Title: Here with me
Author: Cristof Wagner
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the Real Adventures of Jonny Quest or the characters thereof. In short the charters and show belong to Hanna Barbera, but the plot belongs to me. I also do not own "Eyes on Me" by Faye Wong or "Here with me" by Dido. Never did, never will. Don't Sue! The short fragment of the poem at the beginning is from the intro to the RPG Werewolf: The Apocalypse, oh crap I don't own that either. Oh well, I glad I'm not making any money off of this.
Flashback
A dream cannot show
the truth it unfolds
until the sleeper...
wakens
The harsh light of the midday sun cascaded over the young Mr. Quest's sleeping form. As the light slowly penetrated the skin of his eyelids a bit he stirred, obviously being roused (albeit slowly) from his peaceful slumber. He began to remember fragments of the previous night's revelations and his eyes shot open only to find an empty space beside him where his love should rightfully have lain. "It must have been a dream" he thought and pulled a pillow from the side of the bed to his face to block the cruel reality of the midday light.
I didn't hear you leave, I wonder how am I still here
He continued to lay there silently cursing himself for waking up from such a beautiful dream. He pulled the pillow closer to his face. The smell of Jessie's hair awakened memories, not dreams but memories.
I don't want to move a thing, it might change
my memory, oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want
but I can't hide
As much as he wanted to stay in a half-dream state, he was losing the battle with reality. He was sadly reminded that he had been dreaming. Jessie didn't love him -how could she? "She deserves so much more" he thought "a perfect normal life, something I can't give her." He resigned himself to being a friend to her, but "I love you Jonny"
I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe
until you're resting here with me
I won't leave, I can't hide, I cannot be
until you're resting here with me
This was not how he wanted to be. Jonny of all people was not one to give up so easily, but she seemed to love him as a sister might love her brother. He wanted to find her and tell her that even if she could never love him he would love her 'til the day he died, but then he would have to face her everyday after and she would know. He couldn't face rejection from her-anyone but her. He could ask Hadji to find out how she felt about him, but he'd either give him some phrase equating face to face communication and possible rejection to some strange proverb or he'd ask her and come back with the news that Jessie would always see Jonny as a little brother shamelessly chasing after her attentions.
I don't want to call my friends, they might wake me
from this dream, and I can't leave this bed, risk
forgetting all that's been
Jonny finally roused himself from his childish persuit of she whom he would never possess. "As if anyone could ever truly possess a Goddess like her" he thought. He groggily pulled his bathrobe over his bare shoulders. He wanted to believe that she'd be there when he opened the door, but she wasn't. She wasn't there to confirm his dearest hopes and dreams. All that greeted him was silence. Jonny made his way downstairs, he smelled something quite unfamiliar being cooked.
When Jonny got to the kitchen a rather unfamiliar sight was waiting for him. Jessie was at the stove frying something up for lunch it seemed until Jonny got a better look at what she was cooking. Jessie was sauté-ing a heart.
Jessie jabbed a fork into the center of it and held it up to her lips about to take a bite. She noticed Jonny standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a look like she had sprouted two extra heads.
"What" she asked as she pointed toward his chest "You weren't going to need it"
He looked down to where his heart would be, only to find a gaping hole which seemed to emit a low pitiful moan.
Jonny awoke with a start and a stifled yell, pulling himself up into a sitting position, and rubbed at his eyes with his hands. Another dream. He looked at the clock. 4:37 am was displayed brightly in glowing red numbers.
A soft hand closed over Jonny's cheek and gently pushed his head back to the pillow beneath it. As his head lowered his eyes focused in on Jessie's. Jonny couldn't bear it any longer- not one second longer. He had to tell her.
"I had a dream just not-actually more like a nightmare, I realize that I have been fooling myself. I love you more than my own life, but..." he started, but in mid sentence he kissed Jessie softly on the lips just a moment.
Oh I am what I am, I do what I want, but I can't hide
I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe until,
you're resting here with me
"if you would rather be like a sister to me I understand. You have to understand Jessie whatever my mind is doing when I sleep you are the reason I wake up. You are my dream."
I won't leave, I can't hide I cannot be
until you're resting here with me
Jessie seemed to take it in for a moment, before she responded. "Jonny, of all the roles you have ever been to me... knight,...Questworld adversary,... friend" Jonny cringed inwardly a bit at the last one "Brother and martyr in the face of love were never among your options"
Jessie kissed his chest right above his heart, and set her head down there. Jonny seemed a bit confused at first but ultimately satisfied. This was the happiest moment of his entire life. Things were as they were meant to be. Standing at her side he would always be her knight. He looked down at her peacefully lying there, her head over his heart. He couldn't help but smile.
"Wipe that silly grin off your face. 'cuz Jonny if I have to reach up to your face and physically close your eyes you are going to be sorry, but you will sleep tonight."
"Night Jessie. I love you"
"I love you too Jonny"
--End of Chapter 2--
A/N: I might write a third chapter but it probably won't be a songfic.
Author: Cristof Wagner
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the Real Adventures of Jonny Quest or the characters thereof. In short the charters and show belong to Hanna Barbera, but the plot belongs to me. I also do not own "Eyes on Me" by Faye Wong or "Here with me" by Dido. Never did, never will. Don't Sue! The short fragment of the poem at the beginning is from the intro to the RPG Werewolf: The Apocalypse, oh crap I don't own that either. Oh well, I glad I'm not making any money off of this.
Flashback
A dream cannot show
the truth it unfolds
until the sleeper...
wakens
The harsh light of the midday sun cascaded over the young Mr. Quest's sleeping form. As the light slowly penetrated the skin of his eyelids a bit he stirred, obviously being roused (albeit slowly) from his peaceful slumber. He began to remember fragments of the previous night's revelations and his eyes shot open only to find an empty space beside him where his love should rightfully have lain. "It must have been a dream" he thought and pulled a pillow from the side of the bed to his face to block the cruel reality of the midday light.
I didn't hear you leave, I wonder how am I still here
He continued to lay there silently cursing himself for waking up from such a beautiful dream. He pulled the pillow closer to his face. The smell of Jessie's hair awakened memories, not dreams but memories.
I don't want to move a thing, it might change
my memory, oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want
but I can't hide
As much as he wanted to stay in a half-dream state, he was losing the battle with reality. He was sadly reminded that he had been dreaming. Jessie didn't love him -how could she? "She deserves so much more" he thought "a perfect normal life, something I can't give her." He resigned himself to being a friend to her, but "I love you Jonny"
I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe
until you're resting here with me
I won't leave, I can't hide, I cannot be
until you're resting here with me
This was not how he wanted to be. Jonny of all people was not one to give up so easily, but she seemed to love him as a sister might love her brother. He wanted to find her and tell her that even if she could never love him he would love her 'til the day he died, but then he would have to face her everyday after and she would know. He couldn't face rejection from her-anyone but her. He could ask Hadji to find out how she felt about him, but he'd either give him some phrase equating face to face communication and possible rejection to some strange proverb or he'd ask her and come back with the news that Jessie would always see Jonny as a little brother shamelessly chasing after her attentions.
I don't want to call my friends, they might wake me
from this dream, and I can't leave this bed, risk
forgetting all that's been
Jonny finally roused himself from his childish persuit of she whom he would never possess. "As if anyone could ever truly possess a Goddess like her" he thought. He groggily pulled his bathrobe over his bare shoulders. He wanted to believe that she'd be there when he opened the door, but she wasn't. She wasn't there to confirm his dearest hopes and dreams. All that greeted him was silence. Jonny made his way downstairs, he smelled something quite unfamiliar being cooked.
When Jonny got to the kitchen a rather unfamiliar sight was waiting for him. Jessie was at the stove frying something up for lunch it seemed until Jonny got a better look at what she was cooking. Jessie was sauté-ing a heart.
Jessie jabbed a fork into the center of it and held it up to her lips about to take a bite. She noticed Jonny standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a look like she had sprouted two extra heads.
"What" she asked as she pointed toward his chest "You weren't going to need it"
He looked down to where his heart would be, only to find a gaping hole which seemed to emit a low pitiful moan.
Jonny awoke with a start and a stifled yell, pulling himself up into a sitting position, and rubbed at his eyes with his hands. Another dream. He looked at the clock. 4:37 am was displayed brightly in glowing red numbers.
A soft hand closed over Jonny's cheek and gently pushed his head back to the pillow beneath it. As his head lowered his eyes focused in on Jessie's. Jonny couldn't bear it any longer- not one second longer. He had to tell her.
"I had a dream just not-actually more like a nightmare, I realize that I have been fooling myself. I love you more than my own life, but..." he started, but in mid sentence he kissed Jessie softly on the lips just a moment.
Oh I am what I am, I do what I want, but I can't hide
I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe until,
you're resting here with me
"if you would rather be like a sister to me I understand. You have to understand Jessie whatever my mind is doing when I sleep you are the reason I wake up. You are my dream."
I won't leave, I can't hide I cannot be
until you're resting here with me
Jessie seemed to take it in for a moment, before she responded. "Jonny, of all the roles you have ever been to me... knight,...Questworld adversary,... friend" Jonny cringed inwardly a bit at the last one "Brother and martyr in the face of love were never among your options"
Jessie kissed his chest right above his heart, and set her head down there. Jonny seemed a bit confused at first but ultimately satisfied. This was the happiest moment of his entire life. Things were as they were meant to be. Standing at her side he would always be her knight. He looked down at her peacefully lying there, her head over his heart. He couldn't help but smile.
"Wipe that silly grin off your face. 'cuz Jonny if I have to reach up to your face and physically close your eyes you are going to be sorry, but you will sleep tonight."
"Night Jessie. I love you"
"I love you too Jonny"
--End of Chapter 2--
A/N: I might write a third chapter but it probably won't be a songfic.
