I don't own "Working My Way Back to You" by Frankie Valli; I don't own the "Jackie Chan Adventures" cartoon. Probably one more chapter after this, and I'll be done.
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'Wake up, Valmont.' A feminine voice murmured. His eyes opened up, to see a girl with white hair, dressed in white robes floating above his body, sitting cross-legged. She spoke again, though her lips did not move. 'They think you are dead. You must show them that you are not.'
'What? Where the heck am I?' Valmont demanded mentally, trying to sit up, but his wounded body would not allow it.
'You are in the hospital. They declared you dead just an hour ago.' The girl explained. 'You must work hard to prove that you are alive, and that you will continue to live.'
'Why should I?' Valmont thought miserably, closing his eyes.
'There is one who cannot endure the thought of your death. It is for him that I have restored your life.' The angel replied. Valmont's eyes flew open, but the girl was gone.
/Working my way back to you babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you babe
With a happiness that died
I let it get away, paying every day/
A nurse entered the room, to check on Valmont. When she saw his open eyes, and heard the beeping of the heart monitor, she screamed.
"He's alive, doctor!" She yelled, "Get in here quick! He's alive!"
All the action afterwards made Valmont sick. He didn't pay attention to anything said, to him or otherwise, until everything calmed down.
They were going to take him off of life support. In a week, he was to start seeing the psychiatrist in the building everyday for an hour, then go to physical therapy. Sundays were the only days that he didn't have an appointment with the analyst, so he spent the extra hour writing to Jackie. Whether the letters were actually sent or not, Valmont didn't know.
The main reason he wrote was to let Jackie know that soon after he recovered, Valmont was to be sent to a high-security prison in Virginia. If Jackie knew he was alive and where he was, certainly there would be a chance to patch things up.
/When you were so in love with me
I played around like I was free
Thought I could have my cake and eat it too
Oh how I cried over losing you /
As the weeks went past, Valmont gained more enough strength in his legs to stand on his own. The doctors tried to get him to walk, but he was unable to. Frustration began to set in.
What was worse, the white girl invaded all of his dreams.
'Why do I have to be tormented like this?' Valmont demanded. The youngster did not answer, so again he asked, 'Why won't you just leave me alone?'
'You must pay for what you have done to the one who loves you. I am here to remind you of your offenses against him.' The girl said finally. 'Until he forgives you, I will not be able to leave.'
/For every day I made you cry
I'm paying girl 'til the day that I die
I'll keep working my way back to you babe
With a burning love inside
I'm working my way back to you babe
With a happiness that died
I let it get away, payin' every day/
The guilt drove Valmont to work harder, and he was able make it to the end of the bars. His guilt was almost unbearable; Valmont was forced to come to terms with the fact that he had caused Jackie more pain that he had ever admitted to himself before. Of all his lovers, Jackie was the only one he really loved. All the others had merely been fun and games.
The problem was, however, that every attempt to get in contact with Jackie failed. No one was willing to help him, regardless of what he said or did. Valmont was beginning to get frustrated, and the psychiatrist noticed this.
"Why is it so important for you to get in touch with this man?" The shrink interrogated.
"That's none of your business!" Valmont griped, staring the man in the eye. "What's important is that I be able to speak with him!"
"Is he the reason that you tried to commit suicide?" The other man questioned, and Valmont groaned in anger.
"Will you stop trying to analyze me for just five minutes?" Valmont demanded, "I have to talk with Jackie!" The doctor looked disapprovingly over his glasses at Valmont. That was as far as the conversation ever went, though the doctor often tried to get Valmont to talk more about it.
/I used to love to make you cry
It made me feel like a man inside
But if I'd been a man in reality
You'd still be here babe lovin' me/
'Do you remember how you hurt him?' The girl asked. The frustrating thing was that she was no longer confined to Valmont's dreams. He was struggling to walk when she came to him, and though he could not see her, the girl's voice was just as strong as ever.
'Not now...' He seethed in his mind. 'If there's anything I need right now, it certainly isn't this.'
'You slept with him one night. Then when he fell asleep, you left him. The next time he saw you, you were with another man.' The girl reminded him. 'There are other things--'
'Shut up!' Valmont commanded silently, forcing his foot forward, 'Shut the fuck up!'
'Doesn't matter. Now is your chance to apologize.' The girl murmured. Valmont looked up, and was surprised to see a black haired archeologist standing in front of him, looking dazed. Poor Jackie looked as though he hadn't slept in weeks, and his hair was more of a mess than usual.
"Jackie!" Valmont yelled, letting go of the bars. He managed to take a couple of steps before falling onto the other man.
"Valmont?" Jackie murmured softly, "You're alive?"
"It's a long story." Valmont grinned, fighting to regain his balance.
/Now the nights are long and lonely
And I'm not too strong babe I just miss you so
And you're too proud, won't give in
But when I think about all I could win/
Valmont was given an hour to talk to Jackie. That hardly seemed adequate in Valmont's mind, but he would take what he got. The two sat on Valmont's bed in silence.
"I got your letters." Jackie murmured softly.
"Don't worry. I'll find a way out of going to prison." Valmont reassured him. Jackie flinched at this, and Valmont understood why, but ignored it. "Jackie, I'm sorry." It had been the first heart-felt apology that Valmont had ever made in his life.
"You've said that before." Jackie stated, not bothering to look Valmont in the eyes. Valmont sighed angrily, wishing he could force Jackie to understand.
"You don't get it, do you Chan?" He growled. "I have been plagued these past few months because of you."
Jackie looked at him in timid disbelief. "Plagued because of me?"
/I keep working my way back to you babe
With a burning love inside
I'm working my way back to you babe
With a happiness that died/
"My mind keeps going over what I've done to you..." Valmont glared at the floor irritably. "I don't care what it takes, Chan. I'm going to get you back." He felt Jackie's arm slip into his.
"I'm sure you will." Jackie replied, resting his head on Valmont's shoulder. Valmont looked at him and smiled softly.
"Jackie?" He asked. The only reply was a snore.
'Let him sleep.' The girl's voice said. 'And don't worry about going to Virginia. It's one step closer to where you need to be.'
'I though you were leaving.' Valmont thought indifferently, slipping his arm out of Jackie's, and wrapping it around the his waist.
'I will. Jackie has made up his mind to forgive you when he wakes.'
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'Wake up, Valmont.' A feminine voice murmured. His eyes opened up, to see a girl with white hair, dressed in white robes floating above his body, sitting cross-legged. She spoke again, though her lips did not move. 'They think you are dead. You must show them that you are not.'
'What? Where the heck am I?' Valmont demanded mentally, trying to sit up, but his wounded body would not allow it.
'You are in the hospital. They declared you dead just an hour ago.' The girl explained. 'You must work hard to prove that you are alive, and that you will continue to live.'
'Why should I?' Valmont thought miserably, closing his eyes.
'There is one who cannot endure the thought of your death. It is for him that I have restored your life.' The angel replied. Valmont's eyes flew open, but the girl was gone.
/Working my way back to you babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you babe
With a happiness that died
I let it get away, paying every day/
A nurse entered the room, to check on Valmont. When she saw his open eyes, and heard the beeping of the heart monitor, she screamed.
"He's alive, doctor!" She yelled, "Get in here quick! He's alive!"
All the action afterwards made Valmont sick. He didn't pay attention to anything said, to him or otherwise, until everything calmed down.
They were going to take him off of life support. In a week, he was to start seeing the psychiatrist in the building everyday for an hour, then go to physical therapy. Sundays were the only days that he didn't have an appointment with the analyst, so he spent the extra hour writing to Jackie. Whether the letters were actually sent or not, Valmont didn't know.
The main reason he wrote was to let Jackie know that soon after he recovered, Valmont was to be sent to a high-security prison in Virginia. If Jackie knew he was alive and where he was, certainly there would be a chance to patch things up.
/When you were so in love with me
I played around like I was free
Thought I could have my cake and eat it too
Oh how I cried over losing you /
As the weeks went past, Valmont gained more enough strength in his legs to stand on his own. The doctors tried to get him to walk, but he was unable to. Frustration began to set in.
What was worse, the white girl invaded all of his dreams.
'Why do I have to be tormented like this?' Valmont demanded. The youngster did not answer, so again he asked, 'Why won't you just leave me alone?'
'You must pay for what you have done to the one who loves you. I am here to remind you of your offenses against him.' The girl said finally. 'Until he forgives you, I will not be able to leave.'
/For every day I made you cry
I'm paying girl 'til the day that I die
I'll keep working my way back to you babe
With a burning love inside
I'm working my way back to you babe
With a happiness that died
I let it get away, payin' every day/
The guilt drove Valmont to work harder, and he was able make it to the end of the bars. His guilt was almost unbearable; Valmont was forced to come to terms with the fact that he had caused Jackie more pain that he had ever admitted to himself before. Of all his lovers, Jackie was the only one he really loved. All the others had merely been fun and games.
The problem was, however, that every attempt to get in contact with Jackie failed. No one was willing to help him, regardless of what he said or did. Valmont was beginning to get frustrated, and the psychiatrist noticed this.
"Why is it so important for you to get in touch with this man?" The shrink interrogated.
"That's none of your business!" Valmont griped, staring the man in the eye. "What's important is that I be able to speak with him!"
"Is he the reason that you tried to commit suicide?" The other man questioned, and Valmont groaned in anger.
"Will you stop trying to analyze me for just five minutes?" Valmont demanded, "I have to talk with Jackie!" The doctor looked disapprovingly over his glasses at Valmont. That was as far as the conversation ever went, though the doctor often tried to get Valmont to talk more about it.
/I used to love to make you cry
It made me feel like a man inside
But if I'd been a man in reality
You'd still be here babe lovin' me/
'Do you remember how you hurt him?' The girl asked. The frustrating thing was that she was no longer confined to Valmont's dreams. He was struggling to walk when she came to him, and though he could not see her, the girl's voice was just as strong as ever.
'Not now...' He seethed in his mind. 'If there's anything I need right now, it certainly isn't this.'
'You slept with him one night. Then when he fell asleep, you left him. The next time he saw you, you were with another man.' The girl reminded him. 'There are other things--'
'Shut up!' Valmont commanded silently, forcing his foot forward, 'Shut the fuck up!'
'Doesn't matter. Now is your chance to apologize.' The girl murmured. Valmont looked up, and was surprised to see a black haired archeologist standing in front of him, looking dazed. Poor Jackie looked as though he hadn't slept in weeks, and his hair was more of a mess than usual.
"Jackie!" Valmont yelled, letting go of the bars. He managed to take a couple of steps before falling onto the other man.
"Valmont?" Jackie murmured softly, "You're alive?"
"It's a long story." Valmont grinned, fighting to regain his balance.
/Now the nights are long and lonely
And I'm not too strong babe I just miss you so
And you're too proud, won't give in
But when I think about all I could win/
Valmont was given an hour to talk to Jackie. That hardly seemed adequate in Valmont's mind, but he would take what he got. The two sat on Valmont's bed in silence.
"I got your letters." Jackie murmured softly.
"Don't worry. I'll find a way out of going to prison." Valmont reassured him. Jackie flinched at this, and Valmont understood why, but ignored it. "Jackie, I'm sorry." It had been the first heart-felt apology that Valmont had ever made in his life.
"You've said that before." Jackie stated, not bothering to look Valmont in the eyes. Valmont sighed angrily, wishing he could force Jackie to understand.
"You don't get it, do you Chan?" He growled. "I have been plagued these past few months because of you."
Jackie looked at him in timid disbelief. "Plagued because of me?"
/I keep working my way back to you babe
With a burning love inside
I'm working my way back to you babe
With a happiness that died/
"My mind keeps going over what I've done to you..." Valmont glared at the floor irritably. "I don't care what it takes, Chan. I'm going to get you back." He felt Jackie's arm slip into his.
"I'm sure you will." Jackie replied, resting his head on Valmont's shoulder. Valmont looked at him and smiled softly.
"Jackie?" He asked. The only reply was a snore.
'Let him sleep.' The girl's voice said. 'And don't worry about going to Virginia. It's one step closer to where you need to be.'
'I though you were leaving.' Valmont thought indifferently, slipping his arm out of Jackie's, and wrapping it around the his waist.
'I will. Jackie has made up his mind to forgive you when he wakes.'