General disclaimer: Max Steel belongs to many companies, Kids' WB!, two different computer animation companies, and a whole mess-o corporate executives. This story is my personal work derived from my inner child getting hold of an uzi and obliterating my good side. "Leaving on a Jet Plane" used in this story is the variation by Chantal Kreviazuk, and is not in any way being claimed as mine.
LEAVING ON A JET PLANE
BY:
Maxy Steel
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say good-bye
But the dawn is breaking it's early morn
Taxi's waiting, he blowing his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die
So kiss me, and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leaing on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
Rachel zipped her fairly small duffel bag closed, and set her communicator on top of it. She sighed, glancing around the room. She felt like she wasn't ready to leave. Hawk was going to be arriving soon. That didn't leave enough time for everything she thought she hadn't finished. She carried the bag out to the hall, and set it outside the other bedroom, fixing her uniform belt nervously. Slowly, she opened the door to the room in front of her. A softly snoring form was sprawled on the mattress, pillows rising on either side his his head, hidden only by a blanket. She smiled slightly, and stepped into the darkened room. Josh didn't move as she slipped to the side of the bed. She leaned over him, and lightly touched her lips to his, placing one hand on his shoulder for balance. He blinked awake, and smiled against the kiss when he registered who it was. Outside, there was a swish of air signalling the arrival of the jet. But that didn't mean she had to leave quite yet. There was still time to say good-bye, which was the most important thing at the moment.
"I'll be leaving soon," she told him quietly. His arms slipped around her, and pulled her down on to the bed, just barely on his side. She shook her head at him, smiling all the same.
"You should be getting up. The doctor said you should be walking around as much as you can stand," she scolded, pushing herself up on her elbows, then wriggling off the bed. He made a noise of protest when her knee bumped his injury. She mumbled an apology, and slipped off the bed, pushing the crutches a little closer to hisbedstand. She heard the springs creak as she left the room, an indication that he was getting up. The blonde entered the kitchen of their apartment, and set about preparing a light breakfast. Popping a couple slices of bread into the toaster, she turned to pour herself a glass of juice. She started only slightly when a pair of arms wrapped around her, drawing her close. She heard soft breathing in her ear, an looked up and over her shoulder. Josh's brown eyes met hers, a sad look in them. It quickly melted into love, accompanied by a soft grin. He kissed her nose.
"I didn't even hear you come up. Your stealth skills are getting better," she teased softly. He smiled in return.
"Pretty amazing, what with this cast and all," the young man agreed, lightly tapping the white plaster shell covering his right leg from foot to thigh. His light gray sweatpants had been rolled up so they didn't cover it. She gave him a slight scolding look.
"And if you hadn't gone and broken your leg, we could be going on his mission together," she scolded in a voice that didn't have even the slightest hint of anger in it. Only mild sadness. He kissed her gently on the cheek.
"I'll miss you," he told her softly. She turned slightly, and returned the gesture, to the lips instead. The arms around her tightened a little, and Josh closed his eyes. Behind her, the toaster popped, startling both of them. Rachel giggled at their jumpiness, and turned to finish fixing the food. Josh dug into the fridge, and surfaced with a carton of milk. He opened it, and took a drink. His girlfriend's face blanched.
"What have I told you about drinking from the carton?" she chided. He grinned and wiped the milk moustache from his mouth with the back of his hand, then replaced the carton in the fridge.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered playfully, closing the door and coming to stand beside her again. The blonde, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of toast, looked over, smiled at him, and offered him a bite. The younger agent accepted, leaning over her shoulder to read the briefing she was going over, again, bracing his arms on the counter on either side of her.
So many times I've played around
She swallowed, and turned around, still fenced in by his arms. She flicked a few toast crumbs off his bare chest, and reached up to kiss a smudge of jam away from his lips. His arms were back around her in a moment.
"Don't start something you're not planning to finish," he growled lovingly, nose just brushing hers. She replied with a sultry smile, and ducked out of his grip. He brushed past her, and entered his own room. Very off-key singing was heard from his room, causing her to laugh.
Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
"All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. I'm standing here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say..." Josh came out of the room still singing, and buttoning up a white dress shirt over a pair of black slacks. Rachel raised an eyebrow at him as he awkwardly walked over to her.
"Where are you planning to go?" she asked, the corners of her mouth quirking slightly. He looked surprisingly serious, and stepped up to take her hands in his.
So kiss me, and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leaing on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
"Look, Rach. We've been living together for almost two years, ever since that greatly appreciated twentieth birthday present. Don't you think it's time we made it official?" he asked calmly, looking directly into her eyes. She scanned his eyes for any signs of jest, and found none. It almost surprised her. Outside of missions, it was very rare to see him anything but cheerful or asleep.
"Josh, are you saying...?" she asked, a smile flitting across her lips, suddenyl understanding. The young man, with a bit of difficulty, knelt down, taking her hand.
"Rachel Anna Leeds, I would be thrilled if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife," he said smoothly, pulling out a small ring box and flipping it open. Slowly, he stood, and slipped the ring onto her finger. She looked down at it, and up into his eyes. The hopeful brown eyes were too much for any woman to resist, even if she'd wanted to.
"How about it, Rach?" he asked softly, smiling a little. She responded by reaching up and pressing her lips to his.
"Of course I will," she told him, stroking one hand down his right cheek. With a huge smile, he grabbed her around the waist, and swung her in a half circle, as far as his limited movement would allow, then kissed her deeply, still holding her above ground. She laughed as he set her down, and hugged him. Finally, she shot him a sad smile, threw her arms around him and caught him in one final lip-lock, then she was gone, and Hawk was taking off. Josh stood on the front porch, waving at the disappearing figure until he lost sight of the jet.
Okay, that was yet another rather weak attempt at romance on my part. Action and violence are my stonger points. But if you liked it, then please reveiw! Until then, luv ya all!
-Maxy Steel
