The last bit (er- for now, anyway) of my JtHM/NMBC fic. I kinda like the ending of this
(you'll have to have read the comics to understand it at all), and I rarely like anything I write.
-katie

He walked up slowly behind her, silent as Death. A knife was stuck in his boot, ready at a
moment's notice. His plan was formed so clearly in his mind. . . She wouldn't know what hit
her. No idea. . . .
He cleared his throat. "A-hem."
She whirled around quickly. A look of fear and
(pain?)
anger plastered on her face. "No!" she gasped quietly, the ominous dark swallowing up her plea.
He smiled, grinned. She hadn't the slightest clue. Her eyes bulged. His hands were behind his
back, holding something.
(how dare he?)
How dare he do what?
(kill you, you foolish girl)
"Wouldn't!" she gasped out loud to herself.
He grinned. "I wouldn't? You thought I was too weak to try again? Is that what you
thought?" He began to pull
(the knife)
whatever it was that he had out from behind his back. She moaned worriedly. Of course
he would do it! He was crazy! Of course he would do it where they
(fell in love?)
went on their first and only date.
He pulled his hand out from behind his thin back. Oh, God, here it comes, he's going to--

Johnny bowed his head, and held the single, beautiful (if not a tiny bit wilted) rose. The
end was neatly
(sliced? knife, slice, knife)
snipped. His head remained bowed and he motionless. So. This is what he had meant
when he said he would try again.

My dearest friend,
If you don't mind,
I'd like to join you
By your side. . .

"I don't know weather to mace you, or do something sickeningly sweet, like hug you,"
muttered Devi to Johnny as they stared down on the city, much as they had years ago.
"Well, I'm not sure if I'd particulary enjoy one or the other. I came simply to sit and talk.
And look." He gestured to the city, lit up brightly.
"And the rose was something you just found on the side of the road," she commented
flatly.
"Actually, in the garden a few doors down. I figured that the residents of the house
wouldn't miss it. It was nearly dead."
"Uh-huh." She was disbelieving.
No matter, he thought to himself. He was not one to be believed, after what had
happened between them. He turned his eyes back to the cityscape and the lovely sky. Maybe he
liked it better when she didn't believe him. It was the way it had always been, and change is not
always a good thing. Not always.
(right?)

Where we can gaze
Into the stars,
And sit together,
Now and forever.

Devi shifted her eyes toward Johnny, sitting contemplatively on the hood of her car, old thing
that it was. He was staring at the sky, faint traces of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
His eyes flicked to her every now and then and quickly back to the lights. The grin tugged
harder, though he fought it.
(don'tsmiledon'tsmiledon'tsmile DON'T FEEL ANYTHING)
He smiled. It was not a manic grin, either. It was a genuine smile of being happy and
alone, and yet not solitary. Devi also realized that she was smiling. It couldn't be helped. The
look that lit up Johnny's face seemed to make him seem years younger, a teenage kid again.
Except without the acne. Heh. A contented sigh escaped her lungs.

He turned his head and looked at her directly this time. "Devi?"
"Yes, Johnny?"
". . . . I'm happy."

For it is plain
As anyone can see:
We're simply
Meant to be.