Rifiuto: Non Miriena
"So you... were trying to make a call and that's how you ended up back in nineteen-forty-seven."
She nodded. They'd just watched a variety of other memories, from Jo's complete change to absolute Ice Queen after Zane discovered her secret, to Jo and the others' small trip back to the past, to the first few weeks in this new timeline. "That's... how I ended up in nineteen-forty-seven." She varified. "I'd been... trying to call you... to explain... and suddenly... and then... I ended up here..." She choked on a sob, and Zane gathered her in his arms again.
"Jojo, I'm so sorry." He held her close, pressing a kiss to her head. They sat in silence for several minutes, with only the soft sound of her sobs to break it. Slowly, she raised her head, staring into his eyes.
"Thank you, Zane." He nodded, searching her gaze, before leaning down and capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Slowly, she deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Ouch!" Her fingers went to her lips as they pulled apart, and she glared at him. "We have got to stop doing that! Thank God my hair's not wet otherwise you'd probably electricute me." He rolled his eyes.
"That's not what you said-"
"Shh!" He stopped, brow knitting in confusion.
"Jojo, what-"
"Shh! Do you hear that?" She turned, looking around before climbing to her feet.
"Jo, where are you go-"
But she ignored him; her eyes were focused on something just ahead of her. Sighing, Zane got up to follow, grabbing her hand. She turned back to him, shooting him a glance before turning back to whatever had caught her attention. "Zane, look." Her voice was soft, and she reached out, pointing at something on the ground. "Do those look like..."
"Cinders? Yeah. Almost like... from an... ash tray or a... a fireplace..." They followed it, noticing each set of cinders become brighter, as though about to catch fire. Each cinder had come- unbeknownst to them- from each kiss, each touch they shared. "This... it doesn't make any sense. It's like they're... breadcrumbs... but..."
"What do they lead to?" She finished, meeting his gaze. He shrugged, shaking his head. She opened her mouth to speak again, but this time, Zane laid a finger over her lips, whispering for her to be silent.
"Do you hear that?" He asked softly, and a moment passed before she nodded. "Come on." He led her towards the sounds, holding tight to her hand, and stopped, causing her to crash into him as he stopped.
"Zane, what's-" But he didn't respond, and slowly, she turned, curious as to what he was staring at. "Is... Zane is that..."
"A wedding." He choked out, mouth dropping in shock. She stammered for several minutes, unsure of what to say.
"... You may kiss the bride."
His arm went around her waist, pulling her close. Their lips met in a deep kiss that had everyone in their small community applauding and laughing about. He lifted her off her feet, arms tightening around her waist, the soft organza of her dress sliding against his fingers as her own fingers found purchase in his hair. Eventually, he set her down, nudging his nose against hers, whispering softly to her. And then he took her hand, pulling her down the aisle towards the the area the small reception was being held. As they stood at the other end of the aisle, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, holding her close, unaware as cameras flashed, catching the moment forever in time. Reverand Harper's voice could be heard over the clamor and excitement,
"May I present Mr. and Mrs. Donovan!"
Jo choked, finally finding her voice.
"Ah... it's... it's ours?" She turned to Zane, who looked pale, uncertain, as though he didn't know what to do or say. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the memory- could he really call it a memory when neither remembered it? When it hadn't happened yet, if ever?- shifted, being replaced with something else.
"Make love to me."
"You actually want me to?" She chuckled.
"You're my husband. Isn't it your job to... make me feel wanted?" She reached up, running a hand over his chest as they lay in bed.
"All right, but this is the last time." He joked. Both blushed; it was a reference to what they were currently doing now- night after night of sex, always saying that the night before was the last time, before falling into bed again.
"Don't use that old ploy on me, Zane Matthew. It may have worked when we were sneaking around behind Zoe's back, but it won't work now. Zoe isn't here, you're ring is on my finger, and this definately better not be the last time." She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Trust me, it won't be." He whispered, capturing her lips.
Jo turned back to him. "That... that can't possibly be us, can it? We... that is never going to happen. Marriage... it isn't for us... for either one of us..." Zane shrugged; he seemed to be in shock; thoughts fired through his head, but none of them connected long enough to form sentences that reached his lips.
"I don't know. I... I honestly don't know. It... it looks like us, but... but that's not possible..." She turned to stare at him in shock, mouth falling open at the answer that fell from his lips.
"'Not possible?' Zane, it's Eureka! Anything is possible here!"