Hello ThunderBlink and Eclaris lovers. This is my very first The gifted Os with two of my new and beautiful otps. I hope you enjoy this.
You might find John a bit OOC at the end but I like to be believe that our tough guy is a softie inside so don't judge me please.
All I Want Is You
The general ambience of the headquarters could be best described as morose and morbid. To think the people here would have been jumping for joy after they had successfully rescued Lorna, three weeks ago. Not that she had needed much help with the rescuing Clarice sighed for the fifth time as she gazed around and saw Marcos' long face. He was working in his workshop. Clarice stood beside John's workspace which provided a perfect view to the workshop vault.
"Something wrong." John asked when he heard Clarice let out another long sigh.
She had been here for just a few weeks now, after she had broken out of that detention center. Her presence initially had affected him, in a very unexpected and unexplainable way.
He hadn't been able to figure out what was happening to him especially whenever she came close to him. Every time she even came into his field of vision something strange would twist inside his chest and leave him edgy and frustrated the entire day.
She rose a fierce need of protection and possessiveness inside him. He was a protector, he had been for all these people at HQ for quite some time now, so those feelings came naturally to him but the intensity with which such sentiments would surface for Clarice, shook him to his core.
It had taken him a few weeks to realize that she meant more to him than others, would always mean more and much much more.
He always was a no nonsense guy, cutting straight to the point. She sometimes wondered how had she ended up with such a stick in the mud military guy. Though she wasn't very lovey dovey herself but she wouldn't mind if her man would every now and then say something uncharacteristically super fluffy and cheesy. However he did sometimes do or say stuff that left her breathless and oddly tingly and warm.
"What's up with Mommy and Daddy? Their cold war is literally raining snow on the already subzero temp around them. As if isn't uber nippy enough." Blink snarked. John's smile lit up his face. For such a tough guy he had a really soft smile. She found her own lips curving.
"You mean Lorna and Marcos."
"Duh. I know I haven't known Lorna for long but she risked herself for me and I hate that she is having issues with her photon-lover boy. She has been back for three weeks now and they barely talk to each other."
"Don't let Marcos know you call him photon-boy and don't worry about them. That's what they do. Besides every night you see those colorful lights flickering on the rooftop it happens when they you know… they are actually quite fine."
"Quite fine?" she questioned at first then belatedly realizing John's meaning she added, "Eww. Perv much."
He got up, leisurely parted her legs and stood between them. His hands resting over her thighs gently tracing his fingers, he aroused them both. Her arms looped around his neck.
"I don't have much time to be a perv. I have my own woman to pay attention to." he pulled her closer and bit her ear. Her breath hitched and desire pooled in her eyes turning a shade of dark green, he knew it turned her on every time he kissed or licked her ears.
"Joh..n." her voice turned breathy, heat suffusing through her pores.
A loud crash sounded behind them, echoing through the hall. They jerked apart and saw Marcos had accidentally dropped a cement block and created a hole in the floor while Lorna stood glaring at him. Then she bit out,"Nice going laser. As usual I'll have to fix your mess."
Then proceeded to maneuver a few metals plates through the hole in an attempt to mend it. Marcos lifted his palms, blinding yellow light emitted from his palms and welded the metal into the floor, filling the hole.
With a tortured glance at Lorna he remarked, "I fix my own messes. You don't have to worry about them from now on." Then he sauntered away. Lorna tried her best to hide her own misery behind a mask of anger but John had known her too long, to not know she was hurting. People around them who had gathered to watch the spectacle then dispersed.
"But you are right. This is getting out of hand. I'll be back." John answered Clarice, then with a peck on her pink lips he followed Lorna.
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She grunted as she fixed one of the broken doors.
"Hey." John approached her cautiously since,she was for all intents and purposes at the moment, a wounded bear licking her hurts.
Lorna glanced back once then continued fixing the door. Once she was done she turned. "Lemme guess Mr Righteous is here to deliver a lecture on manners." His practical and rational man persona was good for their mission but sometimes it irked her beyond words, especially when he turned the muzzle of his rationality gun on her.
"No. I am here as your friend, Lorna." John sat beside her once she took a seat in a settee on one side.
"Fine. Shoot. Give it to me." sarcasm laced her voice. Lorna had a tongue to match her temper, it was one of her admirable qualities.
"Are you okay?"
His simple inquiry about her farewell touched her more than a well-worded lecture would have. So she softened a little. Distress quickly morphing into a bout of self-pity and embarrassment.
"What do you think?" her face now bore the evidence of the strain she had been carrying for weeks. Her separation from Marcos made her achy and distressed. Her heart was breaking into a million pieces every day as the distance between her and Marcos continued to widen.
"I think you need to talk to him." he replied and had her snicker.
"You think I haven't tried."
John raised his brow again. "Don't give me that superior brow. I am going to strap you to the lamp post outside." Lorna warned half-joking.
"I'll let you do that if it makes you feel better." John smiled.
"Let me do that. Oh please Proudstar you know I can."
"I know. But I can easily get out."
"Ughhh. It's so annoying. To think men would take some well-deserved punishment once in awhile." Lorna spat playfully and John chuckled. His eyes widened with realization.
"You didn't did you? Don't tell me you tried to strap Marcos against the lamp post outside. " John was amused.
"I did. But he used his energy to break free."
John tried an admonished look but failed and ended up laughing.
"What?" Lorna flushed, a little mortified. When he continued to laugh she smacked at him, "What?"
"Nothing. With all the Aurora Borealis in the air I just thought you guys were you know."
"Ewww.. Pervert."
"Clarice had pretty much the same reaction. But hey I am a practical guy." John joked and she shook her head.
"To be honest we did a few times, and it was very very very ho…." Lorna remarked wanting to make him uncomfortable. Her lips curved when she noticed him getting flustered.
He instantly added, "Okay. Okay. Stop. Knowing about it as a half forgotten vague fact in some buried recesses of my mind is fine, actually less than fine, but you enlisting the graphic details isn't." after a short pause and an understanding look he proceeded, "You need to talk to him because we need to be united with everything going on out there. But more importantly because I can see it is hurting you two."
Lorna understood where John was coming from. He was right they needed to be united but what mattered most was that she needed to sort her issue out with Marcos, because they loved each other. It was preposterous the way both of them were behaving. He was more than just her partner, he was her family. Her love for him sometimes overwhelmed her so much that she felt herself drowning in the intensity of it. And she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
"Fine I will. But in my defense I did actually enchain him to that post so I could make him listen to me instead we ended up doing those vague half forgotten deeds of the buried recesses of your mind." she smirked when John flashed her a grin that said nice try and bolted out before she could explain anymore about her encounter with Marcos.
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"Hello. Romeo. Got some time?" Clarice sat beside Marcos on the rear steps of the HQ building.
"Sure. Is everything okay?" he asked, looking concerned.
"All is peachy except one thing."
"Which is?" he encouraged.
"You and Lorna being on the outs."
Marcos avoided her gaze and looked away, "It isn't any of your business." his voice a little clipped with emotion and resentment.
"I know but I also know not long ago you were ready to do everything in your power to bring her back. And now that she is you are throwing a hissy fit about her pregnancy."
"How do you know?" Marcos appeared a bit shocked.
"Because I am fairy with magic ears." she rolled her eyes, "Remember I can hear stuff Photo.. I mean Marcos." Clarice snarked.
"I appreciate your concern but…"
"Look I can't do those epic movie pep talks that's more John's department but I'll say this don't let your ego ruin this. Love doesn't happen for everyone so stop acting like a ninny and go talk to her."
"For a moment you were good but then you ruined it…"
"With the ninny thing? But did I lie?" she sassed and Marcos laughed. "By the way I know you call me Photon-boy."
Clarice made an oops face and stated, "Cute name isn't it."
"Not really." Marcos shook his head and smiled again.
With one last advice, "Stop being a stubborn mule." she gave a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder and walked away.
Marcos wanted with all his heart to make everything okay between him and Lorna. A pang rose when he thought about how Lorna was pulling away from him. He felt himself losing her and it wrought out a panic so sharp and shattering that it was tearing him apart. He needed her, more than he needed to breathe.
She had saved his life and then had become his entire existence. He wouldn't let anything and or anyone in this twisted world take her away from him except maybe herself, if she chose to walk away from him. And that is what scared him to his bones. Urged by a sudden commanding need, he got up and went to find her, ready to face his fate.
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"Hey. Where were you? I was looking for you." John confessed when Clarice entered the computer room.
"Just here and there. Don't worry I am a big girl. I won't get lost." she snaked her arms around his neck.
He pulled her closer as if desperate to have her in his arms. At times he would feel this aggravating anxiety that he might lose her. Clarice felt his distress so tried to distract him. She kissed him lightly.
"I thought since you were going all Confucius on Lorna maybe I could pep-talk Photon-boy. I don't know if it worked." she mumbled against his mouth.
"Lemme guess you called him a stubborn jackass for not talking to her." he asked pulling back a little.
She bobbed her head slightly from side to side and with a sheepish look remarked, "Not exactly but something to the effect. I did call him a ninny though."
John flashed his killer smile, it made her gooey every time. In an instant his eyes turned intense again and he rested his forehead on hers. The change in him didn't go unnoticed by Clarice.
"What?"
"Clarice I...feel it again."
He had told her about how he sometimes felt a foreboding feeling.
"Hey." she ran hands through his hair, it calmed him a little. "Talk to me."
"I can't explain it. I'm not a clairvoyant so I don't know."
"As much as I hate it but do you think memory manipulator girl could help you?"
He smiled at her nickname for Dreamer. "I don't think she can help me but she can help you. You still hate her? Your resentment could go away if you let her take that memory back." John suggested but that foreboding feeling grew potent. He couldn't analyse what was happening.
"I don't hate, hate her but I'm not her biggest fan either. But you are right it's time I ask her to take that fake memory away. We have plenty of real ones." this time she bit his ear and he groaned. His attention successfully diverted away from his disquiet. Cupping her face he whispered, "All I want is you."
She felt her heart dip and then freefall. She answered his confession with her lips touching his and both of them were lost.
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Please review if you like it!
A/N ::::::
This one-shot was getting longer than I expected so I decided to do it in two parts.
So stay tuned for the next part to find out :
lf Lorna and Marcos make up?
What is John anxious about?
Before this A/N also gets long I should go. Take care lovelies.