"Rory." I felt someone shaking me but I turned over.
"I'm tired Jack, we'll go to school later." I replied, but the shaking continued.
"It's me, not Jack." Through my sleepy haze I could tell it was my mum shaking my shoulder. I turned back over and pulled the cover off my face.
"Are you ok?" I asked rubbing my eyes and yawning.
"The police are here." She said and looked to my door. I shot up and started grabbing clothes, but looking next to me the bed was empty.
"Where is Jack?" I whispered hoping he hadn't left.
"He was the one who answered the door. But he looks very angry." She said watching me shove on clothes. "Do you not have a nicer top?" She asked when I got up. She shook her head. "Ok, never mind."
She went out into the living room with me in tow, it was still as messy as when we got back. There was a few officers standing outside, but there was two police officers sitting on the settee and one standing up with Jack standing in front of him. They were just standing toe to toe glaring at each other. I coughed but neither of them looked my way, but one of the officers stood up from the sofa. I recognised him instantly.
"Detective Gordon." I turned to my mum. "This is my mum." She held out her hand and shook his, turning his hand over in the process and sighing when she seen his ring on his middle finger.
"Figures." She whispered to me and I rolled my eyes, still hasn't changed.
"Very nice to meet you Mrs Johnson." He smiled.
"Miss Johnson." She corrected him to which he blushed. "It's my maiden name."
"I'm so sorry, of course." He fumbled for a minute and then introduced the other man who was now standing. "This is Mr. Baker." He held out a hand and I shook it, as my did mum while I kept an eye on Jack who still hadn't moved.
"He will be helping today. We need to sort a few things out." He sat back down and I pulled two chairs that weren't currently broken to the sitting room. I held on out to mum but she went to the sofa and sat in between Detective Gordon and Mr. Baker who looked more than a little uncomfortable.
"Jack." I said when he still didn't move. "Jack." I said more firmly and he finally listened to me and turned around. I pointed to the seat next to me and he came over. The man he had been staring with had a smirk on his face and went to sit down on the arm chair.
"That is detective Wentworth." He said signalling and I nodded at the man. We sat in silence staring at one another until Detective Gordon spoke up.
"We need to discuss what will happen now." He said and Jack moved his chair closer to me, holding my hand as he clenched his teeth. "You can't stay in Gotham." Gordon said looking between us as he shook his head. "Your ex-husband is a very dangerous man, he was on our radar even before last night. He was already getting involved with unsavoury characters." I gripped Jacks hand harder at the mention of my dad, still scared even when he was in a cell somewhere. "Are you willing to move?" He asked and my mum piped up immediately.
"Of course, where to?" Mum said cheerfully.
"Mum." I said and she looked over finally connecting the dots of Jack.
"Oh." She shut up and leaned back into the couch.
"I'm not willing to go without Jack." I looked into his eyes and he nodded. "It's both of us or neither." The detective in the arm chair scoffed, finally deciding to speak up.
"And what happens when he drops you like a hot potato and moves onto the next girl." Did he just refer to me as a potato? Jack tensed up next to me and I put my other hand on his arm.
"Don't Jack." I said quietly but he still stared at the other man. If only looks could kill.
"It's not plausible." A small voice said, I looked and it was Mr. Baker speaking. "You are both so young that we couldn't ensure you two would stay together, or one would move away or even back to Gotham. Then it places everyone's life in danger." He had basically echoed the other man's statement just more politely. At least he didn't refer to me as a potato.
"Jack and I have been with each other every day since we were ten years old. That's more commitment than a whole lot of married couples." I argued but Mr. Baker shook his head.
"It's just not plausible." He held up his hands. "I'm sorry, there is a system in place and protocol that we must follow."
"Then no deal." I said and stood up with Jack. "Thank you for your time."
"Rory, please wait." My mum had stood up now and her pleading eyes made me stop. "Let's just talk about this."
"What is there to talk about? I'm not leaving without Jack." I still had a hold of his hand.
"Rory, your father is very dangerous. You need protection…" Gordon tried but I interrupted him.
"We need protection, me, my mum AND Jack." Jack wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. "He was the one who saved us last night, he broke into the house and found us first. Surely, he is in danger too. You're not separating us." I was about to go back into my room when detective Wentworth stood up.
"Actually, we can." He said folding his arms.
"Let's just try and keep this…" Gordon was again interrupted when Jack finally spoke.
"You can't." Jack glared at Wentworth.
"You're both under the age of eighteen. It's not your choice little lady, it's your mothers." Wentworth looked incredibly pleased with himself, I thought about letting Jack loose on him.
But I looked to my mum, sure she would be on our side.
"Mum." But she wouldn't meet my eyes. "Mum." I said more carefully but she wouldn't look at me, only at the floor.
"I'm sorry Rory. I have to think what's best for us." She said quietly and my eyes went wide.
"Mum!" I yelled but she stayed seated now silent.
"This isn't best for us. This is best for you." I took a few steps back, feeling betrayed by my mum. "I need Jack." I said a little more quietly. She stood up and tried to come to me but I kept the distance between us. "Stay away from me." I was disgusted that she would betray me like this. She knew how important Jack was to me.
"Men come and go Rory." She tried but I barked out a laugh.
"That's you mum. Jacks been here for me through everything. We would be dead right now if it wasn't for Jack." I tried but no one else in the room was listening to me. I felt a hand on my arm and looked around to a police man. "Get off me." I said shaking his arm off and Jack pulled me closer.
"Don't touch her." He put me behind him, squaring up to the officer but two hands grabbed my arms and tugged me backwards.
"Jack!" I yelled as my hands were pinned behind my back.
"Wentworth, there's no need." I heard from the sofa but Jack suddenly sprang towards us.
"Get your hands off her." He punched Wentworth and he went flying to the ground, but there were more officers coming in now, they had grabbed Jack and I and were steering me outside.
"Get off me!" I was screaming trying to get them off.
"Rory!" Jack screamed to me.
"Jack!" I yelled back. I tried to duck out of the officer's arms but they had a tight hold.
"Rory, please." Gordon appeared in front of me.
"Please, just let me say goodbye?" I begged Gordon, he nodded to the officer holding me and I sprinted through the house back to Jack. There was two officers holding his arms as he screamed and fought against them. I ran to him and took his face in my hands.
"Jack, it's me. It's me." I whispered stopping his screams. Gordon came up behind me.
"Give them a minute." At Gordons word's they let him go and he wrapped his arms around me.
I looked at Gordon and mouthed a 'thank you'. He nodded and stepped us away giving us some privacy.
"Rory." Jack cried and I held onto him.
"Why is this happening?" I cried as I sobbed onto Jacks shoulder. "This isn't how it was meant to be. Not for us." I could feel Jacks body shaking underneath my hands.
"Ror." Was all he could say, his voice so quiet and full of pain, he held me tighter to him until we couldn't be any closer.
"I don't how to say goodbye to you Jack." My tears were falling and staining his shirt, my hands around his shoulders holding on for dear life.
"I can't say goodbye to you Ror. I need you. You've made me life worth something. I can't let the best thing in my life leave." He gripped me so tight it hurt but it was the furthest thing from my mind.
"I don't want to leave you Jack. It's supposed to me you and me, against the world. Right?" I tried to keep my voice strong, for Jack.
"You're right Ror, you and me. I love you." He buried his face into my neck.
"I love you too." I whispered into his ear, my voice cracking slightly. I felt a hand on my arm.
"It's time." Gordon said, his eyes shining with tears.
"No." I sobbed holding onto Jack. "We need more time." But Gordon shook his head. "I'm so sorry Rory, you have to leave." The officers ripped us apart, both reaching for the other, screaming each other's names. I cried as the dragged me away, I kicked and screamed the whole way, how could they do this to us? They managed to shove me into a car and slam the door, I screamed in anger as they locked it.
"Rory, please calm down." I looked to the voice and my mum was sitting on the other side. I felt a rush of hate as I looked at her.
"Don't talk to me." I spat as I pulled desperately at the handle.
"Rory-" She tried.
"How could you do this to us? You know what Jack means to me!" I banged my fists on the window, trying to break it, do anything, get out of this car, get back to Jack.
"It's just puppy love, you'll grow out of it." Her words were quiet as I hit the windows but I heard her.
"How dare you." I said as I ceased my assault on the door. "I love Jack and Jack loves me. I know that may be difficult for you to understand, seeing as you only go for men that treat you like shit. But what we have is more than you ever will, and I'll never forgive you for this." I felt a sharp sting as she slapped me, a small gasp escaped her lips when she realised what she had done.
"Oh, Rory – I'm…" She reached out to me but I flinched away from her.
"You're just like him." I said referring to Dad. And from her eyes I could see those words hurt her more than any slap could.
I ignored her, hoping she was feeling just a fraction of the pain I was feeling now. I was about to kick the window when the car began to drive. I screamed at the driver, telling him to stop but he ignored me, not even glancing in the rear view mirror.
I looked to the house and Jack came sprinting out, past the officers and was at the car in seconds. He pulled at the handle but it was locked.
"Jack!" I screamed and tried the door again but it was no use. He ran to keep up with the car, punching the glass as he did, I cried as we both tried to get to each other. I began to pound on the glass so hard my hands were bruising but I kept going.
I could see Jack was struggling to keep up, as the realisation hit him tears were in his eyes.
The car was going too fast now and Jacks fell behind. He fell to his knees and I screamed as he kept getting smaller and smaller in the back window. Soon he was just a small figure in the middle of the road.
I cried and cried until no more tears would come, I just stared out of the window, watching the world move and pass me by in a blur. All I could think of was Jack, the time we had together.
The first day we met, his reluctance to even speak to me. Making him my friend by sheer determination. Best friends by stubborn resolve. Bringing him lunch. Joining his class. Him showing me his secret hideaway. Showing each other our scars, looking past the broken skin and seeing the history underneath, understanding. Going through school together. Being outcasts together. The first time he told me he loved me. The childhood promises he still had to keep. The imaging's of our home together. Of all the place's we said we would go. The first night we spent together, and all the ones after that. The mornings I woke up in his arms. All the times he protected me, defended me, saved me.
I held tightly onto all these little moments, the memories of Jack, the only thing they couldn't take away from me.
I would find my way back to Jack. Today, tomorrow, even if its years from now.
I'll come back, he'll find me. We'll be together. Our story doesn't end like this…