An Angel Watching Over Him

Virginia awoke about a half hour later, still stiff from her fight with Siegfried. Still unable to pick herself up off the floor, the girl rolled over onto her side. From her new vantage point, she could clearly see Jet sleeping; looking every bit like a small child. 'When he's asleep, Jet always seems so innocent. It's hard to believe he's a rude and antisocial punk when he's awake. I'd better get him out of here now; this place is not safe for us. But how can I, when I can't even lift myself up off my own feet? I have to try.'

The girl rolled along the floor until she reached the table. Using it as a brace, Virginia managed to get back onto her feet. Then, she let go; only to fall back onto the ground. It appeared as if getting out of the lab would have to wait. At least the enemy was defeated and no one else would come to attack them.

In fact, by this time, Clive and Gallows had already eliminated Melody and Malik. Meanwhile, Maya had found the elevator to Deus ex Machina. Of course, since the plan was aborted due to the deaths of all the controllers, nobody could get onboard. Werner had distracted Asgard, so he wasn't a threat either.

So Virginia continued trying to get up, only to fall down again. Every time she stood, her legs would begin to ache as the pain shot through them like hundreds of bee stings. Finally, she simply rolled along the floor again to a position near where Jet lay. The girl took her friend into her arms, and held him tightly. No one would ever harm him again. To Virginia, Jet's origins provided more comfort than pain. Someone with a connection to Filgaia is always a welcome sight to her kind; and one like him was worth protecting.

"Ooooooooooh," Jet moaned, "How long have I been out?" He opened his eyes, and began to blush. Even though he was facing the wall, his back to Virginia, he could feel her arms around him. Feel the touch of her skin where her hand crossed his arm. And feel the wispy strands of golden brown hair as they would brush against his face. The boy knew that his leader was embracing him to make him forget the pain.

"Oh, good. You're finally awake. Can you stand? I tried and I can't. We may have to rest here a little longer in order to fully recover. If there's anything you need Jet don't hesitate to ask it of me," Virginia said. She hoped he felt better after what Leehalt had said. He still didn't seem better before they had been interrupted by Siegfried. The girl knew that she was the only one now who could help him deal with his pain.

Jet snapped, "Yes, there is something you can do. You can stop being so darn cheery all of the time. How can you not be upset? Look at what they did to you! And I didn't even ask you to be upset for my sake. Last thing I need is for you to start trying to be some sort of saint because of me. Unlike you, I have no need for close emotional ties. But you broke those barriers on me, and now I'm stuck. I want you to just leave me alone to deal with this. Once we escape this Guardian forsaken lab, we're splitting up!"

Virginia looked at the boy's eyes. They held anger, rage, hatred, and something else. The girl was unable to put her finger on it at first, but she then saw it was fear. He feared his own heart. He feared his own origins. He feared his own emotions. When he would burst out like that, all Jet was doing was trying to counter what he feared. If he could not deal with it, he used the other three emotions in order to push whatever he was facing away. Most people would take the hint and back off, but she saw right through him.

The girl held him closer to her body, a single tear falling down her face and onto his broad shoulder. "Don't, Jet. Please don't push me away. I told you before, I would help you deal with your problems. In such a situation, you need your friends. Again, we don't have to tell Clive and Gallows where you came from; it can be our little secret. You'll always be Jet to me no matter what. It wouldn't even matter if you were a frightening Demon, you'd still be Jet. But you are of Filgaia, and I am a Guardian worshipper. We are both close to this world we call home. Your power, your strength, it has good in it. When I'm near you, I feel comfort and security. Nobody else has ever made me feel this way since my mother passed away."

"I…I…," stuttered Jet, before he regained his composure, "I don't understand how you can be stupid enough to put your faith in me. I'm a man made creation, and I wasn't built to give you security and comfort. There is no reason I would have to even want to do that for you anyway. Just leave me be Virginia, I have nothing to offer you." He tried his best to push her away, but she was able to keep her tight grip over him.

"Your rage is nothing more than fear. Jet, please don't push yourself further and further from those who wish to help you because of unwarranted terrors. There are things in this world, that you need a friend to help you with. Coping with such a revelation is one of them. Besides, I'm not the only one who knew you were more than a machine. Elliot wanted to give you a human existence, his son died to allow you life, and my Daddy saved you and helped you to live your own life. Now, you have me here by your side. With a friend like me, you never have to be alone again," she stated, all while holding Jet close to her slender body.

As Jet tried to push her away again, he heard a sweet voice begin singing a song. It could only be Virginia, since she was the only other person in the room. But he didn't know that she had it in her to make such lovely music. Quickly, the boy tried to banish the melody from his ears. However, due to being in such close proximity to the girl, he found he was unable to do so. Besides, it was such a beautiful voice that sang. And her song held relevance. It was all about how even though things go wrong, the angels always watched over them.

'What does she mean by those words? Why do I feel them speaking directly to me? All of the time, I feel this connection to her that couldn't be expressed in words. Perhaps it is because of her royal blood. She follows the Guardian's will and uses magic of the element. But then if that's true, I should feel something similar around Gallows. Even if the big lug is a screw up and a moron, he's still a Baskar Priest.'

Finally, the girl let go of the boy's body. As Jet readjusted his eyes, he found that he could see Virginia smiling at him. The white hospital gown she wore was painted with blood in several spots from the battles they'd fought. She looked positively haggard, but then again so did he. Yet, the very sight of her sent shivers down his spine; pleasant ones at that. He felt like he wanted to hold onto this moment forever.

Teefa's Last Words…

Forgive the delay. First of all, no reviews so I don't feel inspired at times. Second, the holidays got the best of me. Third, some jerk had the nerve to flame me with no reason given (mostly going into my website and how bad it is). Probably couple issues since the name given suggested a slash fan. Listen people, I don't hide what couplings I use. Don't like it, then leave me alone. And if you do have the gall to flame me, then at least leave your e-mail so I can give a plesant reply (note, Sky takes care of that so you'd better not get her riled up). Don't think you can make me listen or upset me; I was bullied all my life and have been hardened to meanlingless unkind words.

Ok, now on to more important things. Ginny is kind, no? Rutee and I knew making her sing would be fun.