I just want to say a couple of things in response to Holli's review.
Jet is having deep sleep dreams. This means he is sleeping deeply, but not well. He cannot control the things he does in his dreams, he has very little control over anything in his dream. Basically he is himself, but he can't control where his dream is going.
I will add some more detail. I know I need to, but it's difficult.
Also, sorry it took so long but I've been busy, real busy, doing sociology work at school.
All the Cyborgs had noticed the change in Jet. But being Jet, they didn't really want to bring it up, which is not to say they weren't worried, just not sure how to express it. Joe was the only one who would try to talk to Jet about it, and he was the only one who Jet didn't want to talk about it to. It had become so Jet was avoiding Joe, and the other was actively seeking him out.
Jet kept thinking about dream Joe, and how he had saved him in the dream and reality, but the result was so different. He also caught himself wondering what Joe thought of him, and why his attitude towards the other Cyborg was changing because of his dreams.
"Jet! Hey!" Jet turned around. It didn't happen often, but when Joe had him cornered, Jet found himself getting increasingly nervous. "Uh, hey Joe."
Joe grinned. "So, how've you been?" Jet nodded.
"Not too bad. I'm still not sleeping to well, but it's nothing to worry about. What about you? Sick of stalking me yet?" He laughed at his own joke, but Joe didn't. "I'm only stalking you, Jet, because I'm worried about you. So is everyone else, but I'm the only one who wants to come near you like this." He put his hand on Jet's shoulder. "I want to know you're ok."
Jet gasped. Joe was touching him just like dream Joe did. The feelings he had grown accustomed to in his sleep were bombarding him mercilessly now. "I...Joe, jesus!" he said softly. He inched his face forwards towards Joe, unable to stop himself.
"Joe!! There you are, I was looking for you!!" Francoise glomped Joe hard, nearly knocking him over. "Oh. Hello Jet." She said, catching sight of the other. He frowned at her, and stomped away, partly angry, partly relieved that she had interrupted him about to kiss Joe.
The rest of the day passed very slowly for Jet. He did very little at all. The most important thing he did all day was decide that, when he went to sleep that night, he would not hold back. He would let the dream come the way it wanted, and he wouldn't fight a thing. He was going to find out exactly what it was trying to tell him.
"Jet, hey." Jet turned to see Joe. "Hi Joe. How are you?" Joe smiled. "Fine now." He wound his arms around Jet's neck, pulling him in close. "But I missed you. I had to spend the whole day with Francoise. She's so annoying. It's not fair that she won't accept us." Jet nodded his agreement. He doubted that Francoise, dream or otherwise, would be very accepting of he and Joe being together.
"It doesn't matter what she thinks though." He murmured in Joe's ear. "It's what we think." Joe sighed, the breath tickling Jet's neck. "Do you love me, Jet?" he asked a moment later, "Do you love me the way I love you?"
Jet froze. "Well, why don't you tell me the way you love me, so I can see if they're the same?" he asked. It was a stall, and an obvious one at that, but Joe didn't seem to realise, and began whispering. "I love you more than a friend. I love you more than a brother. I love you more than a lover. I love you as a soulmate."
Joe could feel Jet shaking in his arms. "I...Joe, did you ever think you love me too much?" Jet whispered, and Joe shook his head. "No. I can never love you enough."
It was this that made Jet answer the way he did. "I love you more than a soulmate Joe." The other frowned. "What is there after that?" he asked.
"MY soulmate"
Oooh, cliffie! I've never written a cliffie before.
Is Joe too sappy and sentimental? I cant' be sure.