Heya, I just realised I didn't put a disclaimer on the last chapter, so here it is.
I do not own Cyborg 009. If I did, I would be writing for the episodes, not fanfics.
I do not in any way earn any money writing this and do not seek to be sued. Please do not do so.
Thank you for listening
This is pg13 for the moment, but I may change that later.
I will not repeat these statements.
I need a beta, by the way, (hint hint)
I also want to thank my very first reviewer, Slasher 242, you are wonderful. This will be longer, I hope you like it. By the way, it was incredibly short for a reason.
"Jet? Are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in a week."
Jet sighed. It was the truth. He tried not to sleep because, when he did, he dreamt about the guy in front of him. "I'm fine Joe. What does it really matter anyway?" he wanted Joe to go away, but had said the wrong thing. "It matters Jet, why wouldn't it matter?"
Jet turned away. "Cos it's nothing important. I'm just having a little trouble sleeping. Leave me alone."
Joe stood up, hurt. "Fine. But if you need to talk, just call me." As he walked away, Jet stared after him.
'Maybe I should just tell him. I mean it's not like I really have feelings for him...is it?'
He laughed. 'No way. He's with Francoise. Definitely not. He'll laugh. It's just a couple of stupid dreams, I can get over it. Right. Tonight, I'm going to sleep and I will not dream about J...009'
Jet's mind was made up. He was simply not going to dream about Joe anymore. If only it were that simple. (If only...sigh)
That night:
Jet got into bed and closed his eyes. He had done every thing he could to guarantee he slept deeply enough not to dream. He sighed, and faded out.
"Jet, are you feeling better? You ran away so fast before, I thought you must have been sick, or something?"
Jet groaned inwardly. He knew he was dreaming again, despite his actions.
"Jet, I...you're acting strange. What's going on?" Joe slid his hand up Jet's arm, resting it on his shoulder.
"N...nothing. I'm fine." Jet insisted, wanting to pull away, put thinking it would be better not to. Joe shook his head.
"I of all people should know you well enough to tell when something's bothering you." His hand slid up further, behind Jet's neck, who braced himself, but Joe just pulled him into a hug. "You can tell me what's bothering you, never know, maybe I can help." Jet shook his head. No way could he say that it was Joe himself that was the problem. "I...I'm sorry Joe, I can't tell you. If I could..." he let his voice trail off. Joe turned his head and brushed his lips over Jet's cheek. "Whenever you're ready." He whispered, "I'll be listening."
Jet shuddered. "You're so wonderful to me. I don't deserve you. What did I do to get you?"
Joe smiled. "You saved me, remember? I would have died, if you hadn't saved me." Jet drew back slightly. He remembered doing that, in reality.
"Joe...I..." Joe cut him off.
"You have to go. I know. I'll be here when you come back."
Jet sat up, out of breath, once again. He had dreamed. And he had been touched by dream Joe's love. "There is something the hell wrong here."