Summary: No X.A.N.A, no Yumi, Odd or Ulrich. Just my version of Lyoko, and it's people. Aelita is the 'royal outcast', until a certain human boy comes along. J/A forever!

Disclaim: I own all of Lyoko's original inhabitants, the language, and such. I don't own Lyoko, Jeremie, or Aelita.

Now, on to chapter five. The mushy chappy everyone's been waiting for. (drum roll, please)

Dark shadows on the outskirts of his vision followed him everywhere.

Lost, so lost…

Human eyes watched him, while inhuman hands chilled his skin. Then the hands turned warm. Jeremie turned to see a smiling Aelita behind him, her shining aura killing the shadows. She didn't say anything, just took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. Jeremie felt as if every single bone in his body was melting with joy. Then suddenly, horribly, it stopped. The air became empty, and Aelita vanished. It was cold, and Jeremie was lost. Lost, and angry.

"Aelita!"

His voice was muffled and low. There was no echo. Jeremie called again, wishing to feel that warmth again. That joy only Aelita could cause. But there was nothing.

It was a prison. A prison in his mind. Nothing could stop the hands from gripping him, the eyes from watching…

Jeremie's eyes opened, and stared into black, green-pupiled eyes. Hands gripped his wrists, and the boy panicked.

"LET ME GO!"

The hands left him, but the feeling still lingered. Jeremie fought.

"Jeremie! It's me!"

The single voice broke the fear, and Jeremie stopped fighting, and fell off the resting chair with a thud. He looked up, and saw Aelita's anxious, inhumanly exquisite face only inches from his own. His dream, and the kiss that had happened, floated up instantly to his mind, and he spoke without thinking.

"You're so beautiful when you're worried, Princess."

His face flushed immediately, and, jumping to his feet, he started stammering apologizes. Aelita listened in silence, head cocked slightly to one side, smiling slightly. When Jeremie stopped for breath and to adjust his glasses, the Princess's smile grew wider.

"And you're extremely handsome when you're embarrassed," she whispered, her eyes glowing. "Don't worry, Jeremie. I finally understand not to fight what's going on." For a moment, a flicker of anger, and –was Jeremie just imaging it?- weariness flashed through those strange eyes.

"Wh- what do you mean, Princess? What are you fighting?"

Aelita smiled again and leaned closer, her heart pounding. "The urge to do this."

She kissed him.

His lips were soft, which Aelita hadn't expected. But they were, soft and warm. Then Jeremie began to respond, caressing her lips with his own, so gently that Aelita thought her legs might just give out. She hesitantly put her hands on the back of his neck, only to have Jeremie wrap his arms around her and pull her closer. She could feel his whole body trembling, and found that she, too, was shivering. Why, she didn't know, or care. Heat was spreading slowly from her stomach to every point that their bodies touched, fussing with her mind and senses.

Jeremie slowly pulled away, only to bury his face against her shoulder. Aelita shivered again, tightening her hold around him.

"I missed you," the boy whispered. Aelita felt his breath tickle the back of her neck, and trembled slightly. Jeremie sighed, then went on, still in a whisper. "When you disappeared, all I could think of was you. I wondered if you were mad at me or something. Then they brought you in here, out cold. Not de-loaded, but truly unconscious. You fainted, didn't you, Princess?" He pulled back and cupped her cheek with one hand, his eyes warm but worried. "What happened?"

Aelita looked down, the anger and surprise she had felt in the prophecy room coming back full force. "Has anyone ever kept a very large secret from you? A secret that was all about you?"

Jeremie tilted her face up. "Are you part of a prophecy?"

Aelita scowled and put her back to him. "I am the prophecy, Jeremie. According to the record, I will be the last fully Lyokoian queen, and I'll be the most powerful." She turned to face him again. "It also said I was to fall in love, and join with, a stranger with blue eyes." Jeremie's face flushed, but he took her hands in his and pulled her near to him. Aelita sighed. "I'm not human, Jeremie. But I'm no longer like my people."

"And do you really think that'll make me love you less?" Jeremie asked, raising an eyebrow. Aelita's eyes glowed slightly. The human boy smiled, and gently kissed the top of her left hand, then the other. He then held them both, staring in her eyes. "You're beautiful, Princess. Kind, beautiful and amazing. There could be a million prophecies about you, but they'll never change who you are."

The truth of these words hit Aelita so hard, she gasped. Launching herself forward, she hugged him tightly, her face pressed to his neck. "Thank you," she whispered. Jeremie's only response was to tight his arms around her waist. Aelita sighed happily, her mind joyfully blank and free of worry. So this was love. Unbelievable joy fused with both warm desire and sweet caring for the boy in her arms.

"I knew it."

Jeremie and Aelita jumped apart, and looked at the doorway. Relika leaned against the edge, smirking.

"I knew it," she repeated. "See, Lit? I was right. You would find a boiden."

Aelita grinned at Relika, then looked up at Jeremie, smiling warmly. "Correction: My love found me." Jeremie's own smile widened and he rested his forehead against hers.

Relika raised an eyebrow and rolled her violet eyes. "You two are going to be insufferably romantic, aren't you?" she asked in the original language of Lyoko.

Aelita grinned again. "Maybe," she answered in the same language. "Now the whole fortress has to get used to it." Her grin turned impish.

Relika shook her head, smiling wryly. "Does your mother know?"

Aelita shrugged. "She'll have to get used to it. It's not like she's ever told me everything either." Relika's eyebrows went up.

"You turning rebel?"

Jeremie looked from Princess to Witch, a dry look on his face. "Do I want to know what you're talking about?"

Relika's evil grin mirrored her friend's. "Depends, human," she told him, reverting back into the 'Common' language. "Do you really want to know what two females are talking about, no matter who they are or in what language they're talking in?" Jeremie mock-shuddered, then grinned down at Aelita. Relika rolled her eyes again.

"I think I'll leave you two alone. Or is that not a good idea?"

"Lika!" Aelita squeaked, and Jeremie went purple. The Witch grinned, winked at the pair of them, and vanished. Aelita pressed her face against Jeremie's chest.

"If she makes any more dirty comments, she's in big trouble," she muttered. She felt Jeremie chuckle, the vibration going through her own body as well as his.

"Don't worry, Princess," he told her softly, stroking her hair. "Something tells me Relika has her own set of dirty jokes to tell."

Aelita laughed and moved closer, resting her cheek over his heart. Jeremie didn't answer, content to simply caress the soft hair under his fingertips. He could hear Aelita's breathing slow down slightly, and looked at her face.

"Princess?"

She had fallen asleep.

Jeremie smiled, gently picked the girl up, and set her on the resting seat he himself had occupied only a half-hour earlier. A half-hour earlier, he had been so scared of loving her. Now, he knew. She loved him. It was perfect, at least in his eyes. Perfect. Just like Aelita. He looked at her, saw the beauty of her resting face.

'Sleep is impossible in my world', Aelita had once told Jeremie. 'So is love. And the senses.'

Not anymore. Jeremie sat down at her side, and watched his Princess sleep.

In'it cute? Don't worry, it isn't over yet….sorry if it's a bit short. I didn't want to go too far with it. Please review, and THANK YOU for reading!