He couldn't sleep, that night.
Her face invaded his dreams, poisoned his rest, and his imagination won every single battle he fought within himself.
Burning, blazing, white-hot fire crackled within the cavity of his chest. He needed to see her. He so desperately needed...needed...
Standing, the Dark Ace faced the barred door before him. What mattered more? His sanity, or her safety? But how was he endangering her? Wouldn't she be safer with him? No pesky, stupid, idiotic little boys, dragging her down. Just him and her and the world. With this new reasoning in hand, the Dark Ace rammed the door with his shoulder.
It popped open noisily.
He stopped.
Nothing moved. Just a ripple of white moonlight, on the floor of his cell. With a maniacal grin plastered to his face, he crept down the hallway, looking for her room.
Aha. Here. It wasn't even locked; was she waiting for him? He slipped inside noiselessly and found her, fast asleep, sprawled on her bed. She hadn't even bothered changing out of her uniform. Quietly, gently, so as not to wake her up, he slipped his arms beneath her back and her legs, lifted her off the mattress, and out the door.
The hangar bay was filled with skimmers, but he took Aerrow's for some strange and unnameable reason. And then, it was just a matter of taking off, into the big blue-black and starry sky.
Free.
With her.
OOO
A/N: Plot twist number...
I lost track.