Jillian stared at him. She smiled, but showed no other emotion.
Here, with all the busy people and all the reporters who would die to get this conversation in print, Jillian smiled and looked into Peter's eyes.
She sighed and walked over to her desk. Peter followed.
She sat down at her computer and opened up a blank document and started to type.
Peter coughed. "Uh, can you say something?"
"Can you make it anymore obvious?"
"Waddaya mean, more obvious?"
"Someone could have heard, or do you not take your secret identity seriously."
"Now, someone could have heard that." he pulled over a vacant chair.
Jillian continued to type, not looking away from her screen.
"You don't seem surprised."
"I'm not."
"Really now?"
"Really."
Jillian finally slammed her hand on her desk, papers went flying.
"Why did you tell me?"
"I just wanted you to know."
Jillian pondered on that. "I don't know if I like knowing. It was cool—but I mean, now I know who you are."
"I wanted you to know. I trust you."
Jillian smiled. "You trust a reporter who tricked you and dressed in black leather?"
He laughed. "I guess so. But when you put it that way it doesn't sound too good."
"No, I guess it doesn't."
She sighed, and Peter looked at the titled of her paper. He then looked at her.
"You've picked, huh?"
"I'm a reporter, Peter. Not a hero."
"Ever think that you can be both?"
"Easy for you to say! You are both!"
Jillian then realized what he meant, and she quickly said, "I will never betray the trust between us, Peter! Never! Don't even think about it! Your secret is safe with me."
"I know it is."
And as he turned to walk way, she butted in, "I may need some help, though. If I ever get stuck, I mean."
"What, with an article?"
"Would that be okay, Mister Hero?"
He smiled. "It depends. No more playing dress up."
"Psh. You don't need to tell me twice."
Jillian watched him leave, and she felt satisfied. She knew who Spider-Man was—wow, how many people can say that? She knew who Spider-Man was. She was a reporter, who could make an immeasurable, endless, infinite amount of money from this one thing that she knew.
But she moved the idea to the back of her head and continued typing on the night that Spider-Man saved her life, on the night that Spider-Man almost died, and on the night that she became a hero.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who kept up with this story. I didn't want it to end, but all great stories have a last chapter eventually. Thanks to everyone, you know who you are. I really hope you enjoyed it. Let me know if this last chapter does the story justice!
And I have gotten enough messages asking me about a sequel. If enough people ask and beg and plead then yes, I may just write one:)