A/N: Well, I'm halfway done, and the chapters are getting progressively
shorter. I have reached complete indecision as to how I want this to end.
Maybe I shouldn't have picked my three favorite characters to do this with.
Any suggestions to help with my decision are more than welcome! Men are so
fun to completely confuse. ^-^.
Part: 5/10. We're halfway home, woo!
#5: PLAY
" Whatcha doin?" Jay sat down in the chair beside her, two cups of coffee in his hands, one which he offered to her. She accepted, grateful. Coffee had to be one of the human race's more noble achievements.
" Thinking." John hadn't been in her room when she awoke, and she had been wondering if the entire thing hadn't been an elaborate dream. If so them her subconscious was working overtime. She looked into her coffee cup, finding her stomach suddenly sour.
" Done yet?" he asked after a moment or two, and she raised her head, meeting his green eyes and feeling a thrum of electricity down her spine. She raised an eyebrow, but had already decided that sitting here wondering whether or not she'd behaved like a child in front of John or if it had been a dream was not going to solve anything.
" Yes, actually." He grinned, placed his empty cup on the table, and then frowned thoughtfully at hers, still mostly full. She rolled her eyes, lifted the mug, and chugged it. She slammed the mug onto the table, and grinned at the shocked look on his face.
" I've got to take you to a drinking contest sometime," he mumbled as she wiped the coffee off her upper lip. He thought of Wonder Woman's face after finding the recreation room filled with beer bottles, and decided that if he did take Shay to anything involving that much alcohol, he should probably keep it to himself. Greece must have been big on alcohol being evil, though he didn't remember ever learning that in school.
" What do you want, Flash?" she stood, stretching her arms and her wings. Her bruise was really aching today, and she grimaced and rubbed part of the purple mark.
" I've got a plan to cheer you up!" She arched an eyebrow, and he shot to his feet, dragging her in the general direction of the plane.
" I don't need to be cheered up." He turned to look at her, and did a surprisingly accurate imitation of her raising an eyebrow.
" Suuure, anyway, how would you like to go around the world somewhere around five minutes?" before she could answer they were at the plane, and he left the pilot's seat for her.
*
" You're going to have to be on my back," he had been staring for almost a minute, while she completed the landing procedures. They were somewhere in Smallville, which had plenty of field's to land the rather large plane in.
He pulled her from the plane, and then stood with his back to her, waiting. She sighed, and then jumped onto his back, arms around his neck, and legs around his waist. It reminded her of last night, and she forced the memory of John's body from her mind.
Relax. This was supposed to be fun. " Ready?" She arranged her wings to cut wind resistance, and nodded.
And then he took off. Laughter tore from her throat even as she tightened her hold on him for dear life. He'd run with her before, but it had never been all out. Everything passed by in a blur, the rush of air was cold, almost frigid, but the heat that radiated from his body kept her warm.
She couldn't track the time, she didn't even attempt to. After a while the salty air of the ocean surrounded them, and she grinned, moved her mouth close to his ears. " Hey Flash, hold on,"
" What?"
She unfurled her wings, and it was nothing like any other take off she'd ever experienced. The speed she was moving at propelled her upward like a bullet, and she was almost a hundred feet from where she'd been before she had to flap her wings for the first time.
Jay had twisted in her arms, till she held up under the arms, able to carry him due to his light body. She flew up the coast, hanging easily on the thermals that spiraled up from the water.
" It's beautiful, don't you think?" she loved flying over the ocean. The beat of the waves against the sand awed her. The music of an entire world could be heard if one listened. They didn't talk any after that, simply absorbed. Finally, she grew tired, and landed, somewhat awkwardly.
They tumbled, and she pulled her wings close so they wouldn't be damaged. The sand was soft and cushioning, and she was glad she hadn't attempted a water landing.
After regaining her equilibrium she carefully opened on eye, to find Jay staring down at her, his face only inches from his. He lay over her, hands planted on either side of her shoulders, and expression she couldn't read in his liquid green eyes.
She couldn't breathe, and she knew her cheeks were no longer red simply from the exertion of flying and laughter.
It seemed as though hours passed, and the hammering of her heart seemed to have drowned out the beat of the waves. He dipped his face closer to hers, glorious eyes half-lidded. She raised her head to meet him, brushing her lips softly against his.
He pushed against her, the kiss surprisingly slow.
Gulls cawed above them, and the heat that seeped from his body had warmed her all the way threw.
She pushed him off, scrambled away, nausea thick and heavy in her throat. Her body remembered to well John's hard chest, Jay's soft lips, both of their smiling eyes.
She stumbled into a standing position, her chest to tight for breath. Jay was in front of her, worried hands on face, in her hair. He was asking if she was all right, but the words wouldn't seem to form in her mouth.
" Flash," He stilled, looked at her, his hair a mess, his green eyes desperate. She shook her head, the pain in her chest blossoming.
" John," his face fell, and he half-turned, his hands falling away from her.
" Damnit," he swore, and before she could stop him sped away, kicking up a trail of sand that she couldn't bear to look at. She sank to her knees, and fought tears.
Part: 5/10. We're halfway home, woo!
#5: PLAY
" Whatcha doin?" Jay sat down in the chair beside her, two cups of coffee in his hands, one which he offered to her. She accepted, grateful. Coffee had to be one of the human race's more noble achievements.
" Thinking." John hadn't been in her room when she awoke, and she had been wondering if the entire thing hadn't been an elaborate dream. If so them her subconscious was working overtime. She looked into her coffee cup, finding her stomach suddenly sour.
" Done yet?" he asked after a moment or two, and she raised her head, meeting his green eyes and feeling a thrum of electricity down her spine. She raised an eyebrow, but had already decided that sitting here wondering whether or not she'd behaved like a child in front of John or if it had been a dream was not going to solve anything.
" Yes, actually." He grinned, placed his empty cup on the table, and then frowned thoughtfully at hers, still mostly full. She rolled her eyes, lifted the mug, and chugged it. She slammed the mug onto the table, and grinned at the shocked look on his face.
" I've got to take you to a drinking contest sometime," he mumbled as she wiped the coffee off her upper lip. He thought of Wonder Woman's face after finding the recreation room filled with beer bottles, and decided that if he did take Shay to anything involving that much alcohol, he should probably keep it to himself. Greece must have been big on alcohol being evil, though he didn't remember ever learning that in school.
" What do you want, Flash?" she stood, stretching her arms and her wings. Her bruise was really aching today, and she grimaced and rubbed part of the purple mark.
" I've got a plan to cheer you up!" She arched an eyebrow, and he shot to his feet, dragging her in the general direction of the plane.
" I don't need to be cheered up." He turned to look at her, and did a surprisingly accurate imitation of her raising an eyebrow.
" Suuure, anyway, how would you like to go around the world somewhere around five minutes?" before she could answer they were at the plane, and he left the pilot's seat for her.
*
" You're going to have to be on my back," he had been staring for almost a minute, while she completed the landing procedures. They were somewhere in Smallville, which had plenty of field's to land the rather large plane in.
He pulled her from the plane, and then stood with his back to her, waiting. She sighed, and then jumped onto his back, arms around his neck, and legs around his waist. It reminded her of last night, and she forced the memory of John's body from her mind.
Relax. This was supposed to be fun. " Ready?" She arranged her wings to cut wind resistance, and nodded.
And then he took off. Laughter tore from her throat even as she tightened her hold on him for dear life. He'd run with her before, but it had never been all out. Everything passed by in a blur, the rush of air was cold, almost frigid, but the heat that radiated from his body kept her warm.
She couldn't track the time, she didn't even attempt to. After a while the salty air of the ocean surrounded them, and she grinned, moved her mouth close to his ears. " Hey Flash, hold on,"
" What?"
She unfurled her wings, and it was nothing like any other take off she'd ever experienced. The speed she was moving at propelled her upward like a bullet, and she was almost a hundred feet from where she'd been before she had to flap her wings for the first time.
Jay had twisted in her arms, till she held up under the arms, able to carry him due to his light body. She flew up the coast, hanging easily on the thermals that spiraled up from the water.
" It's beautiful, don't you think?" she loved flying over the ocean. The beat of the waves against the sand awed her. The music of an entire world could be heard if one listened. They didn't talk any after that, simply absorbed. Finally, she grew tired, and landed, somewhat awkwardly.
They tumbled, and she pulled her wings close so they wouldn't be damaged. The sand was soft and cushioning, and she was glad she hadn't attempted a water landing.
After regaining her equilibrium she carefully opened on eye, to find Jay staring down at her, his face only inches from his. He lay over her, hands planted on either side of her shoulders, and expression she couldn't read in his liquid green eyes.
She couldn't breathe, and she knew her cheeks were no longer red simply from the exertion of flying and laughter.
It seemed as though hours passed, and the hammering of her heart seemed to have drowned out the beat of the waves. He dipped his face closer to hers, glorious eyes half-lidded. She raised her head to meet him, brushing her lips softly against his.
He pushed against her, the kiss surprisingly slow.
Gulls cawed above them, and the heat that seeped from his body had warmed her all the way threw.
She pushed him off, scrambled away, nausea thick and heavy in her throat. Her body remembered to well John's hard chest, Jay's soft lips, both of their smiling eyes.
She stumbled into a standing position, her chest to tight for breath. Jay was in front of her, worried hands on face, in her hair. He was asking if she was all right, but the words wouldn't seem to form in her mouth.
" Flash," He stilled, looked at her, his hair a mess, his green eyes desperate. She shook her head, the pain in her chest blossoming.
" John," his face fell, and he half-turned, his hands falling away from her.
" Damnit," he swore, and before she could stop him sped away, kicking up a trail of sand that she couldn't bear to look at. She sank to her knees, and fought tears.
