Summary: "If Jordan looks out the window one of these days, he might be able to see me. Not even creeping. Just fyi. - Forever Your Lady" aka, my attempt at writing a straight ship

Trigger Warnings: None, as far as I'm aware, but feel free to ask me to add one.

Pairing: Sparkanite (S2 Ianite).


Jordan Maron closed Minecraft with a sigh. Today had been one of the most stressful days in a while - the Mianite S2 finale. Sure, to a lot of people, that wouldn't be stressful at all, but to Jordan (and his fans, he supposed), it was pretty exhausting. That book from Ianite had absolutely killed his emotions, too, which was extremely hard to conceal. Even so, she'd be back in S3, right? They were going back to the S1 world, where she was alive, even if she wasn't the same Lady he'd grown used to over the past few months.

But she was, wasn't she? Her book had said she had an umbrella consciousness - just like her dick of a dad, Jordan supposed. Who he had, incidentally, shot with Ianite's arrows. That whole thing was kind of weird, what with Jordan pretty much being his son-in-law. Son-in-law kills father-in-law with father-in-law's daughter. Well, that was something he had never expected to think in his life.

Jordan glanced out the window, like he was a character in a book reminiscing over his friend's tragic death. He pretty much was that, though, wasn't he? Wow, how meta.

SPARKLEZ! You wouldn't believe the things I've seen. Or maybe you would. What do I know?

Of course he would. He always believed her - why wouldn't he?

Worlds upon worlds of wonder have embraced my many selves. I'm living a thousand lives at once. And those are just the lives I'm aware of. For instance, in a place called Middle Earth I am reborn a beautiful elf queen. And under the ice shield of a moon called Europa I am a strand of plankton. And in a world we both know well, I'm a bunch of little girls who look just like me, and maybe other things too... Anyway, my umbrella consciousness has reformed for just a moment; my caretaker, in his mercy, has allowed me to show you these things.

Jordan wondered briefly who this 'caretaker' was. Some higher power, perhaps, who'd never appeared before in Mianite. Or maybe it was just her actor. Yeah, probably.

But you definitely won't believe the most amazing thing I've seen. Lately I've been looking through a window... A window into bygone years. A man sits in front of a screen, speaking his soul to the world while playing a game. I think I know who he is!

This was the part that had hit him the hardest. It was strange to think that maybe, in another universe, she was watching him. His Lady, the Lady he had created when he couldn't make a decision, couldn't choose 'right' or 'wrong', was watching him from somewhere. It really was an odd thought. After all, she wasn't real.

I see this man forming friendships with those who also speak to the world. I know who they are too. They project themselves as tiny box figures into a world made of boxes. It's so much less detailed than the world where the man and his friends sit. I would not have known Ruxomar and it's sister dimensions to be so childlike in appearance exept by this contrast! The days go on as the friends play. The boxlike world is ruled by two gods. Of course I know who they are. The man is faced with a choice between the two. His life is riddled with choices! And like the stubborn idealist he is, he carves out a middle path. He'll take neither god. He'll have a goddess all to his own. He created me.

The way the author had described such a simple action was breathtaking, as well as heartbreaking. All he'd done was created a name, right? He'd never meant for all of this to happen. Not that he didn't like what had happened, of course; even if she was fictional, she was still his Lady. He was being stupid, though, and he needed to stop thinking about Mianite. It was done, until S3, and he had to do other YouTube things, and there was PAX to think about, as well as a bunch of other stuff.

A man named Jordan Maron created the goddess Ianite in a world beyond worlds. And Jordan Maron looks just like you. He is one of your countless alternate selves. He looks so much less boxy! I think that if I did not already know you and Spark so well, I would call him my favorite version. Now I grasp the truth I have been seeking all my life. I have seen what is above gods. It is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.

But what was it? That had been bugging him since he first read it. Perhaps it was imagination. They were both eleven letters, after all. Wouldn't it make a fitting thing for her to say, too? Jordan had created her, with his imagination. Oh, man, that was too freaking cheesy. He didn't want to take it back, though; it was true, wasn't it?

My umbrella consciousness won't hold much longer. Let me say a few choice words before the final goodbye between this version of you and this version of me. Thank you for choosing to create me. I believe that had the other you not made that choice in that far off world, none of my present selves would exist. In a strange sense, you are my god. Thank you for believing in your creation enough to make it real. Thank you for continuing to love me and make choices for my wellbeing. I hope another you loves another me in another world soon.

But he did love her. The current him loved her. What more could she ask for?

Or maybe she meant, 'I hope another you loves another me in another world soon, where none of the bad stuff happened, and we could be together. I hope that in another world that my umbrella consciousness is aware of, we could be having the time of our lives together, doing what normal couples do. Even though we aren't quite a normal couple - a near-immortal goddess, and a man who creates worlds on a machine in his home. I bet there aren't that many like us, right?'

And then, finally:

If Jordan looks out the window one of these days, he might be able to see me. Not even creeping. Just fyi. - Forever Your Lady

He wished. Perhaps, in another world, he had seen her out the window. Perhaps, in another world, she'd have smiled and waved at him, and they'd have talked for hours. She'd have told him about all the things they did with each other in other worlds, Jordan and Ianite, along with Tom, Tucker, Sonja, James, Mot, Dianite, Martha, Andor, Gaines, and maybe even Steve.

It was nice to think about, that they could have had a happy ending outside of a game world.

A week later, Jordan Maron glanced out of his window. A young-looking woman with pearly-coloured skin and purple hair was outside. She wasn't moving, perhaps she was waiting for someone?

Jordan thought nothing of it, and returned to his computer.