A/N: OHHH I PROMISE THIS WE'LL GET MORE INTERSTING
Chapter 19- SEALED UNDER THE STARS
Tristian sat one leg drawn up to his chest the other straight out, staring out the window at the night sky. The stars twinkled like diamonds in the velvet clearness. It had been awhile since he could actually see them clearly without clouds or fog blocking his view.
He leaned his head against the cool glass, letting out a deep breath. It had been a long day. Luckily for him Tabitha and Tarot hardly saw him and everyone ended up safe. But he couldn't help the ball of anxiety that held fast in his stomach. They'd tell Emma, he was positive of that. But if Emma would follow through with a thought and not a fact he wasn't sure. Frost was a very on target kid of woman. She didn't do anything without scooping it all out first.
But now she new that it was possible that he was still out there and near enough for that matter. She'd want him, more than ever now that she knew important facts that he tried so hard to keep hidden from her. She'd want him for leaving and want him for power. It was all Emma ever wanted, complete and total power. What better way to get it than through him?
A knock on his door knocked him from his thoughts. He could smell the scent of lavender, Jean was on the other side of the door. "Come in."
The door opened and Jean came in closing the door behind her. She took a couple of steps and paused, folding her arms over her chest and glancing around uncertainly.
"Let me guess," he sighed. "You want to know."
She stood near him. "It'd be nice to know exactly what went on this afternoon at the mall. You looked like you saw a ghost"
He snickered a bit. "Yeah, you can say that."
"Tristian it's not funny. I want to know what's going on?"
He swallowed. He couldn't tell her. Sure she accepted him being a trimutant, but Emma was another story. "I can't Jean."
"Trist," her voice was soft and sincere. "I'm not going to hate you or be scared of you if that's what you think. I don't care. I just want to know. I hate being lost in the dark all the time. I've been in the dark too long to be put back in it." Tears brimmed her eyes. "It's been a year since I've been able to see things clearly and I would like to know a straight answer from someone around here for a change…please tell me."
She grabbed his hand and held it in her own, crouching next to him as he sat by the window. He reached his fingers out, brushing a tear from her cheek. He smiled gently. "Let's go outside and talk. I like looking at the stars."
"Okay," Jean moved to stand up, but Tristian's grip caused her to stay.
"I got a better way," he smiled. "Do you trust me?"
She looked into his eyes, seeing nothing harmful there. "Of course."
Tristian leaned forward, whispering to her gently, "Don't be scared."
He held her hand, letting the shadow swallow them, turning them to darkness with it. He led her up into the vent and outside, up to the roof and materialized them both on the roof.
Jean gasped for air, feeling like she just ran a mile and had energy to spare. "Wow! That was amazing," she rubbed her arms. "I could feel the power…it was…"
"Tingly," he grinned.
"Yeah," she nodded with a laugh, running her hands through her hair. "Does it always feel like that?"
"No," he shook his head. "Sometimes you just feel light. But I put a little extra into it for you, thought you might like that."
"I did. It was different," she nodded with a smile still, she couldn't wipe it from her face. The energy from the shadow shift still buzzed through her, causing her adrenaline to pump madly.
She took a calming breath, regulating her heartbeat. "Okay," she sighed. "Tell me."
He leaned back on his hands, looking at the stars as she watched him. She could see the words forming in his eyes, trying to decipher where to start.
"Aren't they beautiful?" he asked.
She looked up, watching the stars gleam and glitter. "Yeah…yeah they are."
A smile crossed his face, "Me and Bonnie used to sit up on the roof and watch the stars every night. We watched every meteor shower there was. Counted shooting stars, created pictures, you name it, we did it…I haven't looked at the stars in so long," he whispered, his eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears.
This was a different type of pain, Jean noticed. It wasn't a physical hurt but an emotional and spiritual one. She knew enough about those to understand how great the pain actually was. It was a pain that no pill or bandage could take away. It bled when it wanted to, it tore at you from the inside until you screamed for it to stop. That type of pain never disappeared, only laid latent, waiting for its next strike.
Jean reached over, taking his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. "It's okay, Trist. It's good to remember, to look back no matter how much it hurts."
He sniffled, not letting the tears fall. "Sometimes it is…sometimes it isn't. Sometimes the past holds a danger greater than all else and its dangerous to look back…then again sometimes it follows you like a shadow, never really leaving and it won't go away no matter how fast you run you can never run fast enough, because it always lays right behind you."
She sat next to him, watching him carefully. He turned his head from the stars to her. "I had nothing to do with them today. They weren't looking for me, just the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Who are they?" she asked. She wanted nothing more then to help him, to get him through whatever was haunting him. That way she was helping someone instead letting her own ghosts eat at her.
"Tarot and Tabitha," he said, eyes flicking back to the stars.
"Tarot and Tabitha," she tested the names of the two girls but got no recollection in her mind. She didn't know who they were but common sense told her they were trouble. "Who are they?"
"Mutants," he said simply. "Tabitha was the blonde girl and Tarot was the red headed bitch."
"What can they do?" she asked curious as to what they were capable of in case they were to come against them.
"Tabitha can create balls of energy no bigger than a marble but with the force to blow up a room. She can create bombs pretty much. Tarot carries around a set of tarot cards that she uses constantly. She can bring forth the power of the card, like fire or Knight of Swords. She especially likes her element cards though which was the cause of the fire at the mall."
"Is that why they're dangerous? Is that why you were so scared of them?" she questioned. So far she couldn't see a possible threat linking them against Tristian. He could take them out without so much as breaking a sweat.
"No…it's not them I fear…not them I fear at all," his eyes flickered back to her and he turned his body to her. "It's their boss I fear a little. Jean you have to promise me that you won't mention this to anyone. Promise me."
She gripped his hand, hearing the fear in his voice. But it wasn't fear for himself but for her and the others. "Okay," she whispered. "I promise."
He nodded and swallowed hard. "I'll take your word for it." He licked his lips nervously, glancing around to make sure no one was around. He wasn't taking any chances. His eyes flickered back to her. "I wasn't such a nice person two years ago. I'll make it short. I hung with a girl who was a mutant. I worked for her. She was the strongest mutant there was…or so she thought until I came along. Her team of mutants is nothing but the best who she personally chooses. All who work for her do what she says because they know what will happen if they don't or what will happen if they step out of line with her. She's vicious, Jean. She kills with a smile on her face and a song in her heart and she doesn't care, at least about nothing but power. Bottom line, she wants me back because I left."
Jean blinked. She still wasn't quite understanding it all just yet. "Why does she want? Does she want you to work for her?"
He shook his head with a sad laugh, "No…she wants me for power and nothing more." His eyes found hers again. "You know my blood is power…she wants it more than anything and she'll do anything to get it," he touched her cheek with his other hand. "Even hurt the ones I care about."
Jean was barely breathing as she sat there with him, staring into his sky blue eyes. The hurt swimming beneath them. She wanted so badly to take all his pain away, to see him smile and laugh again. She only knew him for a few days and was already feeling close to him in such a short time period. He took away all her worries, she wanted to do the same for him.
"I'm not going anywhere," she told him. "I won't let her have you back."
"Jean, it's not that simple. Emma is stronger than you. She'll hurt you to get to me," he said, stroking her cheek. "It's why I couldn't let them see you. She can make no ties that way. She'll find me and take me instead of you. I'd rather have it that way then lose you."
She smiled, "You'll never lose me, Trist. I'm stronger than you think. I trust you'll protect me and I promise I will do everything I can to see to it that she never hurts you."
Jean leaned forward, going on a whim. She closed her eyes just as her lips pressed against Tristian's own, feeling the warmth of his mouth on hers. His body tensed at first but relaxed into it, his hand cupping the back of her head. A shiver ran down her spine as he responded to her.
She pulled away before it became too serious, just enough to look into his eyes, search his face but he was still enraptured by the kiss, looking at her with shock and acceptance.
She took a deep breath, inhaling his cologne, clinging to the scent and whispering, "You have my word."
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Chapter 19- SEALED UNDER THE STARS
Tristian sat one leg drawn up to his chest the other straight out, staring out the window at the night sky. The stars twinkled like diamonds in the velvet clearness. It had been awhile since he could actually see them clearly without clouds or fog blocking his view.
He leaned his head against the cool glass, letting out a deep breath. It had been a long day. Luckily for him Tabitha and Tarot hardly saw him and everyone ended up safe. But he couldn't help the ball of anxiety that held fast in his stomach. They'd tell Emma, he was positive of that. But if Emma would follow through with a thought and not a fact he wasn't sure. Frost was a very on target kid of woman. She didn't do anything without scooping it all out first.
But now she new that it was possible that he was still out there and near enough for that matter. She'd want him, more than ever now that she knew important facts that he tried so hard to keep hidden from her. She'd want him for leaving and want him for power. It was all Emma ever wanted, complete and total power. What better way to get it than through him?
A knock on his door knocked him from his thoughts. He could smell the scent of lavender, Jean was on the other side of the door. "Come in."
The door opened and Jean came in closing the door behind her. She took a couple of steps and paused, folding her arms over her chest and glancing around uncertainly.
"Let me guess," he sighed. "You want to know."
She stood near him. "It'd be nice to know exactly what went on this afternoon at the mall. You looked like you saw a ghost"
He snickered a bit. "Yeah, you can say that."
"Tristian it's not funny. I want to know what's going on?"
He swallowed. He couldn't tell her. Sure she accepted him being a trimutant, but Emma was another story. "I can't Jean."
"Trist," her voice was soft and sincere. "I'm not going to hate you or be scared of you if that's what you think. I don't care. I just want to know. I hate being lost in the dark all the time. I've been in the dark too long to be put back in it." Tears brimmed her eyes. "It's been a year since I've been able to see things clearly and I would like to know a straight answer from someone around here for a change…please tell me."
She grabbed his hand and held it in her own, crouching next to him as he sat by the window. He reached his fingers out, brushing a tear from her cheek. He smiled gently. "Let's go outside and talk. I like looking at the stars."
"Okay," Jean moved to stand up, but Tristian's grip caused her to stay.
"I got a better way," he smiled. "Do you trust me?"
She looked into his eyes, seeing nothing harmful there. "Of course."
Tristian leaned forward, whispering to her gently, "Don't be scared."
He held her hand, letting the shadow swallow them, turning them to darkness with it. He led her up into the vent and outside, up to the roof and materialized them both on the roof.
Jean gasped for air, feeling like she just ran a mile and had energy to spare. "Wow! That was amazing," she rubbed her arms. "I could feel the power…it was…"
"Tingly," he grinned.
"Yeah," she nodded with a laugh, running her hands through her hair. "Does it always feel like that?"
"No," he shook his head. "Sometimes you just feel light. But I put a little extra into it for you, thought you might like that."
"I did. It was different," she nodded with a smile still, she couldn't wipe it from her face. The energy from the shadow shift still buzzed through her, causing her adrenaline to pump madly.
She took a calming breath, regulating her heartbeat. "Okay," she sighed. "Tell me."
He leaned back on his hands, looking at the stars as she watched him. She could see the words forming in his eyes, trying to decipher where to start.
"Aren't they beautiful?" he asked.
She looked up, watching the stars gleam and glitter. "Yeah…yeah they are."
A smile crossed his face, "Me and Bonnie used to sit up on the roof and watch the stars every night. We watched every meteor shower there was. Counted shooting stars, created pictures, you name it, we did it…I haven't looked at the stars in so long," he whispered, his eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears.
This was a different type of pain, Jean noticed. It wasn't a physical hurt but an emotional and spiritual one. She knew enough about those to understand how great the pain actually was. It was a pain that no pill or bandage could take away. It bled when it wanted to, it tore at you from the inside until you screamed for it to stop. That type of pain never disappeared, only laid latent, waiting for its next strike.
Jean reached over, taking his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. "It's okay, Trist. It's good to remember, to look back no matter how much it hurts."
He sniffled, not letting the tears fall. "Sometimes it is…sometimes it isn't. Sometimes the past holds a danger greater than all else and its dangerous to look back…then again sometimes it follows you like a shadow, never really leaving and it won't go away no matter how fast you run you can never run fast enough, because it always lays right behind you."
She sat next to him, watching him carefully. He turned his head from the stars to her. "I had nothing to do with them today. They weren't looking for me, just the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Who are they?" she asked. She wanted nothing more then to help him, to get him through whatever was haunting him. That way she was helping someone instead letting her own ghosts eat at her.
"Tarot and Tabitha," he said, eyes flicking back to the stars.
"Tarot and Tabitha," she tested the names of the two girls but got no recollection in her mind. She didn't know who they were but common sense told her they were trouble. "Who are they?"
"Mutants," he said simply. "Tabitha was the blonde girl and Tarot was the red headed bitch."
"What can they do?" she asked curious as to what they were capable of in case they were to come against them.
"Tabitha can create balls of energy no bigger than a marble but with the force to blow up a room. She can create bombs pretty much. Tarot carries around a set of tarot cards that she uses constantly. She can bring forth the power of the card, like fire or Knight of Swords. She especially likes her element cards though which was the cause of the fire at the mall."
"Is that why they're dangerous? Is that why you were so scared of them?" she questioned. So far she couldn't see a possible threat linking them against Tristian. He could take them out without so much as breaking a sweat.
"No…it's not them I fear…not them I fear at all," his eyes flickered back to her and he turned his body to her. "It's their boss I fear a little. Jean you have to promise me that you won't mention this to anyone. Promise me."
She gripped his hand, hearing the fear in his voice. But it wasn't fear for himself but for her and the others. "Okay," she whispered. "I promise."
He nodded and swallowed hard. "I'll take your word for it." He licked his lips nervously, glancing around to make sure no one was around. He wasn't taking any chances. His eyes flickered back to her. "I wasn't such a nice person two years ago. I'll make it short. I hung with a girl who was a mutant. I worked for her. She was the strongest mutant there was…or so she thought until I came along. Her team of mutants is nothing but the best who she personally chooses. All who work for her do what she says because they know what will happen if they don't or what will happen if they step out of line with her. She's vicious, Jean. She kills with a smile on her face and a song in her heart and she doesn't care, at least about nothing but power. Bottom line, she wants me back because I left."
Jean blinked. She still wasn't quite understanding it all just yet. "Why does she want? Does she want you to work for her?"
He shook his head with a sad laugh, "No…she wants me for power and nothing more." His eyes found hers again. "You know my blood is power…she wants it more than anything and she'll do anything to get it," he touched her cheek with his other hand. "Even hurt the ones I care about."
Jean was barely breathing as she sat there with him, staring into his sky blue eyes. The hurt swimming beneath them. She wanted so badly to take all his pain away, to see him smile and laugh again. She only knew him for a few days and was already feeling close to him in such a short time period. He took away all her worries, she wanted to do the same for him.
"I'm not going anywhere," she told him. "I won't let her have you back."
"Jean, it's not that simple. Emma is stronger than you. She'll hurt you to get to me," he said, stroking her cheek. "It's why I couldn't let them see you. She can make no ties that way. She'll find me and take me instead of you. I'd rather have it that way then lose you."
She smiled, "You'll never lose me, Trist. I'm stronger than you think. I trust you'll protect me and I promise I will do everything I can to see to it that she never hurts you."
Jean leaned forward, going on a whim. She closed her eyes just as her lips pressed against Tristian's own, feeling the warmth of his mouth on hers. His body tensed at first but relaxed into it, his hand cupping the back of her head. A shiver ran down her spine as he responded to her.
She pulled away before it became too serious, just enough to look into his eyes, search his face but he was still enraptured by the kiss, looking at her with shock and acceptance.
She took a deep breath, inhaling his cologne, clinging to the scent and whispering, "You have my word."
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