Epilogue: A New Beginning
(A/N: Mwha. Great title for an epilogue...
Final part here. Thanks again for everyone who has read and put up with me for this story. The trailer below is a prequel to this story, and will be in production soon, as I'm halfway through it. I have to say that the rating will be high...too high for this place so I will have to post a legal amount and the rest will be up on my site. I'll let you know when it eventually gets put up. Au reviour.)
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Jane hugged herself away from the wind and cold as she went to the window.
She drew the curtains, blocking out the moon for another night. The first peace.
Retreating back into the room, she still noticed the dust on the shelves. This silly old place can never keep itself in order, she thought. Countless times she had...anyway, nothing mattered anymore. Things were finally shaping up.
Now thinking back to the long, desperate nights of baring her darkest tales, she wondered; what had made them do it? What had caused them to bring their minds to revealing the things remaining hidden?
Jane had never wanted to hear more of Beatrice, and Clayton as long as she lived. Perhaps with Tarzan, those things didn't become so fearful anymore. He was the first person she was ready to tell, she realised. That had never happened before...with anyone. Not even her parents, and she had been close to them as well.
Maybe it was because he was suffering too, from his own mistakes.
She saw him, asleep in the bed, and slowly pulled the netting around. A kiss was planted on his cheek, and she sat down beside him; watching.
Always the dreamer. Always.
Jane wondered when she would tell him her own secret. After all, it would not affect their relationship too much. Not in a terrible way. He needed to know.
Not now, she told herself. Not yet.
A protective hand fell over her stomach. That was where the new life was. The new beginning, for both of them.
She shut her eyes, and rested for another blissful night. The crickets chirruped outside, and all was well.
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- Black. Words roll up. -
All secrets have to be told.
All must be shared.
- A view of a jungle paradise. Jane's voice is heard in the background -
"I was told to take care of my innocence until after I was married."
- Fade to black -
- Cut to: Tarzan sitting on the edge of the wooden tree house, watching the floor beneath him. He turns back towards the window, a silhouette of Jane sitting by the window -
- Back to: Tarzan. He blinks, shuts his eyes and looks away. Jane's voice echoes -
"I was told..."
"I was told to take care of my innocence..."
- Fade to black. Cut to Tarzan, younger. He reaches out for Terk's shoulder and draws his hand away at the last minute, shocked -
- A roll of images flash by at a heartbeat pace. Tarzan looking down at his hand. Tarzan and Jane's voices are heard in the background -
"Jane?"
- An image of Jane turning -
"Tarzan?"
- More images. Younger Tarzan by a lake, scrubbing frantically at his skin. Jane tumbling from a tree branch to the open jungle floor, her face in a scream. Her cry in the background -
"TARZAN!"
- Snap to black. Tarzan's voice is heard -
"We are not so different after all."
- Cut to a series of flashback moments from the first film. On the vines, looking down at one another. Tarzan slowly pulling Jane's glove away from her hand. His voice in the background -
"Underneath...she's just like...me."
- Back to the silhouette by the window. Jane lets her hair fall down her back -
- A flash of images roll by. A door opening. Jane turning quickly to look behind her. A baby gorilla being born. Tarzan pounding his fist. Tarzan and Jane's hands holding -
- Snap to black. The quick breathing in the background. Fade to Tarzan staring into Jane's eyes, one hand reaching towards her face -
"Do not hide away. Not from Tarzan."
- Fades to black. The final lines roll up -
Theirs will be shared.
An upcoming fic by British Child
Tarzan © Edgar Rice Burroughs & Disney
