----Disclaimer: I no own Evo, I only own Damia AKA Venus. Notes:
^^Thoughts^^ Telepathic speaking, (Aussie/Greek/French Translation). -----
Chapter Thirteen: No Good
Damia woke from her unconsciousness to find the concerned face of John at her side. He gave a relieved smile when she caught his attention.
"Hello Sleeping Beauty bout time you awoke." John smiled and kissed her hand. Damia could see the worry in his eyes. "How ya feelin?" he asked.
"Fine." She lied, she felt awful, but she wasn't about to let him no that.
John just nodded, knowing she was lying but didn't call her on it. "I'm so sorry love." He said.
She smiled and gave his hand a tight squeeze. "I know."
For a few minutes he just stared at her, fighting back his tears. He felt so horrible that he had hurt her again. She didn't deserve him at all, but yet she forgave him again. She was just so kind it was hard for him to say what he had to. "Love," he began taking in a deep breath.
"Yes?" she asked with a smile on her face.
"I think," he trailed off.
"You think?" she questioned, a bit concerned.
"I know," he trailed off yet again.
"Let it out John." She told him, her brow creased in worry.
"I don't think we should see each other any more." He managed to say then before letting her answer he stormed out of the room, leaving Damia in a state of alarm.
Her eyes blinked rapidly, thinking she had dreamt what John had just said. Her mind was spinning with the thought; questions of why stormed her brain. Finally she got herself out of bed, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top. She quickly slipped on her sandals and ran out the door.
Jean! she cried.
Damia are you alright. You're awake. How do you fe- Jean began.
Where's John? She interrupted.
What? I thought he was with you. She replied.
No, not anymore. Can you please find him? she asked her telepathic friend.
Sure hold on. Jean told her. There was no reply as to his whereabouts for a minute, which to her seemed like forever. Then Jean's voice came back to her brain. He's on the east end of the beach.
Thanks. Damia ended the telepathic conversation and ran.
She ran to the elevator pushing the down button constantly until the metal doors opened. She rushed in and tapped her left foot impatiently for the metal box to take her down. Finally the doors opened and she rushed out of the elevator bumping into more than a few people along the way, but she didn't care she had to get to John. At last she was running along the sand of the eastern side of the beach. She held her speed until she found a figure that she knew; John.
"John." She said timidly.
His back was turned to her, and she saw that he was breathing heavily. He turned around and she could see the tears running down his face. Quickly he whipped then away with his hand. "What are you doing he-?" he was cut off by her hand over his mouth silencing him.
"Why do you want us to separate?" She asked her face filled with a mixture of shock and sadness. "I love you, but if you don't feel the same way anymore just tell me and I will leave."
John shook his head rapidly. "No that's not it." He put his hand on her shoulders and gazed into her green eyes. "I just can't stand the fact of hurting you again. I mean I don't deserve it, you don't deserve it. I'm no good Damia; none what so ever. I couldn't bear it if I hurt you, I love you and I would rather die than see you hurt ever again. You have had enough of your share of pain, and I just can't bring you more."
Damia could feel the wet salty tears begin to run across her cheeks, and her face begin to flush. "Oh John." She wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace. "You are good for me." She pulled back and locked his eyes with hers and stated seriously "You are. Please don't leave."
John gave a weak smile. "But if I hurt you I coul-." Again he was interrupted.
"This would hurt so much more." She told him.
He sighed. "Can you forgive me for again being so stupid?"
She shook her head, causing him to be worried for a few seconds before she said. "No I'll not forgive you for loving me."
He smiled and embraced her again, but this time their lips met in an adoring kiss.
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The X-men team stood at the arrival gate to their plane, saying their last good-byes. Alex promised to come and visit, as well did Marina who hadn't accepted John but hadn't turned him away either. She was neutral on her opinion of him, and both Damia and John thought that was better than nothing.
Alex said his good-byes to each team member. When he reached Damia he gave her a smile. "It was great meeting you Damia." He told her.
"As it was you." She smiled and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
His face automatically turned a bright shade of pink as he just looked at her speechless. She giggled and patted his head playfully.
As they boarded the gate Alex regained his voice, yelling out to Damia "If you ever get tired of the Aussie you know my number!"
Damia laughed and waved to him from distance between them. "I'll remember that!" She called back.
Alex saw John's evil glare as he cried "Not in this lifetime mate!" And with that the X-men entered the plane taking them back to New York.
When everyone got into their appropriate seats, Rogue let out a huge groan as she plopped down next to John. "Oh Gawd not again!" she cried as she sat down. She turned a pleading eye to her friends. "Anyone want ta switch seats?" Each one let out a 'no' and she moaned in displease. Again she would be having to a next to a puking John, in a small space that smelled like meatloaf. This was just not Rogue's day for flying the skies. So when the announcement came on to fasten your belts and trays in an upright position she put on her head phones; turning the volume on high preparing herself for a long ride home.
-----Well, I hoped you enjoyed the story. I know I did, and it helped a lot with such great reviews. But don't worry I doubt that will be the last story of Damia and John. You know how those muses are. *Glares at Luke* Well thanks so much to you all! Love, Peace and Happiness! ~Alana------
Chapter Thirteen: No Good
Damia woke from her unconsciousness to find the concerned face of John at her side. He gave a relieved smile when she caught his attention.
"Hello Sleeping Beauty bout time you awoke." John smiled and kissed her hand. Damia could see the worry in his eyes. "How ya feelin?" he asked.
"Fine." She lied, she felt awful, but she wasn't about to let him no that.
John just nodded, knowing she was lying but didn't call her on it. "I'm so sorry love." He said.
She smiled and gave his hand a tight squeeze. "I know."
For a few minutes he just stared at her, fighting back his tears. He felt so horrible that he had hurt her again. She didn't deserve him at all, but yet she forgave him again. She was just so kind it was hard for him to say what he had to. "Love," he began taking in a deep breath.
"Yes?" she asked with a smile on her face.
"I think," he trailed off.
"You think?" she questioned, a bit concerned.
"I know," he trailed off yet again.
"Let it out John." She told him, her brow creased in worry.
"I don't think we should see each other any more." He managed to say then before letting her answer he stormed out of the room, leaving Damia in a state of alarm.
Her eyes blinked rapidly, thinking she had dreamt what John had just said. Her mind was spinning with the thought; questions of why stormed her brain. Finally she got herself out of bed, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top. She quickly slipped on her sandals and ran out the door.
Jean! she cried.
Damia are you alright. You're awake. How do you fe- Jean began.
Where's John? She interrupted.
What? I thought he was with you. She replied.
No, not anymore. Can you please find him? she asked her telepathic friend.
Sure hold on. Jean told her. There was no reply as to his whereabouts for a minute, which to her seemed like forever. Then Jean's voice came back to her brain. He's on the east end of the beach.
Thanks. Damia ended the telepathic conversation and ran.
She ran to the elevator pushing the down button constantly until the metal doors opened. She rushed in and tapped her left foot impatiently for the metal box to take her down. Finally the doors opened and she rushed out of the elevator bumping into more than a few people along the way, but she didn't care she had to get to John. At last she was running along the sand of the eastern side of the beach. She held her speed until she found a figure that she knew; John.
"John." She said timidly.
His back was turned to her, and she saw that he was breathing heavily. He turned around and she could see the tears running down his face. Quickly he whipped then away with his hand. "What are you doing he-?" he was cut off by her hand over his mouth silencing him.
"Why do you want us to separate?" She asked her face filled with a mixture of shock and sadness. "I love you, but if you don't feel the same way anymore just tell me and I will leave."
John shook his head rapidly. "No that's not it." He put his hand on her shoulders and gazed into her green eyes. "I just can't stand the fact of hurting you again. I mean I don't deserve it, you don't deserve it. I'm no good Damia; none what so ever. I couldn't bear it if I hurt you, I love you and I would rather die than see you hurt ever again. You have had enough of your share of pain, and I just can't bring you more."
Damia could feel the wet salty tears begin to run across her cheeks, and her face begin to flush. "Oh John." She wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace. "You are good for me." She pulled back and locked his eyes with hers and stated seriously "You are. Please don't leave."
John gave a weak smile. "But if I hurt you I coul-." Again he was interrupted.
"This would hurt so much more." She told him.
He sighed. "Can you forgive me for again being so stupid?"
She shook her head, causing him to be worried for a few seconds before she said. "No I'll not forgive you for loving me."
He smiled and embraced her again, but this time their lips met in an adoring kiss.
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The X-men team stood at the arrival gate to their plane, saying their last good-byes. Alex promised to come and visit, as well did Marina who hadn't accepted John but hadn't turned him away either. She was neutral on her opinion of him, and both Damia and John thought that was better than nothing.
Alex said his good-byes to each team member. When he reached Damia he gave her a smile. "It was great meeting you Damia." He told her.
"As it was you." She smiled and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
His face automatically turned a bright shade of pink as he just looked at her speechless. She giggled and patted his head playfully.
As they boarded the gate Alex regained his voice, yelling out to Damia "If you ever get tired of the Aussie you know my number!"
Damia laughed and waved to him from distance between them. "I'll remember that!" She called back.
Alex saw John's evil glare as he cried "Not in this lifetime mate!" And with that the X-men entered the plane taking them back to New York.
When everyone got into their appropriate seats, Rogue let out a huge groan as she plopped down next to John. "Oh Gawd not again!" she cried as she sat down. She turned a pleading eye to her friends. "Anyone want ta switch seats?" Each one let out a 'no' and she moaned in displease. Again she would be having to a next to a puking John, in a small space that smelled like meatloaf. This was just not Rogue's day for flying the skies. So when the announcement came on to fasten your belts and trays in an upright position she put on her head phones; turning the volume on high preparing herself for a long ride home.
-----Well, I hoped you enjoyed the story. I know I did, and it helped a lot with such great reviews. But don't worry I doubt that will be the last story of Damia and John. You know how those muses are. *Glares at Luke* Well thanks so much to you all! Love, Peace and Happiness! ~Alana------