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A Wish and a Promise

It was dark, very dark—or at least it would have been, had it not been for the full moon that hung in the night sky. His sapphire eyes scanned the desolate terrain around him. There was nothing special about this place. He had been wrong. But he was never wrong, so why was this time different? Why now? 'Dammit, Neutron! You are such a screw up! Why do you always have to be like that?' the genius thought to himself, unable to voice his concerns.

Jimmy looked around the beach, trying to gather his wits and his surroundings. The island looked much the same. Even in nine years, not much had changed. But then, what was to be expected on a deserted, uncharted island in the middle of the ocean? His deep blue eyes scanned the area around him, until his own personal deep blue oceans met the real ocean, the thing that they were modeled after. The dark-black water was clam and inviting, and was probably cool in the summer air; however, right now was hardly the time to think about going for a swim. He had many other things on his mind, survival being one of them. Surprisingly though, survival was not his primary concern. No, his first, and foremost, concern was her.

'Was she scared? WHAT? Am I crazy? If she even THOUGHT that I might have thought that, she'd have killed me already.' he thought to himself. Of course she was alright. Cindy Vortex is the single, strongest woman he knew—probably, possibly, on the face of the entire Earth. Although he often wanted to assist her in many things, he didn't help her much. She wouldn't let him. Her leg could be completely broken, and she would still insist on climbing a mountain, completely unassisted.

But that was Cindy. She was determined. It was part of the reason he loved her so much. 'Alright, so she obviously isn't scared. What if she's hurt? What if she's injured?' his mind raced. 'No, she hasn't even made a sound. She's fine. But, then again… She hasn't kicked my ass yet. Maybe she is hurt, after all.' Jimmy reasoned. He pushed the thought out of his mind. The very thought of seeing Cindy physically hurt, hurt him even more. 'No, of course she's alright!' Jimmy argued against himself. He still did not turn around to look at her. Cindy stood behind him, about thirty feet back, behind him, on the same beach he stood on. It was the very beach that had brought them together so many years ago, and he thought it would be the perfect place to solidify that togetherness. However, his romantic gesture had gone awry, badly awry.

He was not the kind of person to try to propose traditionally. He was not someone who would hide the ring in the glass. He was better than that. He was a genius, after all. So, in order to make this as memorable and romantic as possible, he had planned out every single detail. For the past three months, instead of inventing anything, thinking up new theorems, or publishing some scientific journal he had done this. Instead of doing what he normally did, he had put every ounce of his genius, every ounce of his will, into creating the perfect way to accomplish this seemingly impossible task. The perfect way to propose.

But alas, poor Jimmy sighed, as all his efforts had gone in vain. His "romantic" endeavor had become a nightmare, yet another Neutron-induced nightmare. He was sure that this would turn out differently, but instead, it had turned out worse than anything he could have foreseen, and he tried to foresee every possible outcome—especially the bad ones—in order to avoid them. He had planned everything out, everything, except one thing.

He had forgotten to fill up his tank. On the trip to the island, his hover car had run out of gas. Cindy's new dress had become water-logged and completely drenched, ruining the fabric that it was made out of. In fact, it did more harm than good. The darn thing was so heavy, that when Cindy hit the ocean, she nearly drowned. He had paid an enormous amount for her to have that dress for this very occasion, but not only had the expensive dress been ruined, but it had also almost killed the girl of his dreams. They were forced to swim the rest of the way to shores of island. A tired young couple finally reached the beaches of their once-special place, only to collapse of exhaustion. Cindy, and Jimmy both, due to the enormous weight of Cindy's water-logged violet dress, had to use every ounce of their energy to safely reach the island. The two collapsed figures were far too tired to get up, although they were conscious the entire time.

Soon thereafter, though, the two rose from their motionless positions and began to roam around the beach. Cindy was eyeing Jimmy the entire time that he moved around the sandy shore. She stood at the edge of the beach, where the jungle began, watching him carefully. Jimmy had not once bothered to look at her. He had turned many reasons over in head for why he had not bothered to even glance at his beautiful girlfriend. He thought, at first, it might be because she was afraid, and that he couldn't stand to see her afraid. However, he soon realized how ridiculous that notion was. He quickly pushed that thought from his mind, and moved on the other possibilities.

He had thought that she might be hurt, that she might have been injured. He thought that he didn't want to look at her because he couldn't stand the sight of her in pain, especially physical pain. This, however, was untrue. If she was in fact injured, he would have noticed it. He would have been the first one rush to her side—not that there was anyone else around to rush to her side—to tend to her.

No, he knew that she wasn't scared, or injured. There was another reason, entirely, that he did not want to look at her. There was another fear that bore deep inside him. He was afraid, not that she might be scared or injured, but that she might be mad. This was supposed to be their special moment, and he had screwed it up, once again. He did not want to look into her eyes and see anger; it would be worse than seeing disappointment in those beautiful emerald gems. They were perfect gems, and did not deserve the imperfection of anger of disappointment, especially if he had put the imperfection there in the first place.

His intense blue eyes continued to scan around the beach, and although it was fairly dark, he noticed the wrecked hover car that had washed up on the shore. There, in the moonlight, he carefully observed the demolished craft—their only way off the island—and he began to regret coming here at all. The island was beautiful—he had to admit that—but there was something…something missing. It wasn't the same island. There was something spectacular about it when they were children—perhaps it was spectacular because they were children—but now the wondrously romantic place had lost its atmosphere of closeness. He started to think, hard, about what might be missing, but he decided to let it go.

After a few more moments of silence and observation, he slowly, deliberately, began to turn around. He finally got a glance at her. She was breathtaking. Even in her water-soaked dress—which had dried out quite a good amount—with her makeup slightly smudged, she looked as beautiful as ever. The moonlight danced of her bold blonde hair, and for a few moments he was lost in her beauty. After taking in her amazing form, or taking in as much of it as he could, he slowly began to approach her.

He finally reached her side and looked her in the face. He was slightly taller than her, but not by much. What Cindy lacked in height, however, she made-up for in personality, and she had a lot of personality, so he didn't really notice the height difference. He looked into her deep viper eyes; she returned his gaze, and anger was clearly painted on her face. Jimmy inwardly chastised himself. He looked into her expecting eyes. He knew he would have to be the one to break the silence. It would happen no other way. She was waiting.

"…Cindy, I—" he started, but was cut off by her rage.

"DON'T! Don't you even start with me!" she boomed boisterously, and it seemed as if the entire world should have been able to hear her.

"…I'm… …I'm sorr—" Jimmy started his heartfelt apology, but was once again, cut off by his mean-tempered girlfriend.

"I mean, HONESTLY? What kind of date is this? …And on our anniversary, nonetheless. I wanted to do something simple: go to Chateau Le' Cheveier, but NO! You just had to drag us out here, to god-knows-where!" she started her rant.

"…Cindy…?" Jimmy's plea was not even acknowledged, and she continued with her rant.

"AND, not only that, but the so-called genius here forgot to fill up his own hover car! I mean what kind of blatant stupidity is that? You know, for a genius, you can be a real idiot sometimes!" she screamed. Jimmy chuckled inwardly at her clever paradoxical statement. She was so cute when she was chewing him out.

"Cin—" once, again, Jimmy was cut off.

"I mean, my god, Nerdtron, do you ever put that big brain of yours to good use?" she bellowed.

Jimmy did not shrink back or back away. He stood there and took his punishment. Usually, he would have had some snappy comeback, and the argument would have, by now, become a two-sided one. But he honestly felt responsible for this, and didn't want anything to make Cindy any angrier than she already was. Perhaps there was some way to salvage this evening, after all.

"Cindy, PLEASE!" Jimmy pleaded, once again, but Cindy simply continued on.

"I don't want to hear it! You have officially ruined what was supposed to be a very romantic evening. Honestly, why do you have be like that, Neutron?" she asked aptly.

Something just snapped. It just happened. When he heard her use his last name like that, he couldn't handle it anymore; it was worse than hearing her use "Nerdtron." He had to shut her up. He tried something, something risky—very risky, and possibly life-threatening. Quickly, without a second thought, he flung himself on her and his lips crashed against hers. They were soft, and he was in heaven.

He took it all in, because he was sure that he would end up in the real heaven in a few seconds. Surprisingly though, Cindy did not pull away or assault him, as he expected her to do. To his surprise, she responded to the kiss, with almost everything she had. Maybe he was already dead. Maybe she had been so fast in killing him that he had not noticed the transition between this world and the next, or maybe, just maybe, this was actually happening, and maybe, just maybe he still had a chance. The two broke apart. He looked at her with a shocked and confused expression. She responded with a warm smile.

"Well, that's a start…" Cindy started.

"… A start?" Jimmy asked inquisitively, raising an eyebrow.

"A start to your apology." she replied, still smiling, but now it was a little more like a smirk, a smart, knowing, devious, attractive, smirk.

Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Of course, but perhaps tonight's main event will make you forget all about that 'apology' business." Jimmy said teasingly

Now it was Cindy who raised an eyebrow. "…Main event?" she repeated, obviously intrigued.

"Mhmmm." he nodded, and quickly gave the confused blonde girl a peck on the lips. He took her hand gently in his own, and he began to lead her to the far side of the beach.

"…Jimmy, where are we going?" she inquired intricately, as her boyfriend led them both along the sandy shore.

"You'll see." was his only response. Cindy rolled her eyes at his response. She followed him, as he led her closer to his destination. Finally they reached an area of the beach where the sandy terrain turned into dense jungle. There were a few trees on the edge of the dense vegetation. Cindy looked somewhat confused. Jimmy looked triumphant. He couldn't believe that it was really going to happen!

Cindy turned around and eyed the genius with inquisitive green eyes. She raised an eyebrow. "So, what's this big surprise?" she asked.

"Cindy, do you know where we are?" he answered her question with a question.

She looked deep-in-thought for a few minutes, but she finally answered him. "…On an island?" she asked, somewhat unsure.

Jimmy chuckled her tepidness. "Yes, but which island?" he asked.

"Well, how should I know? You're the genius!" she exclaimed.

Jimmy responded by gently wrapping his hand around the necklace that was around her neck. He slowly raised the piece of jewelry from its resting position, revealing a beautiful silver chain, with single pendant on its end: a pearl. Jimmy had made it into a necklace for her some years ago. When she saw it, her eyes lit up.

"Oh, Jimmy, you didn't tell me that you were bringing us back to our island!" she exclaimed, somewhat ashamed that she didn't even recognize their personal piece of paradise. Jimmy couldn't blame her though. There was something missing from the island. The island was the same, visually at least, but somehow it was very difficult to recognize.

He nodded in response.

"So, um, what is this main event you were talking about again?" she asked, this time slightly softer.

Jimmy simply smiled and pointed to a single tree. Cindy followed his finger and looked back at him, slightly confused. He smiled and motioned his head towards the tree, and she slowly, cautiously, began to approach it. She examined the trunk of the tree carefully, looking for any flaws or imperfections. The darkness and the fact that the only available source of light was the moonlight made her search altogether more difficult.

Even though it was a challenge, she finally found what she was looking for. There, in the dead center of the tree, was a carving: J+C forever. This, however, was not what caught her attention. This old carving just led her to a new, fresh carving, one that had been engraved in the aged tree recently—very recently. This new carving read: A wish made by a beautiful angel, and the hope that a promise, made a lowly boy, will be enough to grant it. Cindy was stunned, and her mind raced with the implications. He had made that carving, and it was actually… …It was actually romantic. But, what did he mean by "a wish and a promise"?

Her "wish" obviously referred to the two of them being together forever, but what was his promise? To grant her wish? Cindy gasped, as she finally understood what he had meant. She whirled around, only to find a kneeling Jimmy, blue eyes looking up at her, from under chaotic auburn hair. His expression was endearing, and it gave her a warm feeling, but what caught her attention the most, was what was in his outstretched hand: an open velvet box. Inside the box was the single-most beautiful gem that she had ever witnessed. It rested perfectly on top of a beautiful golden setting. She was speechless.

"Cynthia Aurora Vortex, you make me happier than I ever thought possible. You challenge me. You are my equal, my other half, my better half. I would be honored if you would allow me to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?" he finished his question, and the gravity of the statement sunk in around the two twenty-year-olds.

Cindy was speechless for few moments, but finally, she regained her composure, and answered her awaiting boyfriend. "OF COURSE I'LL MARRY YOU, YOU DORK!" she yelled, as she flung herself into his arms, planting a loving kiss on his soft lips. She gladly accepted the beautiful ring, placing the ring affectionately on the ring-finger of her left hand.

As the two fiancées embraced each other, once again, Jimmy finally realized what had been missing from the island. Their personal piece of paradise was not the island; it was something that they carried with them. He realized this, just as the familiar feeling of the island returned. He now knew, however, that the feeling was not a product of the island; it was a product of them.

He smiled, as he conjured a new thought: they could have this feeling, this feeling of a personal paradise, wherever they were, as long as they had each other. The smile on his face widened as he thought about the many reasons that they were perfect for each other, the many reasons that they were meant to be together. He realized just how much they completed each other, how well they complimented each other. He was her up; she was his down. She was his sunrise; he was her sunset. She made a wish, and he made her a promise. Her wish was a lofty one, one that seemed almost far-fetched, but her wish had been granted, and it had been granted by the sheer fact that he would keep his promise: they would last forever.

A/N: Well, There It Is! …The second OneShot has been posted! Stay tuned for more, and PLEASE, R&R! Sheen Proposing To Libs is probably up next... ...OH, and just so you know, once the kids are born (And EACH Kid Will Have His/Her OWN OneShot To Depict The Day Of His/Her Birth). So please, don't be shy, and suggest whatever you so-desire! ...And, once again, please R&R!