Gabrielle POV
I still felt alive, but for all I know I really did fall off of that tower and now I'm in a coma. Even if it is a coma I don't care because right now John is holding me, and that means I'm safe. Weather he's bulletproof or not.
Although I'm certain he didn't know how, John set me down gently from where I was, only to let himself drop to the ground. I didn't give him enough time to get up, I grabbed him and felt his arms encase me. My heart still raced, but didn't cry, I stayed quiet.
"Shhhhhhh. It's okay, you're with me, nothing will happen to you I promise." He's more scared than I am at this point, but he's the one that's soothing me? He kissed my forehead and eased up on me. I pulled from him enough to kiss his lips, fierce and long. Until I heard someone clear their throat behind us, "Excuse me, could I interrupt you for just a second?"
I pulled from John and turned to look, only to find The Man of Steel staring back at me. I felt Jonathan pull me with him as he got up and steady me. He looked down at me then to the caped crusader "Thank you. I've never cared much for the supes in the world but you helped me protect the one thing I care about, and I'm grateful for that."
"It looks like you didn't need much of my help at all. Have we ever met before? Because you look familiar to me."
John shook his head "No I'm pretty sure I'd have remembered."
Superman looked down for a second, "Is this the first time that's ever happened to you before? The first time you flew? The less people that know the better. Some people will do anything to get rid of anyone with abilities like ours. The world is a hard place, and you don't look like the kind of kid that wants to get caught in that evil."
"But I don't want to be like you. I like my life, I like the people in it. Just because I floated a few feet off the ground doesn't mean everything has to change." He pulled his arm around me and started to walk away.
"Who are your parents?"
John spun on his heels, "What? What do you mean by that?"
Superman stared hard at him, "Have you ever seen pictures from when you were born? Your mother or father holding you at the hospital? Have you seen your birth certificate with your own eyes?"
That sent John reeling, I gripped him, kept him steady as he thought. "No. I haven't. That means...they're not my parents are they?"
"I'm not saying that's the case, but it happens with most heroes. Being forced to give up their children if some villains pose threats, or just being reckless with fan girls. Most of the heroes don't have a choice in the matter. If you'd like I could help you find your parents; children usually take after their abilities. I only offer because I was going through this at your age, I had so many questions, but at the time I most needed them, no one could provide."
John stood there just staring at the ground but he grabbed my hand and looked at me. We reached for each others hands at the same time and he hugged me for a while, then chose to look down at me "If I can learn what else I can do, it'll be easier to protect you. But at the same time I'm scared Gabs. What if I can't die? Then you'll grow old and ill stay young forever. And I almost lost you and the day I do that is the day I truly loose myself."
I just stared at him, I didn't know how to say the impossible. "John. I can't die."
He looked down at me puzzled, "What do you mean?"
I pulled a knife from his front pocket and unfolded it, before Jonathan could protest I slid the blade through layers of flesh and tissue in my forearm. Seconds later when I pulled the knife out my skin began to stitch itself together. The blood seeped back into my skin making it look as though nothing had happened and John stared at me. "This is what you were about to tell me?"
I smiled and nodded at him and all he could do was smile back, "I guess this changes things for us?" I glanced down at the ring on my hand he reached for. He kissed me lightly "It can't change us. I promise you baby."
"Well if either of you need me, just say so. I'll hear it from wherever I happen to be. I'll be back to check in on you in a week or so." With that Superman was off, flying high in the sky.
John started walking with me toward his truck, "So your parents? You're like them?"
I stopped and glared at the ground "I am nothing like them. My mother left me and went off with him, that's why I live with my grandparents. I can heal myself and others. I can give life but he can only take it. He's a poison. Sometimes he can't control himself, that's how my mom died. I don't know where he is now but I could care less."
"I'm sorry. No one can choose their parents. I know that better than anyone. But right now I have no idea what to think, wether the people I'm living with are my parents, or they adopted me, or who knows what. All I know is that I have you and you have me. I need your help babe. So lets just go back to your house and we will figure things out."
"Okay John. I love you." He opened the door for me to climb in the front seat. He leaned over and kissed my cheek "You know I love you to."
We pulled in to the drive of my two story Victorian, which is rare in the south these days, and parked under the carport. The entire hour had been silence. I had no way of talking right now. My mind had been completely blown(yes, I just said that hahahaha).
"John, we have about an hour before my granma gets home."
He put his head on the steering wheel and sighed. "Gabs. I don't know what to do. I can't face my parents right now. They'll hate me for this. Can I stay here tonight? Please?"
I took his hand "Of course babe. Well, you might have to come through the window again, but I think one of my brothers borrowed the ladder again."
He sat up and grinned at me "You know, that might not be a problem for me anymore."