age is never mentioned in game, and I haven't read all of the comics, so I made her about 23, I'm sorry if this isn't factual but if anyone does know her age, please feel free to pm me and I'll change it. Yes this is one-sided Janentine, or Jane x Clementine, but I can't say anymore or I risk spoiling it. I know this will probably cause issues, but there's no sexual contact between them and is more of an angsty inflection.
Disclaimer: I do not own the walking dead, this much is obvious. This is not intended for profit and no money has been made off this piece.
It doesn't surprise me, as I find my eyes once again drawn to her form as she feeds little Alvin Jr. I watch her as she sticks her tongue out over dark pink lips, her eyes screwing up into a silly expression to the raucous giggles of her audience of one. It brings a smile to my face, to see her at peace for once in the midst of all of this.
I remember when I first laid eyes on her, as she was brought in with the others Carver had caught. The defiant fire in her eyes as she stared at him with an intense hatred. I'd never seen a passion like that in the eyes of one so young. Those eyes drew me in, like hypnotic flames to an unsuspecting moth. She'll never know that I watched her that entire first night, as I lay awake on the cold cement floor not far from her bunk.
I had only been too willing to help them when they decided to escape, perhaps too eager now that I reflect on it, if only for the chance to get to know her better. I remember when I first learned her name, she'll never know I sat in a corner for hours that night, saying her name over and over. Clementine. It rolled off my tongue like cascading rain off of the window of a car. That name became my mantra, so sweet it was to utter.
When we robbed Arvo on that observation deck, I can still recall the all consuming rage that overcame me as he threatened her. I recall the burning desire to shoot him as I held that revolver to his temple. All that stopped me was her melodious voice, piercing the veil of anger as she begged me not to shoot him. In hindsight, I probably should've.
I remember clearly when she found Luke and I, that look of disappointment and betrayal in her eyes inspired more regret and pain within me than anything before ever had. I decided then that I had to leave. I had betrayed my sweet Clementine, and I didn't feel as if I deserved to remain in her presence after that. So I fled, as I had so many times before. I still recall the hurt as I handed her my nail file and told her she couldn't go with me, though every bit of my soul had wanted nothing more than to take her hand and leave with her.
I panicked when I heard the gunshots, worrying only for her safety. As I tracked them through the woods and came upon the shooting, I could think of nothing more than protecting her. That radiant smile she gave me as she informed me that she had never wanted me to go brought a smile to my face, still does to this day, over two months later. I wonder if she'll ever know what I really meant when I told her she was ninety percent of the reason I had returned. Probably not, or maybe she does. She's always been awfully perceptive after all.
When she had nearly drowned to death in that lake, and had nearly frozen to death after I got her out, all I could focus on was getting her to a fire, keeping her safe. As I carried her lithe form across that frozen lake and into that cabin, not even Kenny could stop me. I may not have shown it, but I agree with what he did to Arvo, and there's not a day that goes by that I don't regret not shooting that little bastard. He put a bullet in Clementine. The thought brings a scowl to my features and a growl to my throat, if I ever see that son of a bitch again I'll kill him.
When Kenny and I were fighting, I fully expected her to allow him to kill me. I still can't believe she didn't. That she shot her longtime friend just to save my life, even after she thought I had let AJ die, I couldn't be more grateful. I owe her my life, in more ways than one. I was so shocked at how easily she forgave me, how willingly she came with me. I smile as she retires to her room with little Alvin for the night, bidding me a sweet goodnight and pressing those dark pink lips of hers to my cheek, knowing that when it is time for me to sleep I will once again dream of her, and the whispers of a kiss that never was.
A/N2: I know, despite the legions of Cluke fans out there, this will get a lot of hate for two reasons: 1) Clem is underage (hypocritical Cluke fans much?) And 2) It's femmeslash, and with a character that not many people apparently liked, but buck that. If you don't like it, don't bucking read it, and DO NOT waste my time with pointless flames about how I'm going to hell for this etc. Etc. They're a waste of my time and make you look like a pretentious ass. Now, if you did enjoy it, or have some legitimate criticism, please feel free to drop a review, they really do make my day. Until next time, TableThrower signing off.