I'm updating again! Yay! I have a lot of thing I want and need to do. I can't balance all this fan fiction shit and my own personal obligation to my own stories and poems…sigh…but I like writing fan fiction…it's what I do when I'm looking for a reason to be lazy. I don't have to work hard with fan fics…cause they aint as important to me…but damn it, I'm starting to do ones that are important to me. Sigh…
Also I've given myself a deadline for when I'll be finishing this fic: May 6th, cause that will officially mean I've been writing this thing a year…and I have to have it done by then. Also I started Exporting and editing old chapters…I'm so ashamed…I used to suck so bad…I still suck…but only I don't as bad anymore.
Give The World
Chapter 18: Confessions
Serge sat on the white hospital sheets. Doc determined to find something deathly wrong with him. Serge was beginning to grow annoyed with it. Doc had taking his pulse at least 50 times now. He swore that Serge had to be internally dying somewhere. That there was absolutely no way he could still be up and moving with his kind of injuries. Earlier that day he'd caught Serge and Kid out of bed racing around Guldove, and he hadn't liked that one bit. He'd lectured Serge about responsibility, and about how even if he didn't care what injuries he suffered, Kid wasn't to well off either, and that he should be more disciplinary for both their sakes. Serge had shrugged it off, rolling his eyes along with Kid, who now sat pouting beside him. Upset with Doc for ruining all their fun.
It was late, and most were home, children in bed. The scariest thing was Doc had been examining Serge and Kid both since he'd caught them in their unruly behavior, which was nearly 2 hours past. Serge thought personally that he'd been scolded enough already.
"Look." Serge growled. "I'm fine." Kid could hear the great deal of frustration in Serge's voice. She'd already noted earlier that he'd adapted to a few anger problems. For everyone but her he was easily irritated, and she could tell Doc was certainly making matters of his safety in grave danger.
"Chill dude…whatever…I just don't wanna see ya hurt, man…that's all…" Doc waved his hands in front of himself protectively. Serge glanced at Kid skeptically.
"Well you don't need to worry, okay?" Serge wasn't really asking.
"Fine, die if you want dude." Doc shoved his hands in his pocket announcing that he was going home.
"You really need to chill though Serge, seriously." Kid stated.
"I know…" Serge mumbled in return. Kid didn't know how much had happened, but she knew it wasn't good. The door slammed, imploring Doc's fitful leave.
"C'mon!" Kid exclaimed, jumping up from her bed. Serge gazed at her in confusion.
"Where am I coming to?" Serge questioned. "We aren't supposed to leave Kid!" Serge called, but Kid had already left. Serge sighed. Her fiery spirit had taken flight again. But this really was all he'd ever wanted, ever needed. She could keep him going. Serge let a smile bless his lips before following.
Once Serge stepped out the door Kid was already plopping down on the edge of the dock, shoes laying behind her, her toes barely brushing the lapping ocean waves. Serge smiled fully for once. Kicking off his own shoes, Serge sat down next to Kid, gazing into the ocean with eyes a mirror reflection.
"We're gonna get in trouble and I'm gonna blame it all on you…saying that you corrupted my innocent saintly mind." Kid laughed at Serge's words.
"Fine…I'll say that I'm a evil devil child and take all the blame for our actions if that's what you want." Serge laughed at Kid's words.
"Then we have a deal." Serge announced, kid looking at him the same time as he turned to look at her.
"Right." Kid agreed. Silence. Serge couldn't help but smiling. He finally had her back. A nagging voice in his head reminded him of all the times he'd told himself he'd tell her how he felt. First before the Time Devourer…than he decided after the Time Devourer…assuming of course there wouldbe a after the Time Devourer. There hadn't been…till now. Serge tried to convince himself that didn't count cause it was a year ago. But the nagging voice wouldn't shut up…and he knew it was right…and eventually his conscience joined in. The same conscience he'd long thought dead. Ever so slyly Serge let his arm fall behind Kid as he leaned back on his palms.
"Kid?" Serge began. Kid looked over to him.
"Yea?" Kid replied, awaiting an answer. Serge sighed, looking into her sky blue eyes. Serge found his arms wrapping around her, he was going to say he loved her, but it hadn't turned out that way, instead he'd simply pulled her into an embrace, kissing her. Kid was half sitting in his lap, yet to move. Serge started to pull away, to possibly apologize, but stopped when Kid pushed him over, kissing him back. The docks were cold against his back but the girl on top of him was quite the opposite, and the reality of the situation made him smile into the kiss. Kid pulled away just long enough to say:
"I love you too mate." Serge hadn't even told her he loved her, she just knew. Serge's arms wrapped tighter around Kid, encouraged by her attitude. He swore that Lynx couldn't ever do anything to destroy his life again, this heaven couldn't shatter. There were footsteps, the heaven shattered. Kid quickly jumped off Serge, and he himself sat up. Both trying to regulate their breathing. Doc stood there, looking highly disapproving.
"You two coulda just told me if you needed some alone time, ya know." Doc said with a smirk. Serge and Kid both looked away blushing.
"Um…a…" Serge felt like hurting Doc…but only mildly. Serge rubbed the back of his neck. "Right…" Serge stood, helping Kid up, starting off to the hospital again, then Leena and Korcha came running up.
"I heard you two were running off again!" Leena scolded. Serge let out a deep sigh, realizing how pissed Leena would be if she knew the full extent of the situation, then realized how upset Korcha would be if he knew the full extent of the situation. Serge and Kid looked at each other before cracking up. Serge thought if eh laughed any harder he'd fall over. Doc was covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his own chuckles. Korcha and Leena however were not informed and just stood perplexed. Serge and Kid grabbed their shoes, pushed passed them, returning into their hospital room.
"No more running off you two!" Doc yelled as they came in. "I will hold off any trespassers for ya though!" Doc offered, his words forming into laughter.
"That was interestin." Kid mumbled.
"You should of done something." Serge gave Kid a playful shove.
"What'd ya want me to do?" Kid chuckled, shoving him back. "Say: yer nice n' all Korcha but I really don't think this relationship is gonna work out…cause your kinda nauseatin and say CHA way to much?" Serge laughed, nodding slowly. Kid roller her eyes. "That's what I though. I'll give him that lecture later. Like tomorrow."
"Yea let him down easy." Kid nodded. Serge remembered the boat incident "Oh that's right…"
"Hm?" Kid questioned, plopping down on Serge's bed.
"I kinda stole his boat…and busted it." Sere gave an innocent smile. Kid laughed.
"His boat is his life."
"Well then I guess I murdered it…" Serge sighed. "It crashed into Fargo's boat."
"Ouch…" Kid made a wincing face.
"Yea, I had to jump ship…it was scary." Serge nodded, agreeing with himself, then layed down next to Kid.
"Sounds like a horror movie." Kid mockingly sympathized with a yawn, snuggling up to Serge.
OMG! THAT WAS BY FAR THE ABOSOLUTE POSITIVELY WORST BIT OF FLUFF I'VE EVER WRITEN. I can't believe I sucked so back…I wanted to get this chap up but had abso-fuckin-lutely NO inspiration…I can't believe how much shit that was…fuck…I'm so ashamed runs into darkened shadowed corner I hate myself