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PART XXII
Cortana closed the water flow and sighed deeply, feeling renewed.
She was happy for the first time in years. Truly, it had been ages since she'd felt this eager to laugh and smile. Now that she'd gotten John a little loose -and after that wonderful night of sleep on his bed, just lying beside him- everything seemed alright. In her joyful little place, everything was perfect. He was perfect.
Cortana smiled faintly, her heart swelling again. That kiss had been so powerful, so…
She would never forget this. The way he listened to her stories, so attentively; the way he joked about them as well. She'd never been so open with anyone, exposing her soul and her most deeply rooted feelings, generally because she never let anyone else get that close to her. He didn't laugh at her romantic, outdated ideals. He didn't dismiss her interests. He didn't judge her or her choices.
John was becoming a first in many, many things.
She didn't even remember that they had less than twenty-four hours left.
Humming low, Cortana wrapped a towel around her head and another around her body and headed out into the changing area to pick up her stuff. All the clean clothes she had left were a white t-shirt and a pair of loose training shorts, which was comfortable enough. She felt cozy in those clothes, especially since she needed to wash her underwear.
She caught her own reflection on the sink's mirror. Her hair had grown a lot in the past few weeks, she noticed, as she pulled a few loose strands behind her ear; it was now long enough to curl and rest on her shoulders. Her face was puffy, she had faint shadows under her eyes and a general disheveled look that wasn't like her at all.
"God, I did let myself go this past few weeks." she murmured, shaking her head.
She had changed. Well, she was eight weeks pregnant, that explained some things. Just wondering, Cortana lifted the hem of the t-shirt rolling it slowly over her belly, almost with reverence…
It was mostly flat, there was no much evidence of a pregnancy yet.
A little disappointed, she let out a long sigh. However, since she was fully aware of her state and it had been confirmed with a proper test, she'd been doing a lot of reading on the matter and she started to recognize some symptoms: her nipples and crotch area were more sensitive, the simple brush of fabric caused her pleasurable tickles. She needed to pee more frequently. Her breasts felt heavier, swollen. Discreetly, Cortana grabbed her breasts with both hands, to make a critical assessment. It felt good, the pressure of her own fingers on her skin made her crave another kind of touch, someone else's warmth.
All over her body and inside of her too. Filling her completely.
Cortana gasped and came back to her senses. Before anyone could enter the bathroom and see her fondling her own boobs, she dropped the act and straightened the t-shirt around her waist, tucking it inside the shorts. It was in the simple act of smoothing the fabric over her belly that she made an unusual discovery. Cortana pulled up the t-shirt and revealed her stomach again. She looked at her reflection more carefully this time, turning slightly to her side. Running exploratory fingers on her lower belly, she noticed it again.
A swelling. A kind of hardness that she hadn't felt before on her body.
Her eyes opened wide. "Oh my God." she whispered, excited.
There it was, a little baby bump. Little Bean, more real than ever.
Cortana's sight blurred, she chuckled and rubbed her palm flat over that spot under her bellybutton. A silly happiness overwhelmed her, she wanted to share it with someone that could understand how she felt and just be free to enjoy all the emotions. She wished for some support, most of all. A warm hug. A few words of comfort. Or even silence, but better if it was kind silence. No regrets or criticism.
She wanted to stop feeling guilty and embrace this little being growing in her.
She wanted someone to feel happy for her. Maybe even with her.
And just like that, the right person popped into her mind.
In a desperate rush, Cortana slipped into her rubber sandals, picked up her stuff and ran out of the shared bathrooms.
x.x.x.x.x
She entered the room like a tornado.
"Chief!" Cortana stood on the doorway, breathing heavily.
Her lips were parted in a huge smile, her whole face radiant.
She held a bundle of clothes on her hands, wearing bathing sandals with shorts and a t-shirt. Her hair was damp. He perceived the way her nipples stood out, right under the signet stamped on the front of the t-shirt. It was like a magnet, his eyes went to the heavy shape of her breasts defined by the fabric. It didn't help that the t-shirt was tucked inside her shorts, in a way that accentuated the curve of her waist and hips, her pale thighs and legs. Never before in his life the Master Chief had been so aware of a female body as much as he was at that moment. He inhaled, subtly, catching her sweet scent intensified by a rollercoaster of raw emotions.
Something had happened in the brief time she was away, because Cortana was excited, very excited.
"What's wrong?" he asked immediately, pushing himself to sit on the bed.
She chuckled, happily. "You got to see this!"
Cortana tossed the things she was carrying to the floor, annulling the distance between the door and the bed quickly. She pulled the t-shirt out of the shorts' waistband, exposing the bare, flat skin of her stomach.
"Do you see it?" she asked, smiling from ear to ear. "It's barely there, but…"
"What am I looking at, exactly?"
"The baby. It shows!"
That caught his attention completely. Cortana turned to her side, using her hand to rub under her bellybutton. He frowned. She looked… normal, to him. Smooth and firm like the last time he had touched her.
"I don't see anything."
"No? Well, it's still too small, but… okay, wait."
Cortana kicked off her sandals and climbed onto the bed, by his side. Standing on her knees and closer than he would recommend her to be, she pointed at her belly again. John leaned back a little, suddenly invaded by her smell of standard-issue soap and woman, so intense and mouth-watering…
"Do you see it now?"
He detected it, at last. A slight curve, not very noticeable but distinct, low on her hips. She pulled down the waistband of the shorts a little bit more, contouring with her fingers that bump she was so happy about.
The baby. It was such a foreign concept for him, until now.
John wasn't completely aware of its meaning, not in all of its depth. His instinct knew it was important, it was to be protected, but the little he knew about babies and children in general was narrow, almost a fantasy. And now there it was, Cortana showing off that little curve below her stomach, the promise of a legacy. Fragile, almost ethereal. An urge like no other possessed him, and before John could use the better judgement, his hand was already going straight to that bump, quickly, lying flat all over it, with his fingers spread to hold it better. So big in comparison with her small frame. Cortana gasped but didn't pull back.
After a few slow seconds, she slipped closer. Close enough to sneak an arm around his shoulders, inviting him to rest his temple on her breast. John's heart was racing, now. But he did it, he leaned into her human heat, closing his eyes, giving in to his enhanced senses.
He picked up the pulse, faint but fast, strong. Tiny, buried deep.
But it was right. And it felt so good.
A peace like no other invaded John, he stood still for a long while, just… processing.
"Do you feel it?" she asked, in a whisper. John sensed the smile in her voice. Her small hand cupped his, guiding him; the skin was soft and warm, but under it he could clearly feel a hardness, he didn't remember her abdomen being this rigid. He looked up and their eyes met. Her grin grew wider. "That's the baby! That's Little Bean in there!"
"Little Bean?"
"It's… what I'm going to call it until I can think of a better name." she whispered again, rubbing the back of his hand with her palm.
Looking straight into her eyes, John slid his free arm around her hips and with a gentle push led Cortana's knee to move so she would straddle his lap, standing now right in front of him. She didn't resist, didn't ask questions either. The smile faded a little from her lips, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, turning her features even more lovely.
They both knew that they should've kept their distance…
But it was so right, so natural.
John was tired of pushing back when all he wanted to do was to keep this woman close and safe. Without even thinking, the Spartan pressed his forehead right between her breasts, letting out a long sigh, and hugged her waist, pulling her soft form against his. He just let go for a minute or two, maybe more. Nothing in his head, just her proximity and the relief her sweet scent gave him. His heartrate eased down at last when Cortana relaxed in his hold and moved; now her fingers trembled a little, running softly up and down his scalp, sending delicious shivers through his spine. She touched the small port embedded on the nape of his neck, it tickled when her index traced the edges.
Maybe it was too much for her to bear, too.
"I want you to hold your baby." she said, barely a whisper, after a long silence.
The Master Chief pulled back from her warm embrace, concerned.
His baby.
His heart raced again when she said those words. His baby.
She called it his baby, not just hers.
Hands still resting on her hips, his inquisitive stare crawled all the way up to find her face, but it was his turn to hold back his breath and remain quiet. Her fingers were shaking, grazing his shoulders with the touch of a feather.
Cortana swallowed hard, her blue eyes looked… teary and haunted.
Sad. Desperate. She knew something he didn't.
"I want to see you holding your baby." she repeated and improved, her voice lower.
He saw the single tear roll down her cheek, honest, heartfelt. The Spartan registered the heat rising under his skin, violently, heart thundering in his ears by now. It was difficult to think with clarity, instinct was taking over with a rush of adrenaline out of control. She was saying strange things, the absolute opposite of their deal being over. John stared at her lips. Her scent was overwhelming, pregnant female and sadness and lust. His head was spinning. Everything spun, she was the only thing stable and constant. He didn't even feel the leg.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, desperately. She didn't want to let go.
"I... I don't want this to end, John." Cortana whispered, shaking her head a little.
His grip on her hips tightened.
"Me neither." John answered, his voice hoarse but confident.
A brief moment of uncertainty followed; none of them knew how to respond.
Things had been said, thoughts had been had. Intentions had been laid out.
And then…
All the little demons stirred at once.
Both lunged forward hastily, at the same time, their faces crashing into one another.
The Master Chief winced, either be because of the pain of his leg or because of the way their teeth clattered against each other when their lips collided. Cortana moaned, devouring his mouth with her expert touch. It was harsh and sloppy, breathtaking. Even violent. It was a long-held desire, she expressed it with ferocious intent and it didn't take John much to let loose and respond with equal or bigger intensity. Now it was his turn to attack.
Her tense hands cupped his face, he was clawing at her clothes.
It was painful, both in the ethereal and in the real sense of the word.
This could be the last time they would be together, this close.
The mere thought constrained John's heart, filling him with a kind of rage he'd never felt before. He growled under his breath when she bit him and suckled on his lips, slid her tongue between his teeth, forced his head to tilt upwards even more so she could deepen the kiss. It was driving him insane. He got a better hold of her waist and pulled Cortana closer, capturing her against his chest to go after the conquest of her mouth, instantly. Her hands roamed his shoulders, they broke apart for a second and in the next, their lips were locked again. John leaned back, forcing her to lay the length of her body all over him.
She moaned heatedly, delighted.
They had missed this. It was the most inappropriate of times, but they couldn't stop.
Cortana lashed her head back to breathe but the Spartan continued kissing her chin and throat, the side of her neck, pressing her against him, hungry for her warmth and scent. He buried a hand in her wet hair, the other one got a handful of her ass; John continued to kiss and nibble and breathe on her, on her soft skin and the sound of her throbbing blood. In the end, he wrapped her waist with both arms and, roughly pushing onto the small of her back, led Cortana to sink on his lap.
Right on top the growing evidence of his untamed desire for her.
Cortana gasped, looking into his darkened eyes. Well, it wasn't his fault that she made him rock-hard with little to no effort. But everything came to a stop when she pushed with both hands against his chest, to put some distance between them.
John froze, alert and assessing the expression on her delicate features.
"Seems like you're not as convalescent as we thought." Cortana muttered.
"Permission to speak freely, ma'am?" he requested, sharply.
Cortana nodded, although hesitant. Her chest was heaving too, her hair was a mess.
"Granted." she said.
Their breaths mixed, so close to one another. Just where they belonged.
"If you don't stop me now, I'm going to rip your clothes off and do as I please." John warned her, staring at her stunned face with the eyes of a demon. His voice was even lower than a growl. "Whether it is contemplated within mission parameters or not."
She gasped again. John felt a shiver roll down her body, under his fingers.
For several long, tortuous seconds, he thought she would refuse…
Cortana shook her head, slightly.
"I'm not going to stop you, John."
x.x.x.x.x
She said it.
Cortana had finally said the words to John. It didn't feel cruel. Little Bean wasn't just her baby anymore, it belonged to him as well. It was their child. Judging by the way John's pupils dilated when she repeated her wish, he had been waiting to hear something like that, to confirm what he already felt in his bones. All she had to do now, was to make it happen. Cortana still had no idea how everything would play out in the end, not completely, but she was determined to see it through, one way or another.
And when she gave him permission to break protocol again…
John responded with a faint, mischievous smirk.
Her stomach became a pit full of fire. Oh, she had missed that smirk. She knew what happened after. It was she who pulled the t-shirt above her head and off her body, rendering herself bare from the waist up before his hungry eyes. The garment fell off her fingers onto the floor, for an instant none of them moved. John's hands on her hips burned through the flimsy fabric of the shorts. The throb of her own blood inside her ears almost didn't let her think, at this point.
She belonged with him. To him. This man owned every inch of her.
It was so easy to see, and she'd been so stubborn and blind until now.
What was she supposed to do, without her Spartan?
Cortana shivered when she felt the heat of his breath on the valley between her breasts, then the burning print of a kiss. His rough hands traveled up her waist and ribs, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the way John brushed her collarbone and throat with his lips, rarely nibbling on her skin, until he buried his nose under her ear.
"You smell so good… better than ever." he hummed, inhaling deep against her neck. "It's the most amazing thing I've ever smelled in my life."
Her heart melted, beating faster. Cortana's innate response was to push against his lap, provoking him. John traced lazily the underside of her breasts with his thumbs, measuring them with his palms, feeling their weight and their warmth.
Maybe he was thinking that, someday, his baby would feed a plenty.
Cortana grinned, lost in the little fantasy.
"Your breasts are swollen." he growled, face buried in her bosom again.
"That's what you did to me." she whimpered, helpless. "It's your baby inside me, my body is changing."
She couldn't help herself, Cortana ground harder on the growing bulge of the sheets. Her back arched, inviting. The coarse tips of his thumbs found her nipples, his hands were big enough to engulf her breasts fully. She shivered under his touch and let her head fall back, her nails digging long, red lines all across his shoulders. John picked her up with just one arm and ripped the sheets off him, to sit her down on his lap again. Two thin layers of fabric separated them now: his briefs, her shorts. As she fell for another hungry kiss, John's fingers found the firm roundness of her ass; she squirmed like a cat in heat.
The Master Chief was getting impatient. He pulled roughly on the crotch of her shorts, thus finding the spot he desired to fill the most. Cortana moaned. Her skin was so sensitive, no underwear and already dripping wet.
So willing, defenseless under the scorching hot brush of his fingers.
"Please, John." she choked on another moan. "I need you."
She didn't have to beg him twice.
The next thing Cortana knew was that she was falling face first onto the sheets, close to the foot of the bed; John handled her roughly, flipping her over and away. She tried to stand on her elbows, but the pressure of his heavy hand between her shoulder blades made her desist. She froze, the thin hairs on the back of her neck bristled. The primal response was on point: he was crouching on top of her, now, like a predator about to claim the prey. The heat of his skin irradiated all over her back.
She felt him slip his thick fingers under the waistband of her shorts…
Cortana looked at him over her shoulder, intensely.
They both knew what was coming, in the next seconds and in the next hours.
"I promise you, this won't be the last time. I'll figure it out."
"This is all we have, now." his voice was a low rumble. "And right now, you're mine."
She raised her hips, to help. The shorts slid quickly down her thighs and calves, then disappeared. Cortana whimpered again. His lips drew a trail of fire starting at the small of her back up to her shoulder and ear, as John traced her spine with kisses and muffled words she couldn't make out right. Dazed in the heat of her own blood, Cortana mewled when he sneaked a hand under her chin and pulled her head back.
The snarl that came later almost made her mind explode: "Mine."
The grave vibrations of his tone hit the right nerves, sending another pleasurable shiver rolling down her anxious body. She pushed her rear up, writhing, lusting after the contact of his hot skin on hers. For some reason, John still refused to lay his powerful weight on her and give Cortana the relief she needed. That they both needed, judging for the hardness the erection he rubbed on her ass, still caught inside the briefs.
"Please." she pleaded again, the words came out ragged. "I've waited so long…"
"I know." he soothed her desperation with a kiss on her shoulder.
The gesture transpired the need to say 'me too', but Cortana understood.
John flipped her again to lay on her back now, facing him. He kept his injured leg to the side, barely bending the knee. Cortana saw a few dark spots on the blue bandage, stains of fresh blood. Worried, she found his steel-blue eyes and intended to ask him if he was in pain, but his huge hand on her neck and cheek prevented any word from coming out of her lips. At last, he decided to lower himself on top of her, pressing his hips and every other hard muscle against her smooth curves and valleys. Her trembling fingers glided down over his abdomen and below, to find the hem of his briefs, trying to pull them down.
The Spartan grabbed her wrist quickly, then pushed it away; something dangerous and raw boiled in the bottom of his eyes. Cortana caught the hint and desisted on her attempts, naked and vulnerable, completely under his spell.
And it was so damn good. She didn't have to hide her feelings anymore.
Resting on one elbow, John traced the shape of her parted lips, watching her every tiny reaction with the most intense attention. Time flew by slowly, drifting between the beats of their hearts and all the things they should've said to each other.
"My mate." John whispered, so low that she almost didn't hear.
Before she could reply anything, he was kissing her again. Her heart fluttered of pure joy. His lips were soft and sloppy, affectionate, in his honest and unskilled way. The same hand that had caressed her mouth was now running down her breast and side, contouring her waist and hip, trailing center towards the apex of her legs, leaving goosebumps on its wake. When Cortana felt his touch right in the hottest spot of her body, she moaned against John's kiss and arched her back, ready for more.
The language of her desire was very evident, at this point. She wanted it all, right then and there, no matter what. Anyone could come in, there were probably even cameras recording the room. And still, Cortana didn't care. Not even Elizabeth cared.
All she could think about, was him. John. The father of her child. Her Spartan.
The man that she loved, and that she was going to save.
He broke the contact and unexpectedly was on her neck, then going down between her breasts and her stomach, stopping right above her lower belly. Big and deadly and still, so, so careful. Cortana sighed deeply when John's hands seized her waist once more, and she smiled wide and happy when he kissed the small curve that meant so much for both. Again, he was mumbling something, she tried to hear but couldn't make out anything clear, only the rush of her own blood in her ears. The warm touch of his lips and his breath on her skin, the kind brush of his nose and cheek…
At last, a few words were discernible:
"My baby." John was saying, over and over.
Cortana felt the urge to cry, shocked and deeply moved. Her composure broke in half. A hundred tears swelled up and rolled down the corners of her eyes, in silence, as she ran her quivering fingers through John's hair. With that simple act, months of doubt and guilt washed off Cortana's heart, the heavy burden of her shameful actions lifted from her chest. They enjoyed the privilege of that brief peace, both lost in their own thoughts, free to let out the pent-up emotions.
How could she ever have thought that he wouldn't care?
They spent an uncertain amount of time still and close, lost in that intimate bubble.
Until he moved further down. His lips were now on her hipbone and beyond, his breath so hot that it blistered her sensitive skin. Then, there was this rough bite on her thigh, very, very close to her groin…
Stunned, Cortana raised her head to meet the Spartan's dark gaze.
"John…" she started, imploring.
"Mine." he breathed again, yearning.
The Sangheili called him demon for a reason, and right then and there it was showing: the mighty demon was crouching dangerously close to her sex, propping her legs onto his shoulders, pulling her closer. Everything burned again, all inside and around her, wherever that wicked man touched her. The tears vanished, she opened completely, yielding, inviting him. He wouldn't refuse.
They had to be one, again, forever.
"John, please…" Cortana sighed, closing her eyes.
The Master Chief stood on his knees and pulled her up with him, leveling her hips with his face. John's senses went into frenzy again. The scent was stronger between her legs, the clean musk of a female. Primal, raw. Her womanly essence sunk through his skin deep into his nerves. He attacked the source lapping and biting, exactly the way a distant memory told him to. John found the right place and buried his tongue inside, getting a deeper taste of her womanhood. She gasped a ragged moan, it made his inner demons go wild. His cock was twitching and protesting, hungry for attention. John ground his tongue flat against her clit, pushed, rubbed, sucked until she began to tremble in his arms.
He growled again, the rumbling of his deep voice made her eyes roll back.
Cortana never felt anything like it, a response so animal, visceral, coming directly from the depths of her soul. With half her body suspended in the air, she lost control of her body and let go, every muscle tensing up and sweltering. Her mind broke and the world crashed around her, shattering, writhing, invaded by an intense wave of primordial sensations.
The orgasm hit like a wave through her flesh, hard and fast, breathtaking.
Cortana could say she was seeing the stars in the edges of her vision, so far away and deep into her pleasure, that…
None of them heard the beep of the door's sensor, neither they saw the door opening.
But they did hear the scream: high pitched, dismayed.
Cortana snapped back to reality when the gritty sound speared through her brain; her dazed eyes regained focus quickly, searching for the source and there was someone at the door!
Everything happened so fast, from then on…
Cortana shrieked, horrified, coming down from her cloud of bliss. In her desperation, the only thing she could think of was to get away and hide her naked body; her legs flailed in the air. She ended up kicking John on the side of the face, on his chest and his wounded hip by accident as she plummeted to the bed, escaping from his grasp. He gasped in pain and jerked back, but…
What had been seen couldn't be unseen, by now.
The person standing on the open door was no other than Catherine Halsey herself.
x.x.x.x.x
When Elizabeth admitted that she had an arrangement with John to get pregnant with his child, Catherine Halsey was naïve enough to think that the extent of the deal was merely an exchange of genetic material in a small vase. He gave a few samples and voilà, she got herself a baby.
At least, that's how she had done it with Robert in the first place.
That was how Elizabeth herself came to be, inserted as a microscopic embryo right into her mother's womb after a successful in-vitro fertilization. Nothing more aseptic.
She understood that some emotional link was built, after all John had always been very protective of those he believed himself responsible for. She was carrying a baby of his flesh and blood. Then the Flood outbreak happened and, being in a high-risk situation depending on each other to stay alive, they got traumatized and codependent. It was nothing more than that, really. The good Doctor preferred to think of it in those terms, since John had always been the closest thing to a son she ever had until Miranda and then Elizabeth came to exist, and therefore he was sacred. He wasn't the one to blame.
She considered the Master Chief in this elevated level of purity, somewhat sanctity, undisturbed since his childhood right into his adult years. For Catherine Halsey, John-117 was an efficient, ruthless, well-trained and highly-skilled monk.
Her biggest accomplishment.
But when she saw that big, muscular and lustful demon with steel-blue eyes crawling over her daughter, Elizabeth sprawled on her back over the bed, gripping the sheets as she came hard under the corrupting influence of his tongue... well. It hit her then, at last. What they did to get Elizabeth pregnant hadn't been at all just an exchange of bodily fluids.
They had been fucking. Like mindless animals.
John had fucked her daughter, and he wanted to keep doing just that.
Halsey couldn't wrap her mind entirely around the concept, yet. John had a dominant, possessive streak well hidden under layers and layers of discipline and commitment to duty. He had sex with Elizabeth and it was something she allowed him to do, for some reason. It was a disaster. He would refuse to let her go, Halsey knew. They were both so tangled up in each other that it would take a lot of time to get him back on track, she would need to make a lot of adjustments to his implants and prescribe several types of medication to tone down his raging mating instinct. Because, if something aseptic could be said about it, was that he had gone into heat and had mated with her Elizabeth, that much was clear. It was merely a matter of instinct, in its purest form. When you have been stripped off your basic humanity, all that remains is a primal force driving you forward.
Halsey understood completely why her daughter was so attached to him, now.
The worst part? The mother had seen the signs but ignored them all.
After the incident with the Innie girl -and although his reputation on Halsey's eyes got a bit of a stain or two-, her favorite Spartan had become a model soldier. John-117 was the UNSC's poster boy, ever so perfect and inspiring.
The good Doctor shook her head, stunned. A disaster, indeed. Right after she had dealt with these two for good, a call to Osman was in order. John wasn't fit for duty. He had to be transferred to one of the black sites and rehabilitated, again.
Just like after that episode with the Innie girl.
She felt a sting of pain in her heart, remembering those events. It was hard for both, not just for John; it always hurt her to take extreme measures upon one of her Spartans, and with him everything hurt even more. Halsey wished it were as easy as wiping his memories away, but such technology didn't exist. She had to settle for the next best thing available: treatment. Extensive treatment. It would be difficult. Probably useless.
If she thought about it angry enough, then chemical castration would solve the problem and prevent from happening again. Except it was completely out of the question, for now; if Elizabeth had been right about something, it was about her plans to breed a new generation of genetically perfect Spartans using the best specimens available. With a little over fifty genetic samples in cold storage and less than a dozen SPARTAN-II still alive, the pool was narrow enough as it was. And besides, she couldn't castrate John. Making decisions while one was angry ended up in cruelty.
She had already taken enough away from all those kids.
Halsey just waited in the corridor until her daughter Elizabeth, deeply red on the face and now dressed in a white t-shirt and loose shorts, opened the door…
TO BE CONTINUED
GODDAMMIT! *rips hair off* Now MOM SAW THEM. I know, I'm being a total bitch with you guys, just be patient because there's a purpose to all of this :P the reward will be priceless. BUT BEFORE, a few salutations:
JUSTFORTHISONE you say it's cold where you live, I'm guessing you're from the southern hemisphere just like me. Am I right? LOL thank you very, very much for your effort, my friend! I'm very glad that you liked it :D Hope to see you around more!
My dear AJ, after that comment about Locke on chapter 6 I thought you were gone, but here you are! And you're not wrong, there's SOME foreshadowing to the story, it's relevant for a reason. You also know what John thinks of that ending: he won't give up, I promise. Thank you for sticking around!
Hopefully y'all enjoyed yourselves as much as I did driving them slowly into each other's arms again. These two are more tangled than your average headphones inside a tight pocket. Join us next week to know what mom is going to do about this *evil laughter* Please, feel free to share your rage with me, I know y'all want to kill me for this cliffhanger. Seriously, though, commentary is always appreciated, I love reading your reactions :3 Thank you for stopping by!