Disclaimer: Don't own Justice League, (but one day I will) Moi ha ha ha ha!
Sorry about my views on the characters. There are some I like and some I don't. So I kinda make fun of them. I have another two chapters written, I might put them up soon... Enjoy.
Day 1: The News
"You should be just fine," said J'onn after he had finished examining Shay's rib.
"That's a relief," said John letting out a quiet sigh. He helped Shay up from the gurney in the medical bay.
"Just one more thing," said J'onn stopping the couple as the walked to the door. They both turned and looked at him. "You rib should be tender this first week. So no ROUGH activities," he said emphasizing the word 'rough'. "You also have this week off to recuperate Shay."
"Wait, rough as in rugby, or rough as in bicycle riding?" asked John.
"Both of those are unacceptable. She shouldn't even be doing sit ups for the first three days." Said J'onn while making notes on the clipboard.
"But then..." started John, but he got so sad he couldn't finish, "I.....I have to have sometime to take this in." With that he ran from the room.
J'onn looked questionly at Shay, "I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Believe me," Shay began, "you don't want to."
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"Guysguysguysguysguysguysguysguysguysguysguysguysguys!" Flash was speeding around the room.
"What? What!? What!?!? WHAT!?!?" screamed Diana who was trying to read a magazine on the couch.
"I finally got it!" he cried with joy finally coming to a halt in front of everyone who had heard the commotion and piled into the room.
"Got what?" asked Clark.
"My new game, 'Dr. Quizmaster's ultra-hard questioning test of interrogating the unknown knowledge of trivia! Addition number three'"
"Wow sounds stupid," Diana said dryly.
"Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha ha ha. You're so funny Diana," laughed Bruce.
"Are you still here?" she asked angrily.
"So Flash," J'onn began, "How does one exactly play this game?"
"Well you hook it up to this big ass TV here. It'll block out the TV, so you guy's will have to watch shows in your rooms"
"NO, NOT MY SOAPS!" cried Clark who ran from the room crying.
"Anyway, you take this controller and you press the button of the answer you think is right." Flash demonstrated this by picking an answer to the question which had automatically appeared on the screen. Unfortunately he picked the wrong one.
"Sorry big guy," the game said, "that's wrongo."
"Ha, I love this!" cried Flash, "How could this ever get boring!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Thanks for letting me stay at your house this week," said Shay who was putting her clothes away in John's bedroom.
"No problem," he said walking into the room, "You always come here on your time off anyways."
"That's true," she said, "I wonder why?" she asked innocently sitting on the bed. "Does this jog your memory?" he asked kissing her.
"Mm hmm," she groaned still kissing him back. He was pushing into her to get her to lie back. She let out a small gasp.
"What," he asked quickly moving back.
"My rib," she sighed, "remember no 'rough' activity until Saturday at 5?"
"Yeah," he said remembering
"But you can hold out until then, I mean it's only seven days. That's not a long time." She said straightening out her shirt and walking out of the room.
"Yeah it is." He said quietly.
Day 2: The Obsession
"Flash? FLASH!?!?!"
"What," he screamed.
"Have you been playing that game all night long?" asked Diana.
"Uh yeah. Why you think I'd actually go to bed, when I have this sweet new game?"
"Yeah, oh wait. Never mind, No I don't because that would be a normal thing to do!" she screamed stomping out of the room.
"Oh burn," said the computer game.
Flash looked at it curiously. But then nodded it off, and remember that he hadn't slept in 24 hours, so he might just be hearing things.
"Flash," screamed Superman, "It's your turn to do watchtower duty!"
"No, I have half and hour until mine," he replied, his eyes still glued on the screen.
"No, we all have an extra half an hour because Hawkgirl gets this week off!" he screamed going red in the face.
"Damn," Flash said, "You're right."
"Go! NOW!"
"I'm going, I'm going," he said slowly putting down the controller and shuffling his way out of the room. Superman glared at him as he walked by. Despite this Flash managed to complain, "Man I wish GL broke my rib to....."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John yawned and stretched his limbs. He looked beside him and Shay's back was to him.
"Shay," he whispered lovingly, "Time to get up." There was no response. "Shay," he tried again a little louder. Still no reaction. "Shay," he said in a normal voice. Nothing. "SHAY!" he screamed while shaking her.
"WHAT!" she asked fully awake.
"It's time to get up." He smiled.
"Oh really I had no idea," she said rolling her eyes.
John noticed this, but didn't care. He was instead noticing her beautiful jaded eyes. He also noticed how perfect she looked, even in the morning, after sleeping and him shaking her, she looked gorgeous. Her lips where a pale mauve. Her crimson curls fell perfectly over her face and around her shoulders.
Shay was oblivious to her being watched and got out of bed. She stretched and as she did so her wings lifted. John was watching all of this. He loved her wings. So strikingly soft. She then adjusted her pajama bottoms. She pulled them down a little, so they were just under her bellybutton. She also pulled up the straps on her tank top. One always slid down. John had noticed this before. She started to walk out of the room and John took one last look at her perfection. He would have to wait six days to hold her again. Six days. In his mind he thought he could do it, but his heart knew better.
Suddenly she turned back, "John!" she stated hurriedly.
"Yeah," he replied as he adverted his eyes. So she would be oblivious.
"I need you right now," she began. Sitting on the edge of the bed in front of John.
"What?" he said raising an eyebrow.
"Give me you hand." She demanded.
"Shay, why.." he started but she anxiously interrupted.
'JUST GIVE ME YOUR HAND NOW!" she screamed. He reluctantly did as she requested. She placed it between her wings. "I have an itch now start scratching!" It took him a moment to register.
"John just do it!"
"Okay," he said scratching her hardest to reach area.
"Oh thank you John," she sighed with relief, and stretched her wings out. "I can never reach that area."
"No problem," he said.
She was about to get up, when he hugged her from behind and began kissing her shoulder.
"John," she began, "Watcha doing?"
"Nothing."
"Well I think you're doing what we we're almost specifically told not to do. J'onn would yell if he were here."
"Well then, thank god he's not."
"John please," she took one of his hands and moved it to her side, "I know you want to, and believe me I want to, too. But it still really hurts."
"I'm sorry," he said understandingly, "I'll try and resist your beautiful personality and hot body!"
Shay laughed. He kissed her and helped her up.
Day 3: The Affection
"Flash?" asked Shay wearily stepping into the dark room.
"Yeah?" he asked not looking back from his game.
"Why are you sitting in the dark?"
"The light just blew out. Why are you here?" he asked still not removing his eyes from the screen.
"Um, John forgot his keys," she said remembering, "Isn't it your time for your shift?"
"Oh maybe when you come back loser," said the game.
"Did that game just call you a loser?" asked Shay, but Wally wasn't listening because he then looked at the clock and released it was in fact time for his shift.
"Crap you're right. Hey Feathers while you're waiting for GL, change the light bulb, okay?" he asked but zoomed out of the room before she could answer.
Shay sighed and reluctantly bent down to end table, which the lamp sat upon. She opened it and pulled out a light bulb. John walked into the room, swinging the keys around his index finger.
"Sorry about that Shay, but I got them now, we can go."
"Just a sec," she stated, "I just have to change this light bulb for Flash."
"Well okay but watch out they get kinda h..." John started but he was interrupted.
"Son of a bitch!" screamed Shay as she dropped the steaming light bulb and it shattered to a million shimmering silvery portions.
"I tried to worn you," he said. "Don't move. The last thing we need is for you to step on a piece of glass." He then began cleaning it up with his ring.
"Owie," Shay said looking at her burnt finger.
John came over to examine it, "It's not that bad," he exclaimed.
"It hurts," she explained. With that he took her finger and gently placed a kiss on it. Shay smiled lightly. He then started to kiss her. She tired not to give in, but it was too hard. She fell back on the couch with him on top of her. This greatly hurt her side.
"Ow, JOHN OW!" she screamed.
"What your finger?" he asked oblivious.
"No, MY RIB!" she said tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh my God, Shay I'm sorry," he immediately got off and helped her up.
"It's okay," she said face red because of the pain, "I'm gonna go splash so water on my face, I'll meet you in the hanger." She said and left holding her injured side.
"Oh nice try Bucko, but no dice. Maybe you'll score and get some action next time," said the game.
Day 4: The Realization
"Oh man, what the hell were you thinking? That is totally the wrong answer retard!" said the computer to Flash. Flash tried to answer another question but he answered it wrong. "Man you are so stupid, you put a quarter in a parking meter and waited for a gumball to come out.
"That was a one time thing!" Wally screamed angrily trying to win. But his fingers fumbled and he pressed the wrong button.
"Man, you suck bad. I mean you're the worse player at this game ever."
"Hey how about I give you a spoon and you can eat out of my A..."
"Flash!" screamed Diana, "What in the name of great Hera are you yelling at the TV for.
"It was making fun of me!" He cried as he pointed toward the TV screen.
She looked at him one eyebrow cocked.
"No really it was...Oh never mind! I HATE YOU GAME!" and ran from the room.
"Thanks doll," the game began, "Hey if you don't have anything to do, why don't you sort through my wires."
"You disgusting piece of technology!" she screamed ready to wreck the TV.
"No, Diana," screamed Bruce who dove and tackled her. This would have to be the best day of his life compared to any other. Until Diana kicked him in the crotch. He groaned in pain and disbelief.
"If you or anything you own or have touched ever touches my chest again, I will strangle you with my bare hands!"
Ah she loved him. She had to.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"SHAY! I'M HOME!" John screamed as he cupped his hands around his mouth, "Shay where are you?" he asked still screaming.
"I'm in the laundry room. Doing a load." She hollered back.
"Why," he asked entering the room.
"Well you ran out of tops. What's up with that you have like three. We need to go shopping."
"No we don't," he said leaning on the washer.
"Yeah because I ran out of underwear," she added.
"Really," he asked interestingly cocking an eyebrow.
"Yeah, so we should go sometime next week."
"So that means that you aren't, um wearing any now?" he questioned.
Shay put down the shirt she had been folding and leaned on the dryer in the same manner that John was. "Wouldn't you like to know." She stated bluntly.
"You know I would." He said.
"And you also know you can't" she said returning to folding John's shirt.
"I know, I know. Not until Saturday at five." He must have heard that one million times in the last two days.
"Good, then maybe I won't have to bat you off this time." She said now fold her 'unmentionables'.
"Don't you mean 'mace' me off?" chuckled John.
"Yeah actually I do," She said with an almost evil smile.
"Well you might have to," John said leaning in towards her.
"John, really. I mean you have three more days. Can't you wait until then?"
"I don't know. It's like when you have to pee really bad."
"Excuse me?!" she asked questionly.
"No don't get me wrong. It's when you have to pee really bad, the more you think about it; the more you have to do it you know?"
"I'm not quite sure," she said laughing a little and gathering her clothes up, "but I think you were comparing me to having to take a wiz."
"No not at all, you're just desirable to me is all," he said wrapping both his humungous arms around her frail body.
"Yeah desirable, like a piss," She chuckled.
"Come on, don't make me wait until Saturday," he pleaded.
She broke free of his hug, "well if you didn't break my rib."
"You'd be dead," he said chuckling
"Then, you would still have the same problem," she said smiling and winking at him as she left the room.
"Damn," he said.
Day 5: The Intermission
John sat on the couch waiting for Shay to get done. It seems as if he was always waiting for her. But then again he would wait his whole life for her. Even though sometimes he didn't show it. Like this time.
"SHAY! COME ON! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR WALLY'S INTERMISSION!" he screamed while sitting on the couch. The truth was he really didn't want to go to this. And he thought Flash could do without their support. He could also think of better things to do that night. But yet he still sat here, on his couch watching reruns of football.
"John?" Shay's voice came faint from through the bathroom door.
"Yeah?" John yelled back.
"Can you bring me my clothes?" she asked sincerely, "They are on your dresser."
"You mean you're actually at the stage in the process of getting done where you get dressed?"
"Yeah I just have to get dressed, so would you be so kind as to..."
"Yeah, yeah," he said interrupting her. He went to the room and retrieved her clothes as told, "Here. Do you want me to leave them in front of the door?"
"No," she said opening the door. She had one of John's white towels wrapped around her body. It was sliding a little at the back because she had to wrap it under her wings. All John could do was stare, with his eyes large and his mouth wide open.
"Thanks," Shay said taking the clothes from his hands and kissing him on his cheek, "I'll be done in five minutes."
John managed to mutter, "Okay."
"TOUCHDOWN!" the TV said.
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"When is he going to come?" asked Diana impatiently, "I have a facial at 5 o'clock!"
There was that number John hated so much. Everyone was in the TV room waiting for Wally to be brought in with J'onn who had taken him out for ice cream. Diana was leaning against the wall admiring her glistening nails. Bruce was watching her in awe. Clark was attempting to play Flash's game but couldn't manage to turn it on. And John was sitting on the couch, much like he'd been an hour before. Except this time Shay was curled up holding his arm and falling asleep. No one seems to notice. And if they did they didn't care. Flash then entered the room with J'onn.
"Happy intermission!" screamed Clark. Diana sighed
"Happy what?" asked Wally confused.
"Intermission," said J'onn monotonely, "It's where you sit and we tell you have an unhealthy addiction to this game."
"It talks I swear! It makes fun of me." Said Flash.
"And rightfully so," said Diana who had yet to look up from her nails.
"Ou, burn fast boy!" said the game who had turned itself on.
"Ah!" screamed Clark.
Everyone stared at the big screen.
"What's the matter? You guys are all looking at me like slack-jawed yokels."
"Like WHAT!" demanded the Princess.
"Oh like you don't know sleeping beauty."
"Well I never!" cried Diana red in the face.
"Well you ought to! Little do you guys know that I have rerouted the whole circuitry system in this whole ship. I've been watching you why you sleep, eat, and do ungodly things with Oreos!"
"That's MY PRIVATE TIME!" screamed J'onn
"Now I can control this whole satellite! And no one can stop me!"
"I can!" screamed Bruce but when he was running over he fell over a foot stool and was knocked out.
"I should think I can," said J'onn who bent down and unplugged the game.
"Noooooooooooooooooo!" the game scream slowly fainted.
"well that was, urm interesting?" asked Flash.
Day 6: The Workout
Since the game was thrown out. Wally had nothing to do now. He sat ideally, playing with his thumbs. Waiting for something important to happen, something exciting. But nothing did. He just sat in the observation room all by himself and waited, until he could wait no longer.
"I'm going for a run to Earth anyone wanna come with?" he asked casually zipping in and out of rooms.
"I have to go back the Thymescara," explained Diana, "My mother makes me check in every eight weeks to see if I'm alive."
"Well we can go there then," exclaimed Wally excitedly.
"I'm afraid not, you see Thymescara is only for women still. You'd be killed within seconds."
"But none of these babes has ever seen a man still?"
"No, none of them have."
"So dress me up like a girl and we can go there!" said Flash way to excitedly.
"Umm, no!" she said, "how about you drop me off in the sky and I'll met you back there."
"Fine!"
Flash dropped off Diana in the atmosphere over Australia. It reminded him much of the beginning of the Jetsons cartoons he used to watch when he was a kid. So on his way to his Shaggon Wagon he hummed the song. He was driving around in his wagon and he saw a real fine honey.
"Hey I've gotta thirst, baby, and you smell like my Gatorade."
"Creep!" the girl screamed. As she shot pepper spray in his eyes
"Man this week sucks!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Man this week sucks!" complained John.
"I know, John. But look at it this way. You only have two more days." Said Shay understandingly.
"Yeah only two days. Forty eight hours. Two thousand two hundred eighty minutes, one million seventy two thousa..."
Shay sighed, "I'm going out for a run now, and I'll be back in an hour."
"Okay," said John not looking up from the TV.
He was watching football again. Was this an all football channel? What channel was it? What time was it? Did he really care? Probably not he was just so bored. He didn't know what to do. The League didn't need him. Shay was gone on her walk. It was always so lonely in his apartment without her. He didn't know how he could've possibly lived before he met her. He honestly didn't remember that much about it. What was he going to do when he was by himself? Maybe he should get a dog. Or a cat. Or even a fish. No, Shay wouldn't like that. She probably wouldn't want to see a caged animal. He looked at his watch. It was 3: 49. Shay should be home soon. But she might run longer because it was an unusually warm day for this time of year. It was to early for supper and to late for lunch. He would have to wait.
Half an hour later the door suddenly burst open and Shay bounded in and slammed it. She stood, back against the panting, trying to catch her breathe. The sound of the door slamming woke John up from his light nap. He turned around to see why Shay had slammed the door, but then he noticed what she was wearing, and rose off the couch in a kind of trance.
"Sorry if I woke you," said Shay sincerely, "but I was jogging down the street and a dog started to chase me, and then to other dogs came, and then little kids started running after me and throwing food at me, and I ran because I couldn't fly because it would have been to rough, and the little kids kept chasing me, it was horrible and John? John are you listening to me? Hello?" She waved her hand in front of his face to get his attention.
"Sorry, what?"
"Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?"
"Uh no, I just couldn't get over what you're wearing," he said giving her a once over again. She was wearing Sweat pants and a black tank top, "Why didn't I notice this when you left?"
"Maybe because you weren't looking at me. You were to busy watching football."
"Well, I'm not to busy right now."
"Well that's too bad because you still have one day to go," she said leaning in and giving him a kiss, "Now I'm going to go have a shower. You go back to watching your football and day dreaming about tomorrow." She said slyly as a smile crept across her face.
As she walked away the TV boom, "Oh, that's a fumble!"
Day 7: The Patience
Yesterday had been a horrible day. Cruised the town for so hot girls and he got slapped five times, kicked twice, pepper sprayed seven times and kicked in his special spot three times. Maybe there was something he wasn't getting. No girls liked him, and he couldn't figure out why. Well Diana wasn't interested because well, she just generally hated everyone. Shay liked him, but it was more of an annoying brother relationship than anything else, plus she had GL. But what about every other female on Earth. What was there problem with him? Was he to pushy? Was he to open? Was he to famous? Or was it just the skin tight spandex suit he always wore. Yeah that had to be it, he thought. J'onn then walked in and took a seat beside him on the couch.
"You are looking sad my friend. What is the problem, or do I have to probe your brain?"
"Lady troubles," said Wally reluctantly.
"But you have no 'lady' to cause you any of these troubles"
"That's just it. I mean don't you ever get lonely?"
"No my friend," said J'onn bluntly.
"Well, why not? I mean you had a family right?"
"Yes I did, but now I have a new family, and you are part of it. All of you are. The League is like a big elaborate family. Except that, that would make Hawkgirl and John brother and sister, so she can be adopted. I guess the same can be said for Diana and Bruce."
"Diana and Bruce aren't going out," Flash said fed up.
"Just wait for it," added J'onn.
"Well what do you do about romance?" asked Flash.
"Oh that my friend is simple," Flash just looked upon him in amazement as he whipped out a glass of milk and a bag of Oreos.
"I'm going to show you how to eat an Oreo," began J'onn.
"No that's really okay..."
"First you twist it..."
"No really..."
"Then you lick it..."
"I'm really okay thanks..."
"Then you dunk it..."
"Wait I think I get what you're saying!" said Flash excitedly.
"Then you place it strategically on... What?"
"You're saying that if I get a hobby, I'll forget about my lady trouble!"
"Sure. Whatever slaps your sally," stated J'onn who immediately continued to eat his Oreo.
Flash ran out of the room right past the computer monitors, so he did no see the eyes which followed him. Don, Don, Don!
"Maybe I should play the guitar!"
"Might I suggest Parcheesi? It's a game of intellect and skill," said J'onn fazing through the floor.
"Where do you keep coming from!" screamed Flash surprised.
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It was quiet in the room. To quiet. All John could hear was the tick, tick, ticking of the clock. All he had to do was wait. That was easy he'd been waiting all week. ALL WEEK. He was anxious. Very anxious. He looked over at Shay. She was on the other side of the couch, curled up against the arm, reading a book. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It read 4:45pm. Fifteen minutes. He was sitting at the opposite end of the couch but on the floor, with his back resting on the couch. He looked down at Shay. She was still reading. She flipped the page. Oblivious that anyone was watching her. He looked back up at the clock again. 4:46pm, fourteen minutes to go. He fiddled his thumbs, and looked back up at the clock. 4:45pm. Wait that wasn't right. THE CLOCK! IT WAS GOING BACKWARDS! NO! NOT NOW! HE WAS SO CLOSE!
"SHAY!" he whined aggressively, "THE CLOCK IS GOING BACKWARDS!"
"Not my problem," Shay said slowly licking her finger and turning the page.
"Shay, no. Now it'll never be five!"
"You do realize that yesterday was daylight savings time, and we never turned that clock back," she added not looking up from her book.
"WHAT!?!?!?" he said utterly shocked, "Son of a B..."
"Well that does it," she said placing her book on the table.
"You mean!?!?!" He said eagerly.
"Yeah I'm going for a walk. I'll be back in three hours ."
"DAMMIT!" he screamed as she left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He sat. Pouting on the couch. Watching football yet again. He seemed to be watching football an awful lot these last days. He sat staring into the TV. Not really watching it, just looking through it. Then he realized something.
"I hate football!" he said out load and grabbed the remote. But everything except football reminded him of Shayera.
First it landed on a weather balloon. My Shay would love to just barrel into that thing and send it plummeting.
Next was a monster truck rally. Man, Shay would love to be there watching all the carnage.
Next it landed on people cooking chicken breast. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! CHICKENS HAVE WINGS LIKE SHAY! AND THEY HAVE BREASTS LIKE SHA...
The door opened. Shay came in walking steadily.
"Hi J..." before she could finish the sentence John had looked at the clock. Checked the time, 7:34pm. IT WAS GOOD! He raced over to her. Held her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She didn't resist. They some how managed to make it to the bedroom. Her shirt was off, but she was wearing a bra. His shirt was off, but his belt buckle was undone. He pulled her close and unhinged her bra. Just as he was lifting it up there was aloud beep. He stopped.
"What's that?" she asked. Neither of them moved.
"It's the Justice League link. Over there he pointed," there was a little blinking red light, "Just leave it" he said eager to continued.
"We can't," she said doing her bra back up. John felt like crying. He was so close. Now she was putting her shirt back on. No! Whoever had phoned him was surely going to get it when he found them. Shay was now in the other room on the phone trying to explain to Clark why she was at John's house, because apparently he didn't know that they had been a couple for sometime now. They had come out and told everyone about it. He put his shirt back on.
"Yes I'm here Clark. Yes I know what I'm doing. No you can't come watch movies at a sleepover. No. NO! I'M HANGING UP NOW!" she slammed the phone down and walked up to John weary eyed, "Now that one is a piece of work." She said sighing.
"What did he say?" inquired John.
"Oh he wants us to come in tomorrow at nine."
"So we don't have to go now."
"Not unless you want to" she chuckled.
"Oh I certainly do not." He said beaming.
"I can only fathom what you want to do now."
"I can think of one thing," he said pulling Shay closer to him.
"Really," she said giggling as he kissed her neck, "and what would that be?"
He stopped and looked straight into her beautiful emerald eyes that were pricelessly embedded into his mind, "You," he whispered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bruce was in his cold dark mansion all alone with his million upon billions of dollars. Asleep in his king size bed by himself. And felt lonely.
Clark was asleep in his petite pink fluffy covered waterbed holding his doll. He was asleep in Candyland and perfectly content.
Flash lay curled up on the sofa, having many dreams about women whom he'd never meet. But it was a dream so he was happy.
J'onn lay on a pile of Oreos. The less said the better.
Diana was asleep. Her pink princess mask on to block out any unnecessary light. She thought about how her life was perfect.
John sat on the couch with Shay in his lap. They were watching some sort of TV program. He wasn't really sure as long as it wasn't football. She was half asleep in his arms. He didn't care. He just sat and felt her breathe. Her heart beat. This was worth waiting for. She was worth waiting for. He could stay like this forever. But one thing was for sure. After waiting a week this night he would remember forever. He looked at the clock, even though to him time didn't matter anymore. It was 1. They should be in bed. They had to get up early. He sat up a little. She stirred in his arms.
"Wha?" she asked groggily.
"Nothing go to sleep," he said gently kissing her forehead.
He picked her up and tucked her into the bed. Then got in himself. She immediately clung to him. He didn't mind. He was in complete nirvana.
The silence of space. All there was to here was
"I couldn't be stopped that easily! A ha ha ha. AH HA HA HA, AH HA HA HA!! *cough* *cough*. I need some water......"
To be continued......
Sorry about my views on the characters. There are some I like and some I don't. So I kinda make fun of them. I have another two chapters written, I might put them up soon... Enjoy.
Day 1: The News
"You should be just fine," said J'onn after he had finished examining Shay's rib.
"That's a relief," said John letting out a quiet sigh. He helped Shay up from the gurney in the medical bay.
"Just one more thing," said J'onn stopping the couple as the walked to the door. They both turned and looked at him. "You rib should be tender this first week. So no ROUGH activities," he said emphasizing the word 'rough'. "You also have this week off to recuperate Shay."
"Wait, rough as in rugby, or rough as in bicycle riding?" asked John.
"Both of those are unacceptable. She shouldn't even be doing sit ups for the first three days." Said J'onn while making notes on the clipboard.
"But then..." started John, but he got so sad he couldn't finish, "I.....I have to have sometime to take this in." With that he ran from the room.
J'onn looked questionly at Shay, "I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Believe me," Shay began, "you don't want to."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Guysguysguysguysguysguysguysguysguysguysguysguysguys!" Flash was speeding around the room.
"What? What!? What!?!? WHAT!?!?" screamed Diana who was trying to read a magazine on the couch.
"I finally got it!" he cried with joy finally coming to a halt in front of everyone who had heard the commotion and piled into the room.
"Got what?" asked Clark.
"My new game, 'Dr. Quizmaster's ultra-hard questioning test of interrogating the unknown knowledge of trivia! Addition number three'"
"Wow sounds stupid," Diana said dryly.
"Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha ha ha. You're so funny Diana," laughed Bruce.
"Are you still here?" she asked angrily.
"So Flash," J'onn began, "How does one exactly play this game?"
"Well you hook it up to this big ass TV here. It'll block out the TV, so you guy's will have to watch shows in your rooms"
"NO, NOT MY SOAPS!" cried Clark who ran from the room crying.
"Anyway, you take this controller and you press the button of the answer you think is right." Flash demonstrated this by picking an answer to the question which had automatically appeared on the screen. Unfortunately he picked the wrong one.
"Sorry big guy," the game said, "that's wrongo."
"Ha, I love this!" cried Flash, "How could this ever get boring!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Thanks for letting me stay at your house this week," said Shay who was putting her clothes away in John's bedroom.
"No problem," he said walking into the room, "You always come here on your time off anyways."
"That's true," she said, "I wonder why?" she asked innocently sitting on the bed. "Does this jog your memory?" he asked kissing her.
"Mm hmm," she groaned still kissing him back. He was pushing into her to get her to lie back. She let out a small gasp.
"What," he asked quickly moving back.
"My rib," she sighed, "remember no 'rough' activity until Saturday at 5?"
"Yeah," he said remembering
"But you can hold out until then, I mean it's only seven days. That's not a long time." She said straightening out her shirt and walking out of the room.
"Yeah it is." He said quietly.
Day 2: The Obsession
"Flash? FLASH!?!?!"
"What," he screamed.
"Have you been playing that game all night long?" asked Diana.
"Uh yeah. Why you think I'd actually go to bed, when I have this sweet new game?"
"Yeah, oh wait. Never mind, No I don't because that would be a normal thing to do!" she screamed stomping out of the room.
"Oh burn," said the computer game.
Flash looked at it curiously. But then nodded it off, and remember that he hadn't slept in 24 hours, so he might just be hearing things.
"Flash," screamed Superman, "It's your turn to do watchtower duty!"
"No, I have half and hour until mine," he replied, his eyes still glued on the screen.
"No, we all have an extra half an hour because Hawkgirl gets this week off!" he screamed going red in the face.
"Damn," Flash said, "You're right."
"Go! NOW!"
"I'm going, I'm going," he said slowly putting down the controller and shuffling his way out of the room. Superman glared at him as he walked by. Despite this Flash managed to complain, "Man I wish GL broke my rib to....."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John yawned and stretched his limbs. He looked beside him and Shay's back was to him.
"Shay," he whispered lovingly, "Time to get up." There was no response. "Shay," he tried again a little louder. Still no reaction. "Shay," he said in a normal voice. Nothing. "SHAY!" he screamed while shaking her.
"WHAT!" she asked fully awake.
"It's time to get up." He smiled.
"Oh really I had no idea," she said rolling her eyes.
John noticed this, but didn't care. He was instead noticing her beautiful jaded eyes. He also noticed how perfect she looked, even in the morning, after sleeping and him shaking her, she looked gorgeous. Her lips where a pale mauve. Her crimson curls fell perfectly over her face and around her shoulders.
Shay was oblivious to her being watched and got out of bed. She stretched and as she did so her wings lifted. John was watching all of this. He loved her wings. So strikingly soft. She then adjusted her pajama bottoms. She pulled them down a little, so they were just under her bellybutton. She also pulled up the straps on her tank top. One always slid down. John had noticed this before. She started to walk out of the room and John took one last look at her perfection. He would have to wait six days to hold her again. Six days. In his mind he thought he could do it, but his heart knew better.
Suddenly she turned back, "John!" she stated hurriedly.
"Yeah," he replied as he adverted his eyes. So she would be oblivious.
"I need you right now," she began. Sitting on the edge of the bed in front of John.
"What?" he said raising an eyebrow.
"Give me you hand." She demanded.
"Shay, why.." he started but she anxiously interrupted.
'JUST GIVE ME YOUR HAND NOW!" she screamed. He reluctantly did as she requested. She placed it between her wings. "I have an itch now start scratching!" It took him a moment to register.
"John just do it!"
"Okay," he said scratching her hardest to reach area.
"Oh thank you John," she sighed with relief, and stretched her wings out. "I can never reach that area."
"No problem," he said.
She was about to get up, when he hugged her from behind and began kissing her shoulder.
"John," she began, "Watcha doing?"
"Nothing."
"Well I think you're doing what we we're almost specifically told not to do. J'onn would yell if he were here."
"Well then, thank god he's not."
"John please," she took one of his hands and moved it to her side, "I know you want to, and believe me I want to, too. But it still really hurts."
"I'm sorry," he said understandingly, "I'll try and resist your beautiful personality and hot body!"
Shay laughed. He kissed her and helped her up.
Day 3: The Affection
"Flash?" asked Shay wearily stepping into the dark room.
"Yeah?" he asked not looking back from his game.
"Why are you sitting in the dark?"
"The light just blew out. Why are you here?" he asked still not removing his eyes from the screen.
"Um, John forgot his keys," she said remembering, "Isn't it your time for your shift?"
"Oh maybe when you come back loser," said the game.
"Did that game just call you a loser?" asked Shay, but Wally wasn't listening because he then looked at the clock and released it was in fact time for his shift.
"Crap you're right. Hey Feathers while you're waiting for GL, change the light bulb, okay?" he asked but zoomed out of the room before she could answer.
Shay sighed and reluctantly bent down to end table, which the lamp sat upon. She opened it and pulled out a light bulb. John walked into the room, swinging the keys around his index finger.
"Sorry about that Shay, but I got them now, we can go."
"Just a sec," she stated, "I just have to change this light bulb for Flash."
"Well okay but watch out they get kinda h..." John started but he was interrupted.
"Son of a bitch!" screamed Shay as she dropped the steaming light bulb and it shattered to a million shimmering silvery portions.
"I tried to worn you," he said. "Don't move. The last thing we need is for you to step on a piece of glass." He then began cleaning it up with his ring.
"Owie," Shay said looking at her burnt finger.
John came over to examine it, "It's not that bad," he exclaimed.
"It hurts," she explained. With that he took her finger and gently placed a kiss on it. Shay smiled lightly. He then started to kiss her. She tired not to give in, but it was too hard. She fell back on the couch with him on top of her. This greatly hurt her side.
"Ow, JOHN OW!" she screamed.
"What your finger?" he asked oblivious.
"No, MY RIB!" she said tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh my God, Shay I'm sorry," he immediately got off and helped her up.
"It's okay," she said face red because of the pain, "I'm gonna go splash so water on my face, I'll meet you in the hanger." She said and left holding her injured side.
"Oh nice try Bucko, but no dice. Maybe you'll score and get some action next time," said the game.
Day 4: The Realization
"Oh man, what the hell were you thinking? That is totally the wrong answer retard!" said the computer to Flash. Flash tried to answer another question but he answered it wrong. "Man you are so stupid, you put a quarter in a parking meter and waited for a gumball to come out.
"That was a one time thing!" Wally screamed angrily trying to win. But his fingers fumbled and he pressed the wrong button.
"Man, you suck bad. I mean you're the worse player at this game ever."
"Hey how about I give you a spoon and you can eat out of my A..."
"Flash!" screamed Diana, "What in the name of great Hera are you yelling at the TV for.
"It was making fun of me!" He cried as he pointed toward the TV screen.
She looked at him one eyebrow cocked.
"No really it was...Oh never mind! I HATE YOU GAME!" and ran from the room.
"Thanks doll," the game began, "Hey if you don't have anything to do, why don't you sort through my wires."
"You disgusting piece of technology!" she screamed ready to wreck the TV.
"No, Diana," screamed Bruce who dove and tackled her. This would have to be the best day of his life compared to any other. Until Diana kicked him in the crotch. He groaned in pain and disbelief.
"If you or anything you own or have touched ever touches my chest again, I will strangle you with my bare hands!"
Ah she loved him. She had to.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"SHAY! I'M HOME!" John screamed as he cupped his hands around his mouth, "Shay where are you?" he asked still screaming.
"I'm in the laundry room. Doing a load." She hollered back.
"Why," he asked entering the room.
"Well you ran out of tops. What's up with that you have like three. We need to go shopping."
"No we don't," he said leaning on the washer.
"Yeah because I ran out of underwear," she added.
"Really," he asked interestingly cocking an eyebrow.
"Yeah, so we should go sometime next week."
"So that means that you aren't, um wearing any now?" he questioned.
Shay put down the shirt she had been folding and leaned on the dryer in the same manner that John was. "Wouldn't you like to know." She stated bluntly.
"You know I would." He said.
"And you also know you can't" she said returning to folding John's shirt.
"I know, I know. Not until Saturday at five." He must have heard that one million times in the last two days.
"Good, then maybe I won't have to bat you off this time." She said now fold her 'unmentionables'.
"Don't you mean 'mace' me off?" chuckled John.
"Yeah actually I do," She said with an almost evil smile.
"Well you might have to," John said leaning in towards her.
"John, really. I mean you have three more days. Can't you wait until then?"
"I don't know. It's like when you have to pee really bad."
"Excuse me?!" she asked questionly.
"No don't get me wrong. It's when you have to pee really bad, the more you think about it; the more you have to do it you know?"
"I'm not quite sure," she said laughing a little and gathering her clothes up, "but I think you were comparing me to having to take a wiz."
"No not at all, you're just desirable to me is all," he said wrapping both his humungous arms around her frail body.
"Yeah desirable, like a piss," She chuckled.
"Come on, don't make me wait until Saturday," he pleaded.
She broke free of his hug, "well if you didn't break my rib."
"You'd be dead," he said chuckling
"Then, you would still have the same problem," she said smiling and winking at him as she left the room.
"Damn," he said.
Day 5: The Intermission
John sat on the couch waiting for Shay to get done. It seems as if he was always waiting for her. But then again he would wait his whole life for her. Even though sometimes he didn't show it. Like this time.
"SHAY! COME ON! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR WALLY'S INTERMISSION!" he screamed while sitting on the couch. The truth was he really didn't want to go to this. And he thought Flash could do without their support. He could also think of better things to do that night. But yet he still sat here, on his couch watching reruns of football.
"John?" Shay's voice came faint from through the bathroom door.
"Yeah?" John yelled back.
"Can you bring me my clothes?" she asked sincerely, "They are on your dresser."
"You mean you're actually at the stage in the process of getting done where you get dressed?"
"Yeah I just have to get dressed, so would you be so kind as to..."
"Yeah, yeah," he said interrupting her. He went to the room and retrieved her clothes as told, "Here. Do you want me to leave them in front of the door?"
"No," she said opening the door. She had one of John's white towels wrapped around her body. It was sliding a little at the back because she had to wrap it under her wings. All John could do was stare, with his eyes large and his mouth wide open.
"Thanks," Shay said taking the clothes from his hands and kissing him on his cheek, "I'll be done in five minutes."
John managed to mutter, "Okay."
"TOUCHDOWN!" the TV said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"When is he going to come?" asked Diana impatiently, "I have a facial at 5 o'clock!"
There was that number John hated so much. Everyone was in the TV room waiting for Wally to be brought in with J'onn who had taken him out for ice cream. Diana was leaning against the wall admiring her glistening nails. Bruce was watching her in awe. Clark was attempting to play Flash's game but couldn't manage to turn it on. And John was sitting on the couch, much like he'd been an hour before. Except this time Shay was curled up holding his arm and falling asleep. No one seems to notice. And if they did they didn't care. Flash then entered the room with J'onn.
"Happy intermission!" screamed Clark. Diana sighed
"Happy what?" asked Wally confused.
"Intermission," said J'onn monotonely, "It's where you sit and we tell you have an unhealthy addiction to this game."
"It talks I swear! It makes fun of me." Said Flash.
"And rightfully so," said Diana who had yet to look up from her nails.
"Ou, burn fast boy!" said the game who had turned itself on.
"Ah!" screamed Clark.
Everyone stared at the big screen.
"What's the matter? You guys are all looking at me like slack-jawed yokels."
"Like WHAT!" demanded the Princess.
"Oh like you don't know sleeping beauty."
"Well I never!" cried Diana red in the face.
"Well you ought to! Little do you guys know that I have rerouted the whole circuitry system in this whole ship. I've been watching you why you sleep, eat, and do ungodly things with Oreos!"
"That's MY PRIVATE TIME!" screamed J'onn
"Now I can control this whole satellite! And no one can stop me!"
"I can!" screamed Bruce but when he was running over he fell over a foot stool and was knocked out.
"I should think I can," said J'onn who bent down and unplugged the game.
"Noooooooooooooooooo!" the game scream slowly fainted.
"well that was, urm interesting?" asked Flash.
Day 6: The Workout
Since the game was thrown out. Wally had nothing to do now. He sat ideally, playing with his thumbs. Waiting for something important to happen, something exciting. But nothing did. He just sat in the observation room all by himself and waited, until he could wait no longer.
"I'm going for a run to Earth anyone wanna come with?" he asked casually zipping in and out of rooms.
"I have to go back the Thymescara," explained Diana, "My mother makes me check in every eight weeks to see if I'm alive."
"Well we can go there then," exclaimed Wally excitedly.
"I'm afraid not, you see Thymescara is only for women still. You'd be killed within seconds."
"But none of these babes has ever seen a man still?"
"No, none of them have."
"So dress me up like a girl and we can go there!" said Flash way to excitedly.
"Umm, no!" she said, "how about you drop me off in the sky and I'll met you back there."
"Fine!"
Flash dropped off Diana in the atmosphere over Australia. It reminded him much of the beginning of the Jetsons cartoons he used to watch when he was a kid. So on his way to his Shaggon Wagon he hummed the song. He was driving around in his wagon and he saw a real fine honey.
"Hey I've gotta thirst, baby, and you smell like my Gatorade."
"Creep!" the girl screamed. As she shot pepper spray in his eyes
"Man this week sucks!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Man this week sucks!" complained John.
"I know, John. But look at it this way. You only have two more days." Said Shay understandingly.
"Yeah only two days. Forty eight hours. Two thousand two hundred eighty minutes, one million seventy two thousa..."
Shay sighed, "I'm going out for a run now, and I'll be back in an hour."
"Okay," said John not looking up from the TV.
He was watching football again. Was this an all football channel? What channel was it? What time was it? Did he really care? Probably not he was just so bored. He didn't know what to do. The League didn't need him. Shay was gone on her walk. It was always so lonely in his apartment without her. He didn't know how he could've possibly lived before he met her. He honestly didn't remember that much about it. What was he going to do when he was by himself? Maybe he should get a dog. Or a cat. Or even a fish. No, Shay wouldn't like that. She probably wouldn't want to see a caged animal. He looked at his watch. It was 3: 49. Shay should be home soon. But she might run longer because it was an unusually warm day for this time of year. It was to early for supper and to late for lunch. He would have to wait.
Half an hour later the door suddenly burst open and Shay bounded in and slammed it. She stood, back against the panting, trying to catch her breathe. The sound of the door slamming woke John up from his light nap. He turned around to see why Shay had slammed the door, but then he noticed what she was wearing, and rose off the couch in a kind of trance.
"Sorry if I woke you," said Shay sincerely, "but I was jogging down the street and a dog started to chase me, and then to other dogs came, and then little kids started running after me and throwing food at me, and I ran because I couldn't fly because it would have been to rough, and the little kids kept chasing me, it was horrible and John? John are you listening to me? Hello?" She waved her hand in front of his face to get his attention.
"Sorry, what?"
"Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?"
"Uh no, I just couldn't get over what you're wearing," he said giving her a once over again. She was wearing Sweat pants and a black tank top, "Why didn't I notice this when you left?"
"Maybe because you weren't looking at me. You were to busy watching football."
"Well, I'm not to busy right now."
"Well that's too bad because you still have one day to go," she said leaning in and giving him a kiss, "Now I'm going to go have a shower. You go back to watching your football and day dreaming about tomorrow." She said slyly as a smile crept across her face.
As she walked away the TV boom, "Oh, that's a fumble!"
Day 7: The Patience
Yesterday had been a horrible day. Cruised the town for so hot girls and he got slapped five times, kicked twice, pepper sprayed seven times and kicked in his special spot three times. Maybe there was something he wasn't getting. No girls liked him, and he couldn't figure out why. Well Diana wasn't interested because well, she just generally hated everyone. Shay liked him, but it was more of an annoying brother relationship than anything else, plus she had GL. But what about every other female on Earth. What was there problem with him? Was he to pushy? Was he to open? Was he to famous? Or was it just the skin tight spandex suit he always wore. Yeah that had to be it, he thought. J'onn then walked in and took a seat beside him on the couch.
"You are looking sad my friend. What is the problem, or do I have to probe your brain?"
"Lady troubles," said Wally reluctantly.
"But you have no 'lady' to cause you any of these troubles"
"That's just it. I mean don't you ever get lonely?"
"No my friend," said J'onn bluntly.
"Well, why not? I mean you had a family right?"
"Yes I did, but now I have a new family, and you are part of it. All of you are. The League is like a big elaborate family. Except that, that would make Hawkgirl and John brother and sister, so she can be adopted. I guess the same can be said for Diana and Bruce."
"Diana and Bruce aren't going out," Flash said fed up.
"Just wait for it," added J'onn.
"Well what do you do about romance?" asked Flash.
"Oh that my friend is simple," Flash just looked upon him in amazement as he whipped out a glass of milk and a bag of Oreos.
"I'm going to show you how to eat an Oreo," began J'onn.
"No that's really okay..."
"First you twist it..."
"No really..."
"Then you lick it..."
"I'm really okay thanks..."
"Then you dunk it..."
"Wait I think I get what you're saying!" said Flash excitedly.
"Then you place it strategically on... What?"
"You're saying that if I get a hobby, I'll forget about my lady trouble!"
"Sure. Whatever slaps your sally," stated J'onn who immediately continued to eat his Oreo.
Flash ran out of the room right past the computer monitors, so he did no see the eyes which followed him. Don, Don, Don!
"Maybe I should play the guitar!"
"Might I suggest Parcheesi? It's a game of intellect and skill," said J'onn fazing through the floor.
"Where do you keep coming from!" screamed Flash surprised.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was quiet in the room. To quiet. All John could hear was the tick, tick, ticking of the clock. All he had to do was wait. That was easy he'd been waiting all week. ALL WEEK. He was anxious. Very anxious. He looked over at Shay. She was on the other side of the couch, curled up against the arm, reading a book. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It read 4:45pm. Fifteen minutes. He was sitting at the opposite end of the couch but on the floor, with his back resting on the couch. He looked down at Shay. She was still reading. She flipped the page. Oblivious that anyone was watching her. He looked back up at the clock again. 4:46pm, fourteen minutes to go. He fiddled his thumbs, and looked back up at the clock. 4:45pm. Wait that wasn't right. THE CLOCK! IT WAS GOING BACKWARDS! NO! NOT NOW! HE WAS SO CLOSE!
"SHAY!" he whined aggressively, "THE CLOCK IS GOING BACKWARDS!"
"Not my problem," Shay said slowly licking her finger and turning the page.
"Shay, no. Now it'll never be five!"
"You do realize that yesterday was daylight savings time, and we never turned that clock back," she added not looking up from her book.
"WHAT!?!?!?" he said utterly shocked, "Son of a B..."
"Well that does it," she said placing her book on the table.
"You mean!?!?!" He said eagerly.
"Yeah I'm going for a walk. I'll be back in three hours ."
"DAMMIT!" he screamed as she left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He sat. Pouting on the couch. Watching football yet again. He seemed to be watching football an awful lot these last days. He sat staring into the TV. Not really watching it, just looking through it. Then he realized something.
"I hate football!" he said out load and grabbed the remote. But everything except football reminded him of Shayera.
First it landed on a weather balloon. My Shay would love to just barrel into that thing and send it plummeting.
Next was a monster truck rally. Man, Shay would love to be there watching all the carnage.
Next it landed on people cooking chicken breast. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! CHICKENS HAVE WINGS LIKE SHAY! AND THEY HAVE BREASTS LIKE SHA...
The door opened. Shay came in walking steadily.
"Hi J..." before she could finish the sentence John had looked at the clock. Checked the time, 7:34pm. IT WAS GOOD! He raced over to her. Held her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She didn't resist. They some how managed to make it to the bedroom. Her shirt was off, but she was wearing a bra. His shirt was off, but his belt buckle was undone. He pulled her close and unhinged her bra. Just as he was lifting it up there was aloud beep. He stopped.
"What's that?" she asked. Neither of them moved.
"It's the Justice League link. Over there he pointed," there was a little blinking red light, "Just leave it" he said eager to continued.
"We can't," she said doing her bra back up. John felt like crying. He was so close. Now she was putting her shirt back on. No! Whoever had phoned him was surely going to get it when he found them. Shay was now in the other room on the phone trying to explain to Clark why she was at John's house, because apparently he didn't know that they had been a couple for sometime now. They had come out and told everyone about it. He put his shirt back on.
"Yes I'm here Clark. Yes I know what I'm doing. No you can't come watch movies at a sleepover. No. NO! I'M HANGING UP NOW!" she slammed the phone down and walked up to John weary eyed, "Now that one is a piece of work." She said sighing.
"What did he say?" inquired John.
"Oh he wants us to come in tomorrow at nine."
"So we don't have to go now."
"Not unless you want to" she chuckled.
"Oh I certainly do not." He said beaming.
"I can only fathom what you want to do now."
"I can think of one thing," he said pulling Shay closer to him.
"Really," she said giggling as he kissed her neck, "and what would that be?"
He stopped and looked straight into her beautiful emerald eyes that were pricelessly embedded into his mind, "You," he whispered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bruce was in his cold dark mansion all alone with his million upon billions of dollars. Asleep in his king size bed by himself. And felt lonely.
Clark was asleep in his petite pink fluffy covered waterbed holding his doll. He was asleep in Candyland and perfectly content.
Flash lay curled up on the sofa, having many dreams about women whom he'd never meet. But it was a dream so he was happy.
J'onn lay on a pile of Oreos. The less said the better.
Diana was asleep. Her pink princess mask on to block out any unnecessary light. She thought about how her life was perfect.
John sat on the couch with Shay in his lap. They were watching some sort of TV program. He wasn't really sure as long as it wasn't football. She was half asleep in his arms. He didn't care. He just sat and felt her breathe. Her heart beat. This was worth waiting for. She was worth waiting for. He could stay like this forever. But one thing was for sure. After waiting a week this night he would remember forever. He looked at the clock, even though to him time didn't matter anymore. It was 1. They should be in bed. They had to get up early. He sat up a little. She stirred in his arms.
"Wha?" she asked groggily.
"Nothing go to sleep," he said gently kissing her forehead.
He picked her up and tucked her into the bed. Then got in himself. She immediately clung to him. He didn't mind. He was in complete nirvana.
The silence of space. All there was to here was
"I couldn't be stopped that easily! A ha ha ha. AH HA HA HA, AH HA HA HA!! *cough* *cough*. I need some water......"
To be continued......