So there is some mature content in this chapter, but if you've read my stories you will know that it isn't that severe. I'm sure there are those, however, that would much rather skip what's at the end of this chapter. Those that wish to do that are free to skip to the next chapter. ^_^

Enjoy.

"Dear Diary..."

"Well, it's been a year and a half since our adventure settled to an end; pretty close to 2 years. We finally figured out how to send Silver back to his original timeline awhile ago, and I suppose we would get to work on getting Striker, Buddy, Milo, and Jack home."

"Ani's gone with her father now. I suppose King and the others arranged it with the GUN Commander to set things up on Prison Island after all. Well, good for them. I just hope that Safe Haven works out for them. I'd have to come visit them at a time when things are finally set up and flourishing, maybe. I wonder if the boys'll leave before that chance...I'm sure Ani would miss them, but if things work out, the boys would come back to visit. I know they will."

"I sit here in my room this evening writing by candlelight while they're off at the Professor's shop; Tails Doll and Whisker too. Lately they've spent a lot of time over there...I think they might even go as far as spend the night at the Professor's tonight. Meanwhile, I decided to stay behind so that someone was here to watch over the Clubhouse. Not that anything would happen to it, but you know..."

Jill paused at that sentence, reading it over again while trying to figure out what to write next, until her mind wandered off. Finally, she just set down the pen and took the brush on the desk to brush out her hair in the mirror in front of her. It was a bit longer than it was when she was sixteen...when everything happened. While she kept brushing, she stared at her own reflection. She was older...eighteen now; legally an adult. Her maturing age certainly showed on her body, having gained more figure, height and..."ballistics." She wasn't a girl any longer; she was a young woman.

A young woman without a voice.

Thinking of that only reminded her of things she didn't want to remember, and she stopped brushing her hair. Like she had written, it's been approximately two years. She hadn't seen much of everyone else since then to be honest; she had gotten a little more distant around everyone except the Professor and the boys. Even then, she was more inclined to stay at the Clubhouse nowadays...

Jill let out a quiet sigh. Was she really going to let her depression turn her into a recluse? She wasn't sure about this thought. She only looked at herself in the mirror again. She kept thinking about the reason she was here in the first place... thought about what would've been different. If she had taken Deity Novagod in instead of Metal.

Then she shook those thoughts out of her head. She shouldn't think about that. What's done was done... and she really needed to stop thinking about it so much, but she couldn't help it. She worried about Metal.

Maybe one of these days, she would leave and go over to Metropolis...see if he's still there. If he's still okay…

A gentle knocking interrupted her thoughts.

1...2...3 slow knocks. It was Brick.

Jill thought how amusing it was that the boys came up with a knocking system for Jill; everyone having their particular number of knocks. There was another thing too; Brick was always allowed to come in once he had done the knocking, since Jill knew it was him. This being so, Brick opened her door and entered inside, closing it behind him. "Hi Brownie," he greeted with a smile.

Brick had changed a bit too. He was taller, more in tone in body build, his hair was long enough to wind into a short pony tail and a little fuzz on the top of his lip. For 19, he looked like an adult as much as Jill did.

Jill smiled back at him through the reflection of the window, and glanced down at the sheet of paper in front of her.

Brick came up and looked over her shoulder. "Ah, I see. Another one of those diary entries, huh?" Jill nodded. "You sure do a lot of writing Brownie."

Jill pulled out another paper and scribbled on it. How come you aren't with the boys at the Professor's?

"Well, like we thought, they want to have their sleepover there," Brick chuckled in amusement. "So I figured I'd come back here so you weren't all by your little lonesome." Jill smiled sweetly at him, and then the smile fell when she looked down at the paper. Brick sighed at that. "...Brownie..." he murmured. "...there's something bothering you, isn't there?"

Jill shook her head at him in assurance, but Brick didn't entirely buy it. He placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. "...damn, you're tense." It caught Jill off guard, but soon she warmed up to it, while Brick started massaging her shoulders. He had such strong hands, and yet, he was so gentle with her. Jill was in awe, as well as deeply entranced in his touch.

"...listen, you've been depressed, I can tell...but you can't let your worry control you like this Brownie..." Brick started saying; words that seemed to hypnotize her. "You still aren't able to sleep very well at night, and you hardly leave the Clubhouse anymore..."

Jill was soothed by the way Brick was unwinding the muscles, tight in knots, in her shoulders. She was loosening up significantly. Brick noticed to some degree and was grateful that his efforts to relax her were successful; but he had no idea the effect this had on Jill. She was losing herself in him and his magnificent hands...awestruck by his method of easing her.

"...I love you Brownie," Brick murmured. "I don't want you to turn into a basket case...that's all."

Jill loved him too; and right now, that massage was starting to make her love him a little more. Her mind was absorbed, thinking about how the muscles in his arms flexed so effortlessly every time his palms would grind against her shoulder blades. So many would take them for granted, but it was amazing how his muscles all worked together so perfectly; especially his. Her mind followed the arms to where they were connected on his broad chest, which was tough as rock with muscle, but so touchable, smooth and warm...oh, so warm. She imaged about how it would get much warmer against the surface of her own-

-and she was suddenly startled when she realized what was going on; what feelings that Brick was drawing out of her when he massaged her like this. Her breathing had quickened without her knowing it, and her heart was beating in her chest like a bass drum while a hot sweat came to her. Had Brick really turned her on that much?

She picked up the pen unsteadily. You said the boys were sleeping over at the Professor's, right?

Once Brick read it, she saw him nod, "Yeah, I did." When caught the hint of a look in Jill, he suddenly grew very quiet; he even slowly stopped from massaging her. "...Brownie?"

She wrote down on paper again. Come back in a minute...there's something I need to do really quick. She ripped out that parchment for him and shoed Brick out the door, leaving him a little confused; especially when he read what she wrote.

"...hm..." and he walked away. "...guess I have to come back in a minute..."

Back in her room, Jill was searching through her closet for it...and gladly she found the box she was looking for. While peeking inside, she started to feel her heart throb again, and she swallowed as she pulled out what was in the box. Pretty recently, Brick had secretly given this to her, and he was pretty bashful about it too. After all, what he gave to her wasn't exactly meant for kids like the boys to see.

True to his word, Brick eventually came back to Jill's door. On the front of it was a note attached. Go ahead and come in, it read. So Brick went ahead and opened the door.

And stopped short at what he saw.

Jill was standing there with a wrap around herself, noticing him when she heard the door open. Since Brick had come, she let the wrap slip off of her carelessly. Once Brick saw what she wore, he turned burning red in the face. It was a skimpy nightie. Her long, curved legs protruded out from underneath smooth, white silk, and black lace garnished the top, revealing cleavage and noticeably sexy shoulders. Mainly, Jill wanted to know what he thought of it on her.

He was blown away.

Brick never expected for Jill to try it on so soon, and the sight to behold was breathtaking for him. Now he was the one in a hot sweat while he observed the luscious body that this nightie brought out of her, and he could only barely walk up to her in his stupor. "...it looks...so good on you," he uttered.

Jill smiled bashfully.

When Brick put his hands around her, Jill could feel her heart pound in her chest again. Brick felt the silk and her hour-glass shape hiding behind to his pleasure while he brought her closer to hold her. "...I really love you, you know that?" he whispered in her ear with a smile. Jill smiled back, and her hands caressed him by his back. Brick shivered underneath the tingling sensation at her gentle hands while the two of them embraced each other. Only she had the power to break down his masculine strength.

His hands stroked her thighs, creeping up underneath the nightie a bit greedily, and she let out an excited breath. Then Brick noticed something that instantly aroused him considerably.

Jill wasn't wearing anything underneath this nightie. Not even...underwear.

He locked her door for caution, and then kicked off his boots while he returned to her. He took her to her bed and the two toppled onto it with Brick on top of her, proceeding to kiss her neck while his hands felt her body. She allowed him to do so calmly, fighting back the bubbling emotions Brick provoked that were starting to boil more hotly. The same thing was happening to Brick too, but he felt that if he took it slow, the two of them would make this moment all the more worth it. The beginning build up was already breathtakingly amazing enough for the two of them.

"...Brownie," he started whispering in her ear, as his hand inched closer up her thighs again. "...if only you knew how lucky I am to have you...nobody can compare to your power to make a strong man like me tremble so weakly like this...or the way you shine with such radiance that I'm blinded by your elegance...or your soft, sweet, kissable lips that make me yours the moment they touch mine..."

Jill's mouth opened, uttering slightly more eager breaths. The combination of his words and his hand creeping closer and coming back again were intoxicating.

"...you are...so beautiful," he continued to whisper. "...words don't even do you justice..." Brick's hand sneaked underneath her nightie and returned to her thighs, almost tantalizing her.

The sweet nothings he spoke to her served to make Jill more and more restless in breath, with her heart pounding its hardest. She wanted Brick to go farther...if ONLY she had a voice to speak his name in love, and beg him to go farther.

Brick finally slipped the nightie up above her hips, answering some of Jill's lustful, urgent prayers to her joyous relief. "...Brownie...your dazzling smile deserves to be seen...so I would do anything to please you..."

Jill's head fell back at the feeling of his hand pressing up farther across her body, reaching for one of her breasts beneath such a thin layer of clothing she wore. Feeling the magic of his massage on her breast, gasps escaped Jill's mouth.

"...you might not have a voice...but your actions speak for you and I listen so closely...because what you say is so promising with that lovely grace, and your perfect shape."

It felt like a sauna in here. Jill had to get rid of the nightie because she felt too hot with it on now. When she pulled it off and tossed it to the floor, Brick pressed his own body up against hers, rising both their body temperatures at their peak. Jill stared breathlessly up at Brick's smile; him brushing some of her hair back with a hand. He kissed her with a burning passion, making her limp in his arms at the magnitude of the feeling in that kiss.

"...oh Brownie," he moaned desperately. "...I'm so in love with you...I go out of my mind trying to find the words to express how you make me feel..." His lips pressed against her collarbone and she squirmed in response, arching her back. Her legs widened and he settled closer to the source of her excitement, forcing shorter, quicker gasps out of her. They were so close, and yet, they hadn't even begun...

"...are you ready?"

Jill couldn't even open her eyes in the heavy daze that she was in. The most she managed was a small nod, so willing to submit to him and the desires that she knew he would feed amply.

And I actually wrote more, but I'll stop there. You get the point...