This part is going to be JeriKole, as requested by nordiana and Luxford Bankitty. Credit for the plot goes to LB as well, since I am incredibly uncreative and need all the help I can get.
I've refrained from watching season five, mainly because I just don't like it and it makes me sad. So all of the information on Jericho is from various websites instead of the series finale itself. If he's slightly out of character, you know why.
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When he'd received word on her kidnapping, he couldn't have rushed to their aid sooner. Of course, it had to be Dr. Light – broken out of prison once more. Really, Jericho would muse to himself, How do these criminals find it in their power to escape? If anything, the Jump City penitentiary should be doing its best to keep its convicts in order… the amount of returning illicits in the area was uncanny.
Regardless of his own cynicism, Jericho did what he could to keep the city protected when he was summoned to help. While the others did their best to trounce Dr. Light (likely a feat that wouldn't take very long to accomplish), Jericho insisted on tracing the confined, pink-haired heroin and freeing her immediately.
She wasn't hard to locate. Ironically, Kole was kept hostage in a lighthouse that looked ready to collapse. Her hands were bound to a pole at the top, and Jericho felt his shirt rip on a stray nail. Blood soaked through the white material near his collarbone.
Eventually, however, he made it to the top. He untied Kole and watched her collapse onto the unsteady wooden floorboards. Jericho faced her with a concerned gaze.
"I'm fine," She answered his silent query, examining her reddened wrists. She carefully felt the cut on his chest.
"Oh," She whispered. Kole tore some fabric from her sleeve, despite the blonde's nonverbal protests, and stretched it across his wound. "It's not much, but it'll do for now. We'll fix you up when we get back to the tower. Are you alright?"
He nodded, and took her hands in his. His emerald orbs met her sapphire ones, and she smiled tenderly. Often, when Jericho would make eye contact with another being, he would wonder how it might feel to possess them. Of course, he rarely too action on this, given his own ethics and morals, but the curiosity was regularly there.
But he didn't feel the need to possess her; she was already perfect.
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Hurr. Fluff. I feel like I could have done so much better.
I have to admit, I really do like this pairing. I read a bit of JeriKole fanfiction before starting this chapter, and the chemistry these two have really is adorable. I might have to do more with them. Maybe for practice, because I really don't feel like I did them justice here. Too rushed, not much content. I'll get better, though, I promise!
Thoughts? (: