Last chapter, guys!

Thanks for the comments along the way.

Usual disclaimers apply – nothing is ours but the plot and fingers we typed it with. The setting, Jenny, P.C., Slug, and Julian all belong to the wonderful L. J. Smith

Enjoy!

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Julian sat on the opposite side of the closet occasionally watching Jenny as she dug into the sandwiches enthusiastically.

"Can you please stop that?"

Julian blinked. "Sorry, what?"

Jenny regarded him with a slight frown on her face.

"Can you not stare at me while I'm eating. It's off-putting and really just… down right creepy."

He laughed to himself in the corner.

"Fine," He shrugged, standing up. Then without warning he crossed the closet to sit beside her. "Though maybe you shouldn't sit directly across from me, directly in my line of sight, if you don't want me to look at you."

Jenny glared at him for a minute before finishing off her sandwich.

"You know," she started, breaking the silence that had been building. " You really are impossible."

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Jenny stood up to stretch her legs. Boredom was starting to set in.

The tapping of her fingers against the wall absently filling the silence that had been left between the two captives.

Julian's eyes constantly followed Jenny as she walked back and forth; her movements fascinating him.

Eventually she came back to the present and noticed his watching her… again.

"So, Mr Shadowman, tell me. What can we do now?"

For a moment she wished that she could take back the question, feeling a small flash of panic as his gaze moved automatically over her lips.

"I'm not so sure what you would want to do." The musical voice replied slowly, "I think maybe you would be better at deciding your own pastimes. I have a feeling that you wouldn't favour mine." He grinned wolfishly. Jenny laughed, regaining confidence and looked down at him.

"Oh, is that so?"

Julian stood up so that it was now he looking down on Jenny. "Am I mistaken?"

There was no raised eyebrow needed, his tone implied it all. Jenny fought the urge to stick her tongue out at him.
"Well I'm bored! I'm sick of sitting on the floor in a semi-dark closet and I can't think of anything to do."

The flickering of the conjured light played over Julian's smirk.

"Well," he started. "I can think of one thing for us to do. It simply depends on your approval."

Jenny laughed. "My approval?"

Julian gently ran his fingers down the side of her face. "I assure you, it makes for a wonderful pastime."

She smiled up at him with piercing, green eyes.

"Well… maybe you do have a point… this time."

Jenny struggled to organise her thoughts.

"I'm thinking I should let you organise this activity." Julian grinned down at her, meeting her gaze.

"Jenny…" His voice was quiet; dark and mysterious with barely-hidden emotion.

"I always have a point, you just don't listen."

Jenny chose to ignore his teasing. Her thoughts, which should have been formulating a clever comeback, already preoccupied with his perfect face filling her vision. She watched, transfixed as he leaned in closer.

Unconsciously Jenny leaned back slightly against the wall behind her. She felt the smooth, cool pressure of a flat surface against her back and was grateful for its support considering that she could barely stand on her own at that moment.

Then Julian raised his hands, gently cupping the sides of her face. The touch was light as a feather, barely there, and yet it still managed to sear through her. The electric shock that always came from such close proximity with Julian. Jenny took a quiet, shuddering breath, her knees felt like they could give way at any minute.

Julian leaned in, his hands tilting her face back. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of Julian's breath gently brushing her lips.

And then, in a moment, it was gone.

Jenny's eyes flew open as the wonderful warmth from Julian was torn away to be replaced by a falling sensation as the wall slipped out from behind her. Jenny cried out as she fell, Julian's arms failing to support her in his own surprise.

Jenny cringed from the floor rising up to meet her and was surprised when the only solid impact that followed was a muffled thump. Until, that is, she looked to see Julian between her and floor. She blushed slightly from the contact and shifted, moving to stand up.

She looked up to the familiar sights of her Grandfather's basement and something slightly more foreign.

There, standing right in front of her, frozen to statues in their surprise were P.C., with mouth wide open, and Slug, his hand unmoved form the doorhandle of the closet.

Jenny blinked at the two boys standing before her unsure what to think. To her it had only been the previous day that they had seemed so very threatening and now, after all she'd been through…

She sensed Julian's presence suddenly standing beside her and a quick glance confirmed her suspicions.

He was way pissed off.

"What are you doing here?" He glared down at them and Jenny recognised this as the scary side of him she had never truly seen before.

The boys shrank, visibly under his scrutiny and started to back off, their mouths opening as if to speak, but no sound coming out.

Julian started to stalk towards them, every movement screaming predator, before Jenny came up behind him grabbing his arm.

"Wait Julian!"

Similar to when they'd been in the More Games Store after she'd promised herself, Jenny saw Julian's expression relax as he turned to look down at her.

She glanced from his face to the two terrified figures on the other side of the room now trying to make their way up the stairs and out of the room whilst drawing as little attention as ever.

"I have no idea what they're doing here, or how they ever got here, but you know, they did let us out of the closet."

He sighed. "I suppose they did."

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the two boys disappeared. "I'll deal with them later."

And with that, he resumed his position facing Jenny with his arms resting around her waist.

"Now, about that activity…"

" The one that was assured to be wonderful entertainment?" Jenny turned to place her hands up on his chest.

"The very one."

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Aaaaaand, we're finished.

Hope you all enjoyed it

P.S. I secretly wished that Santa would bring me Julian this Christmas.

I even woke up early on Christmas morning but disappointingly all I found was a bunch of wrapped presents, none of which were remotely Julian shaped.

Ah well… I can live in hope.