A/N: I originally marked this as complete, but in behalf of Invader Johnny's curiosity, I thought it would be nice to know this piece of information.
Disclaimer: Still, no.
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"Today, we gather to honor the death of Jadelyn August West…"
In honor of
Jadelyn August West
An Entertainer, A Friend
July. 26. 1994 to May. 17. 2081
She never found her soulmate.
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Tori
76 years. That's how long I've waited for Jade. And the moment I saw her entering through the gates to heaven, I felt the first stitch to mending my heart.
Jade looked the same as she did in her teenage years. So did I. It was a thing that the gods did up here to make us look as attractive as possible. Shallow.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. She wanted to be angry, but too confused to be. I would know, of course. After all, we've been together for four years and two months in the first timeline. Not to mention I've been watching her for most of my time up here. Not at all creepy.
I approached her carefully. "Jade?" I questioned softly.
Her frame stiffened a bit and she reached for her waistband. No scissors. I smiled amusely and pulled out a pair of forest green, freshly sharpened and shined scissors. "Looking for these?" They weren't a pair she had before, but they look relatively similar to one she owned previously.
Jade scowled and took a threatening step towards me, "Give it to me."
I flipped it, so that the colored handle was facing her. I leaned in a bit and taunted,
"Come get them, babe."
She looked so taken aback by my choice of word, that I would've laughed if I wasn't trying to be serious.
Jade stared intently at me. I locked my coffee colored eyes with hers almost instantly. You know what they say, old habits die hard, even after decades.
Second stitch.
Finally, "Okay, I don't need them." She shrugged nonchalantly and made to leave. She saw that I wanted something from her and figured if she pretended to leave, I would give her what she wants. Normally, if I was actually the age that I looked, I would've fell for it. But, I didn't and that was due to wisdom from age.
So instead, I slowly made my way closer to Jade and said, "My name is Victoria Dawn Vega."
I see her struggling to keep an impassive face. Jade's eyes flicker with emotions and parts her lips, "S- so?"
"Sooo," I drawl, "I was the girl that saved you in the alley." I'm pretty sure she remembers me, but if not, here is the reminder. I extend the weapon toward her invitingly.
Jade eyes it suspiciously, and before I could blink, I felt the cool metal slide out of my grasp. I see her give a small smirk now that the scissors were in her possession.
Third stitch.
She moved her head close to mine, arching the blades open and high above our heads. "And I'm fucking Santa Claus." The black-clad girl shoved me back with her other hand and swiftly turned to leave.
Gammit. "Jade, wait!" I halt her with my hand. Bad move. Said girl swung the weapon, stopping it millimeters away from my neck. My eyes went crossed eyed when I tried to look at it. I averted them back to her and say as calmly as possible, "I can prove it."
I inched back. "I was buried in the Starnizer Cemetery. Trina Vega was my sister. David and Holly Vega are my parents. The man in the alley that night is a rapist who got away with everything, until you." Jade still didn't look convinced, so went for a different tactic. Over the years I've been in heaven, I hear a few rumors. Such as: I wasn't the only person to have been able to go back in time. And: the people who were affected by the person who traveled back will often remember their previous timeline if prompted.
Fourth stitch.
"Try to recall a brunette that looks exactly like me. You met her in Hollywood Arts. She preferred to be called Tori by everyone but you. She liked it when you called her by her surname, Vega."
Jade's body language indicated that she grew increasingly confused with each word. I sighed, then dropped the bomb, "You and her were in love with each other." I waited for her to process and remember. She shifted her boot clad feet uncomfortably. Her slender eyebrows rose higher and higher with each passing second, eyes a conflicted mess, and fingers brushing the scissors repeatedly. Jade opened her mouth and left it in that position long enough that I said, "Close it, you don't want flies.
She snapped it shut, startled, and whispered something under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Vega?" Jade asks in the tone that brings me back to the first timeline, when she always said my name like that.
Fifth stitch.
It was my turn for my mouth to be left agape. I heard about it… but I never thought… that she would remember...
"Close your mouth, don't wanna catch flies," she drawls in that sexy low voice and for the love of chiz I think I'm going to faint.
"Jade," I mutter, "Jade." I flip my hair, so I could get a better look at her.
"Why hello boys, my name is Tori Vega! Buy me some licorice and I'll give you a kiss!" She grins teasingly at me and flips her hair dramatically.
"I talk nothing like that." I glare at her, but we both know I don't mean it.
"I know babe, my head likes to make up things." She puts her hand on my left hip affectionately, "My hero," Jade smiles and leans in closer. My eyes flutter shut and I close the gap. Our lips meet gently and I bring my arms around her neck. I heard distinct clunk to my right, but I pay it no attention. All that matters now, is Jade and I, together again.
Last stitch.