Warning: Rated 'M' for adult subject matter and adult language.

The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.


The next month was hell for Aelita. After that morning, she never spoke to Jeremie again. When ever she would see him walking across the campus, she would call out to him and wave, but he would ignore her.

For the first two weeks, she would cry whenever he did this. After that, she decided to hell with him. If he wanted to be that way, fine. She would find somebody else.

Sissi and her other friends all tried to get her to talk to Jeremie, to find out what was really bothering him, but she told them to butt out. If Jeremie wanted to act like an asshole, then fine by her.

After a month, she decided to get out and try something different. There was a nightclub about an hour away from the college where she attended, and she had heard good things about the place. The music was great, the dancing lively, and the guys were something to behold. She decided to find out for herself.

That night, she dressed in a tight, short dress, one she had bought for Jeremie, and went.

True to what she had heard, the place was great. The band performing was fantastic, and there were some of the cutest looking guys she had ever seen. She went to the bar, ordered a drink, then found herself a table to watch the crowd and enjoy the music.

After her third drink, a man approached and asked, "mind if I join you?"

"Sure, have a seat," Aelita replied. The man sat down.

He was about Aelita's age. He had the longest blond hair she had ever seen on a man. It was tied in a pony tail that reached down to his buttocks when he stood. He also had the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She could almost lose herself in them. And his smile!

"I don't think I've seen you here before," he said, "by the way, my name's Jude."

"Aelita," she replied dreamily, "Jude, as in Jude Law?"

"No," he replied, "more like St. Jude, you know, the patron saint of lost causes?'

She laughed at that and smiled, "and do I look like a lost cause to you, Jude?"

"Yes, Aelita, you do," he replied, "would you like to be saved?"

"Oh, yes," she replied as she fell into his eyes.


The next thing Aelita remembered was waves and waves a pleasure. Jude had taken her from the club, to his apartment. There, he took her in his arms and ravished her. Once he started, there was nothing but him, her, and absolute ecstasy, crashing over her, around her, through her, pure pleasure. This, she thought, was what she wanted, what she was always looking for.

Deep within her, a thought arose, yes, but with Jeremie.

The next morning, she woke up alone in a strange bed. On the night stand by her was a note:

Thanks for the good time. Let yourself out.

She never saw Jude again after that night. She returned to school and got back into her routine. She never saw Jeremie again, either. Her friends wouldn't tell her what became of him, and soon she stopped asking. Soon after that, she drifted away from them.

Aelita started club-hopping, hoping to run across Jude again. She never did, but she did meet other men, and sometimes women. Some she just danced with. Some, she slept with. Some, she even tried to make a lasting relationship with.

The sex was good, sometimes even fantastic, but always in the back of her mind was the small voice that said, it should have been Jeremie.

Aelita graduated, and found a good job away from Paris. She continued looking for Jude, or Mr. Right. All she ever found was Mr. or Ms. Right Here.

She finally married a man, Michael Buford, an American from Georgia. She moved to the United States with him, and they lived quite a few years together.

Those years were hard. He was always kind to her, but he was also never there. He was an ambitious man, and spent every waking moment trying to catch that ever elusive American Dream. Aelita found work to help supplement their meager income and fill the empty hours in her life.

When Michael finally achieved his dream, he left Aelita for his secretary. He left her with nothing but emptiness.

She lived out the rest of her life alone, in a foreign land. She had brief times of happiness, but never joy. And always loneliness. When she finally passed away, she was laid in a pauper's grave.


Aelita stood over the unmarked mound that was her final resting place.

"Well, did you enjoy that?" said a man's voice behind her.

She turned around and there was Jude, as young as the day she first met him.

"Jude! Where have you been? I've been looking for you almost my entire life!" she said.

"No, you haven't," he replied, "you've been chasing something you thought you wanted. What you truly wanted you threw away years ago."

"Jeremie."

"Jeremie spent almost his entire relationship with you fighting a great lie in his heart," Jude went on, "one that you could have helped him with, but didn't. It finally defeated him, on the very night you first met me. You were told once that one day it would be Time, Time for You and Him. You decided you couldn't wait and forced the issue. This is the result."

"What became of him?" she asked, the dread rising inside her.

"He's at the bottom of the river in front of the old factory. The old factory that was supposed to be the place where the evil that XANA spawned would finally be destroyed. But that never happened either. Now others have to take up the fight you foresook."

"What will become of me?"

"Nothing. Here is where you ended up. Here is where you will remain."

With that, Jude disappeared.

"Oh, my God! What have I done!" she cried to the emptiness as it closed in on her forever, "Jeremie!"