Author's note: This is the last and final chapter of 'Crimson Angel'.
Basically a lot of fluffiness. Maybe I'll write a sequel if you guys
want.... I dunno. So ummm here's chapter 19 remember to review if you want
a sequel.
****I know this isn't probably what most of you expected. But don't worry I'm definitely writing a sequel to this fic. Hopefully all your questions will be answered in the next fic. I would give little hits about the next ummm part? But what's the fun in that? I love keeping you guys in suspense *laughs evilly* J/K! I actually can't stand cliffhanger endings. Oh and special thank yous to Tora Tigress and Ali (Read both of your stories about the 'Princess Diaries'..... which totally ROCKED!!!!!) you guys really inspired me to keep writing. ****
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Chapter 19
Jean stared out of the window to the loft. Everything was so high up and the ground looked so far away. Now Jean understood why Clark came to the Fortress of Solitude so often. It was a place to be alone and think, to sort out your life.
She kept her gaze outside the window, "I know I owe you an explanation about what.." she paused, "what happened....." Jean closed her eyes tightly and sighted. **Please don't think I'm a freak. **
Jean lowered her head, shifting her gaze to the ground, her expression crestfallen and sullen.
"I was born with something called the x-gene.....I have these gifts that....." She rocked back and forth nervously, avoiding his thoughtful gaze. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that... Is that.... I'm a..... a..... Mutant."
The never-ending silence that seemed to be hovering over them thickened, both waiting for each other's response, unsure of what to say next.
It was Jean who finally broke the silence. "When I was six years old, I had gone over to play at a friend's house. I threw the ball to her, and it bounced into the street." Jean sighed. "She ran after it...... and didn't see the car. By the time I had realized what had happened, it was too late. The street was stained with a massive pool of blood. I remember kneeling at her side, talking to her, telling her it was going to be alright." Her eyes were still fixed on the same spot on the floor.
The sunlight reflected off of her hair and face, making her appear angelic.
"That's when I first realized that I could read other people's thoughts."
Clark sunk deeper into his spot on the couch and stared blankly at the girl who he thought he knew SO well. Jean just seemed so happy and carefree, like nothing ever bothered her. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he wouldn't have believed that she was, well, different...... She hid her abilities well.
"I 'heard' everything she was thinking before she died." She fought back a sob, trying to restrain her voice from breaking, "and..... I.... I....."
Clark got up and walked over to the traumatized girl.
"Hey, it's okay." He whispered softly, wrapping his arms around her. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
She closed her eyes, steering clear of his sympathetic look.
"I guess I didn't want you to think I was," she paused "a freak?"
A single tear escaped onto her cheek.
"I just... I didn't...." The tears that she had fought so hard to hold back dribbled down the side of her face. " I mean.... now...." she let out a shaky breath, "now..... you know..... about me.... and....." Jean was desperately trying to keep her voice from breaking. "I thought that......" She finally gave up and relaxed into his embrace, sobbing uncontrollably on his shoulder.
**What's wrong with me? When have I ever been so emotional? But being in his arms just feels, so right. ** Jean thought to herself.
"You thought that I would think any different of you just because you're a mutant?" Clark lifted her chin slowly, looking deeply into her glossy green eyes.
"Yeah, I guess." Jean said, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, "I was expecting your reaction to be different."
Clark smiled and ran his fingers through her fiery red hair, "You're not the only one with a secret."
Clark went on to tell her about how he came to earth in the meteor shower of '89, about his abilities, and how he blamed himself for the death of Lana's parents, as well as the many meteor incidents that happened in Smallville.
**So that explains why I couldn't read his mind. ** Jean smiled lightly.
"Clark you can't blame yourself for everything that happens in this town. I'm betting that whoever sent you here to earth was only thinking of your own well-being.
"Yeah," he shrugged, " no matter how may times you or my parents tell me it wasn't my fault. I can't help but consider the obvious possibility that it is."
Jean tightened her embrace around him. "Someone once told me, no one can change your past but you hold the key to your future, or something like that. What I'm trying to say is that, you can't blame yourself for something that was out of your control. I mean it's not like you actually told the meteors to demolish the town.... Like everyone else you were a victim too just... in a different way."
**I must have sounded pretty pathetic. ** As much as Jean tried giving advice, sometimes she was appalled by her own sappiness.
He stared deeply into the pools of emerald green that were her eyes. How was it possible that she knew so much about him, everything that she had said or done...... he could relate to, comprehend. Jean understood what it was like to be different, to be misunderstood.
"Thanks." Clark whispered still entranced by her eyes.
Jean tried to repress an unsteady breath. This was the part in most medieval romance novels where the dragon had been slayed, the gallant knight had come to whisk the damsel in distress away to safety, and now they would live together in perfect love and adoration.
"For what?" Jean said matching his tone perfectly. Their lips were dangerously close to each other's.
"For understanding." Clark closed the gap between them, kissing her gently.
Jean returned the gesture, kissing him back. She felt her knees buckling from underneath her, secretly praying that this wasn't a dream.
Unwillingly breaking the kiss, she settled back into his embrace.
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Finally each had the other to confide in, to confer their deepest and darkest secrets. Neither caring about what they could and could not do. They had each other and that was all they needed.
~FIN~
**Yeah the ending pretty much sucked! But uh, yeah. I seriously didn't like it. I dunno what I was thinking. Oh well like I told you guys before I totally suck at writing romance fics. But thank you all for being so kind and supportive.
Look for 'Trouble in Paradise' the sequel to 'Crimson Angel' coming soon. I've always wanted to say that. *smiles* Hasta mañana amigos! **
****I know this isn't probably what most of you expected. But don't worry I'm definitely writing a sequel to this fic. Hopefully all your questions will be answered in the next fic. I would give little hits about the next ummm part? But what's the fun in that? I love keeping you guys in suspense *laughs evilly* J/K! I actually can't stand cliffhanger endings. Oh and special thank yous to Tora Tigress and Ali (Read both of your stories about the 'Princess Diaries'..... which totally ROCKED!!!!!) you guys really inspired me to keep writing. ****
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Chapter 19
Jean stared out of the window to the loft. Everything was so high up and the ground looked so far away. Now Jean understood why Clark came to the Fortress of Solitude so often. It was a place to be alone and think, to sort out your life.
She kept her gaze outside the window, "I know I owe you an explanation about what.." she paused, "what happened....." Jean closed her eyes tightly and sighted. **Please don't think I'm a freak. **
Jean lowered her head, shifting her gaze to the ground, her expression crestfallen and sullen.
"I was born with something called the x-gene.....I have these gifts that....." She rocked back and forth nervously, avoiding his thoughtful gaze. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that... Is that.... I'm a..... a..... Mutant."
The never-ending silence that seemed to be hovering over them thickened, both waiting for each other's response, unsure of what to say next.
It was Jean who finally broke the silence. "When I was six years old, I had gone over to play at a friend's house. I threw the ball to her, and it bounced into the street." Jean sighed. "She ran after it...... and didn't see the car. By the time I had realized what had happened, it was too late. The street was stained with a massive pool of blood. I remember kneeling at her side, talking to her, telling her it was going to be alright." Her eyes were still fixed on the same spot on the floor.
The sunlight reflected off of her hair and face, making her appear angelic.
"That's when I first realized that I could read other people's thoughts."
Clark sunk deeper into his spot on the couch and stared blankly at the girl who he thought he knew SO well. Jean just seemed so happy and carefree, like nothing ever bothered her. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he wouldn't have believed that she was, well, different...... She hid her abilities well.
"I 'heard' everything she was thinking before she died." She fought back a sob, trying to restrain her voice from breaking, "and..... I.... I....."
Clark got up and walked over to the traumatized girl.
"Hey, it's okay." He whispered softly, wrapping his arms around her. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
She closed her eyes, steering clear of his sympathetic look.
"I guess I didn't want you to think I was," she paused "a freak?"
A single tear escaped onto her cheek.
"I just... I didn't...." The tears that she had fought so hard to hold back dribbled down the side of her face. " I mean.... now...." she let out a shaky breath, "now..... you know..... about me.... and....." Jean was desperately trying to keep her voice from breaking. "I thought that......" She finally gave up and relaxed into his embrace, sobbing uncontrollably on his shoulder.
**What's wrong with me? When have I ever been so emotional? But being in his arms just feels, so right. ** Jean thought to herself.
"You thought that I would think any different of you just because you're a mutant?" Clark lifted her chin slowly, looking deeply into her glossy green eyes.
"Yeah, I guess." Jean said, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, "I was expecting your reaction to be different."
Clark smiled and ran his fingers through her fiery red hair, "You're not the only one with a secret."
Clark went on to tell her about how he came to earth in the meteor shower of '89, about his abilities, and how he blamed himself for the death of Lana's parents, as well as the many meteor incidents that happened in Smallville.
**So that explains why I couldn't read his mind. ** Jean smiled lightly.
"Clark you can't blame yourself for everything that happens in this town. I'm betting that whoever sent you here to earth was only thinking of your own well-being.
"Yeah," he shrugged, " no matter how may times you or my parents tell me it wasn't my fault. I can't help but consider the obvious possibility that it is."
Jean tightened her embrace around him. "Someone once told me, no one can change your past but you hold the key to your future, or something like that. What I'm trying to say is that, you can't blame yourself for something that was out of your control. I mean it's not like you actually told the meteors to demolish the town.... Like everyone else you were a victim too just... in a different way."
**I must have sounded pretty pathetic. ** As much as Jean tried giving advice, sometimes she was appalled by her own sappiness.
He stared deeply into the pools of emerald green that were her eyes. How was it possible that she knew so much about him, everything that she had said or done...... he could relate to, comprehend. Jean understood what it was like to be different, to be misunderstood.
"Thanks." Clark whispered still entranced by her eyes.
Jean tried to repress an unsteady breath. This was the part in most medieval romance novels where the dragon had been slayed, the gallant knight had come to whisk the damsel in distress away to safety, and now they would live together in perfect love and adoration.
"For what?" Jean said matching his tone perfectly. Their lips were dangerously close to each other's.
"For understanding." Clark closed the gap between them, kissing her gently.
Jean returned the gesture, kissing him back. She felt her knees buckling from underneath her, secretly praying that this wasn't a dream.
Unwillingly breaking the kiss, she settled back into his embrace.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Finally each had the other to confide in, to confer their deepest and darkest secrets. Neither caring about what they could and could not do. They had each other and that was all they needed.
~FIN~
**Yeah the ending pretty much sucked! But uh, yeah. I seriously didn't like it. I dunno what I was thinking. Oh well like I told you guys before I totally suck at writing romance fics. But thank you all for being so kind and supportive.
Look for 'Trouble in Paradise' the sequel to 'Crimson Angel' coming soon. I've always wanted to say that. *smiles* Hasta mañana amigos! **