Disclaimer: I dont own LOTF!

"Never seek to tell thy love

Love that never told can be; For the

gentle wind does move

Silently, invisibly"

-William Blake


Although the crowd cheers, you do not. You can see the rage in Jack's eyes-burning holes in Ralph's unconscious body. He's still stalking forward with his spear in both hands.

Your mouth is dry, "He's not going to…?" You look to Roger who merely shrugs his shoulders.

The heart in you jolts as the hunter reaches Ralph. Jack's muscles tense up and his arms lift up high. The point of the spear is aimed right for Ralph's jugular. Just as he brings the weapon down fast-you scream,

"Jack!" The red head freezes.

Everyone except Jack turns to stare at you and leap out of the tree. Surprisingly, you land on your feet but when you run across the sand-you slip. Two boys, who you guess are Samneric, pick you back up. Your steps falter but you eventually make it to Jack as he stands. You keep some distance between you both,

"Damn it Jack-stop!"

When he finally speaks, his words are bitter, "Why should I!"

"You'd be doing him a favor!" You conclude, knowing full well that death would probably be better given Ralph's situation. You remember wanting to die only days ago…

Jack doesn't fall back so you step up and grab the end of his spear. His head whips around and he glares at you viciously.

"I'm not afraid of you-or have you forgotten?" You comment as he lets out a gruesome growl. You stare him in the eyes-something that would be unwise for anyone else to do. The anger does not disappear but settles slowly. The weight of the spear decreases as he lowers it down, but does not let go. You tug it back a little,

"Drop it, okay?"

The hunter studies you but does not budge. You try to make an alluring offer,

"We can go for a walk? Just you and me." You plead, hoping to reach some sensible part of Jack. Nothing moves. You begin to believe that time has stopped until dark clouds block out the sun. The chaotic fight muted out all other elements but now you considered the thunder as it booms. Jack notices as well and just as the tepid rain starts to fall, Jack drops the spear.

A gasp of air wisps out of your mouth and you realize you were holding it in the entire time. Jack orders Maurice and Robert to take Ralph and tie him to a tree. Then, the winner of the fight grips on to your arm tightly,

"You come with me." He commands and you yelp as he yanks you into the wet jungle.


Smack!

"Hey-ow!" Jack bellows, "Was that really necessary?"

You smirk while he rubs the back of his head, "Completely."

Jack's temper has burned out with the rain. You walk close to him, feeling his body heat radiate past the watery film. Your stare rolls up to Jack's lips and stay there. The boy glances down at you and then does a double take. He glows red shyly,

"Is something on my face?"

"N-no…sorry…I was just spacing out." You mumble back at him. Jack is pleased that he caught you staring so intently at him.

You both sit under a tree but can not escape the cool shower, not that you want to anyway. Looking over, you find Jack leaning against the bark; his leg is slightly bent up to support his forearm. With closed eyes, he seems to find solace in the steady splashes. You begin to muse about the boy beside you.

The downy apple locks of his hair have gone dark and heavy with the misty outline of the rain. The droplets pour over Jack's body, adding a shine to every bump of his muscles. Jack looks utterly…

'Don't…say it…'

"Wow…" You whisper to yourself.

Jack purrs, "Wow?" and you let out a gasp. His hazel eyes are open now and probably have been for awhile. You blush and look down to your lap,

Jack's voice is husky and very close to your ear, "I can work with that…"

You scramble away from the tingle and stand on your feet. Jack follows and when you try to walk off-he backs you against the tree again. Both of his hands box you in as he leans against the trunk. He stares at you with his inhuman eyes,

"You care about me. Don't you?" Jack declares the obvious and you can tell he's been thinking about it the whole time.

"What business is that of yours?" You assert and Jack muses about it.

"It just is."

"Well that's too bad…" You state and once again try to escape Jack's gaze. This time, Jack pulls you in by the chin. His eyes soften under his lashes and rain drops slide down his cheek. The hunter tilts his head and leans into you. Your heart beat races until you're almost positive he can hear the muffled pounding. Jack's whisper hushes around you with his earthy scent,

"Why can't you accept it?" He coo's, pulling into you even more.

Your head spins under the mixed senses, "I-I…"

You look at him helplessly without the words he wants to hear. Merridew looks distraught but refuses to back away. Without any alternatives, Jack gives you only one option,

"If you do not care for me at all (Your Name), you'll stop me…" His voice breaks somewhere in the middle and Jack's skin has turned rosy. But even so, Jack leans in slowly-just to give you time to protest.

However, much to his surprise-you pull into him and touch his lips with yours. The kiss is raw and wet but Jack hums into your mouth. In response, you relax and let him tug gently on your bottom lip. His hands slide across your damp clothes and wring around your waist. Jack starts to kiss the life out of you when the rain runs to an end.

Suddenly, two sets of footsteps rustle against the earth in the distance. Someone calls out for Jack,

"Chief! Hey Chief!"

The kiss is broken with a lippy sound. You open your eyes and pout. The expression makes Jack's heart skip a beat but he lightly taps your lips with his finger,

"It was worth the wait." He confesses to you before giving your bodies room. Around the corner comes Henry with Roger.

Naturally, Roger takes notice to the bright blushes on both your faces and lets out a chuckle. Henry eyes him, obviously clueless, but looks over to Jack,

"We're all going to play Hide or Die Chief! You two are going to play, right?"

You look back at Jack, "What's Hide or Die?"

A sinister look crosses his features, "Oh, you'll see."


((Please Review!))

-Bet you thought I wasnt gonna talk in the author notes, yeah?

Roger: One can only dream I suppose...

-Shu'up.

Roger: Whats up with all the mushy stuff?

Maurice: Yeah and then, boom-you change the story around?

-I want my readers to be all anxious!

Maurice: Your only doing one chapter tonight then?

-Yeah...I'm beat...but that means I'll have some good ones tomorrow.

Roger: I like how I interrupted the kissing-it's funny!

-Non, c'est vraiment triste!

Roger: [Censor] you just say?

Maurice: It's French.

-It means No, it's really sad. I think. I'm only in French 2..

Roger: How's it sad!

Maurice: That's their first kiss you dip-cant enjoy a damn thing with you around.

Roger: Whatever...