Author's Note:
Hi everyone! I hope that you guys are enjoying your time on . lol anyways, here's the newest update on my first story, 'My Sun and Stars'.
I've been getting some really nice review on this story, so it persuaded me to write more especially for this one! The more reviews I get, I'll update sooner (I'd hate to be those kind of people who ask for a certain amount of review before they update, so I'm just asking for reviews. I will always update even if I don't get any reviews!)!
I'm proud to say that this chapter will be dedicated to 'Mortal Knight' for always reviewing and reading my BMWW stories! Thank you so much 'Mortal Knight'! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you did my ONESHOT and previous chapters!
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FRIENDS, TEAMMATES, LOVERS, AND OTHER THINGS
There, lying on my dinning room table, Hawkgirl.
Paler than snow, I drop my sword to the ground, my hands cover my mouth to hold back the bloody scream.
I rush towards my beloved sister whom I've only known for almost three weeks. I rest my hand on her cold shoulder, there doesn't seem to be any life emitting from her.
Not bothering to stop the waterfall of tears, my trembling hand checks for a pulse. So faint, but there.
A wave of relief washes over me, I take deep breaths for the room seems to be lacking oxygen at the moment.
I hold Hawkgirl's hand tightly, the surge of mashed emotions finally settling. After an entire week of no communication, how can she show up on my dinning table without my knowledge. As far as I'm concerned, no one, almost no one, can sneak up on me without my awareness.
Reality finally sinking in, I quickly get up and carefully pull Hawkgirl into my arms being careful not to bend or step on her wings.
I rush to my bedroom and stand where the transporter will take both of us away.
I shift Hawkgirl's weight in my arms and press the button on my intercom earpiece, "J'onn, teleport us to the Watch Tower, I have Hawkgirl."
I heard him suck in a small breath, "Teleporting in 3,2,1…"
As the bright flash of light takes us away, I hold her closer to me.
The next time I blink, I see GL ready to grab Hawkgirl from my arms.
"Here, I'll take her."
Its quite evident that he's been struck with worry and fear. One of the best Green Lanterns in the universe can't perform during 'work' because he fell head over heels with a fellow Leaguer.
Why does that sound so familiar…
Quickly flying away, I see Hawkgirl's wings trailing behind them.
I step off of the platform, my stress and weariness hanging itself over my face like a mask.
I slowly walk away from the Core, making my way to the Watch Tower's sleeping quarters.
"Diana, wait…" his voice was strained, I could tell he speculated whether he wanted to approach me, he spoke hesitantly.
I stopped. Maybe it wasn't the best choice, but there was something that made me stand still.
I didn't dare turn around though, I didn't want to show weakness. I will not let a man ever see me like how I showed myself to him earlier.
"Diana, I wasn't joking when I said you needed to stop."
The air around me was unbalanced, I heard his silent feet hit the ground directly behind.
"You need to move on," he paused, sighing heavily, "We need to move on." He whispered his confession knowing that I could hear him.
I could feel his warm breath against my neck.
To confess that his words are true would hurt. I don't want them to be true. I want Batman to phase in from the teleporter after the beam of light strikes and walk up to me telling me he's back and he's ok.
I let a few seconds pass, just incase the unlikely scenario of my dreams came true.
Silence hung like a sword above my head, it would fall if a single word was spoken.
"Superman…" I croaked out, my voice was getting caught in my throat. I didn't know how to start.
"Clark, call me Clark." Even in my mental downfall, I could still understand that he just told me his most guarded secret.
"Clark," his name rolled over my tongue smoothly. "I can't… I can't move on…" my head dropped and my hands clenched into fists.
I don't know how to handle such extreme measures of loss. I haven't experienced such forms of bereavement in my short immortal life.
Being a warrior should help remind me how I should handle myself, but it actually makes it worse.
My heart throbs for Batman, I have disgraced my name as Princess Of Themyscira,
I had loved a man…
My throat burns, the tears are threatening to spill over, again…
'Clark', does not take the silence well for he doesn't know how to handle the ongoing situation.
For an extended period of time, the silent war raging inside of me continues with the fury of Ares. Though, nothing is going to be able to stop it, peace is implausible.
Clark's sudden movements surprises me, he snatches my wrist and takes a step closer. He slides his other hand around me and moves it to the small of my back pulling me up against his powerful body. He leans forward with closed eyes and lays his seeking lips against my own.
Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was because it was a way to deal with the raging fire of loss, maybe it was my naiveties and blindness, whatever it was, it pushed me to kiss him back.
I had wide eyes, the romantic gesture from a man is something I haven't experienced either…
His eyes were shut tightly, his face showed apprehension, I realized that he wasn't sure how I was going to react.
I don't know how to react, myself.
He pulled me closer, moving his mouth on my unresponsive ones. His hold on my were like steel bands.
I started to loose myself, I melted into his embrace, into his lips…
I moved mine with the shape of his, I close my eyes, seeing his anxiety evaporating.
Our kiss deepens, he moves his hand to the back of my neck caressing it gently. He bites my lower lip, I open my mouth in response, I wasn't sure what he wanted, but he slipped his tongue in. The sudden movement in my mouth startled me.
I moved my tongue with his, everything at the moment, we were in sync with each other that nothing else mattered…
His hand moved to my bottom, and back up, moving his hand along the side of my waist.
My hands were strung around his neck, holding him close. At the moment, he feels like my lifeline, the only think keeping me from fall off the cliff of depression. He's keeping me sane…
I move my hands to his face, I hold him close, feeling every inch of his striking features.
He pulls back from me, I take a deep breath, the air was stolen from my mouth. I lean my forehead in and so does he, as we lean in on each other, our heads touch. I look up into his eyes, he was looking back at me with an unbelievable amount of passion and yearning.
He smiles, his flattering features knocks whatever breath I had left out of me.
He bends down slightly and scoops me off my feet, I let out a slight gasp of surprise.
I lay in his arms, while he takes flight down towards the sleeping quarters.
Clark flies through the doors of his room and places me on his bed.
The worry on my face still lingers, I feel it.
He frowns slightly, seeing my expression, but leans down and on top of me slowly. He stares directly into my eyes, searching, looking from something, before lowering his head and sweeping me into another long and fiery kiss.
His hands start to migrate into places I've never been touched before. The sensation was powerful.
He moved his hands to my breasts, holding and massaging them firmly. I let out a yelp when he grabbed them. The feeling came across very romantic. Everything was on fire, everything about it was romantic.
After touching my breasts sufficed him, he moved to eradicate my belt from my uniform.
At that moment, I froze, it then hit me that I'm not making the correct decision.
Hawkgirl's still in the infirmary fighting for her life, while GL is doing everything in his mortal power to keep her alive. Batman may very well still be out there, wait for us to help, or knowing him, trying to get out of the situation he got himself and Hawkgirl into, whatever it maybe.
Besides, didn't I love the Batman?
"Clark, stop." I reached in between us and took hold of his hand. I brought it up to my face and held it there securely. "How can we do this when the rest of our team is fraught." I gave a concerned look, but it wasn't for him.
"You might be able to, but I'm not. I am not ready for it…" I released his hand and slid away, getting off the bed.
I'm not ready to be in a deep relationship, not with everything that is going on. I have enough things to worry about, I'm not even sure that I could love Clark. He's just too much of a friend to think of him as anything more.
I watch as Clark quickly get up off the bed from his awkward position that he was a moment ago, and floats over slowly not breaking eye contact.
I try to read his expression, but they're empty, devoid of any feelings.
I couldn't help but feel the guilt for his blunt expression.
I'm the one who breaks eye contact by looking down and away.
As he halts to a stop in front of me, still hovering a few inches off the ground, he stares me down.
He stares at me so intensely, I think that I can feel his heat vision burning a hole through my eyes.
"Diana…" I could hear the pain and hurt in his voice, but the gentleness still lingers. "I understand, take the time you need to heal, we'll talk about this later for our team needs us at the moment."
He smiles, though it doesn't reach his eyes.
I am glad he understands, but I truly don't believe that he can relate.
I can't bring myself to smile back, for the intensity of the moment won't diminish.
I nod my head once, and turn to walk out of his headquarters.
My heels click on the floor as I walk slowly down the hall towards the infirmary wing.
Superman's solid footsteps echo behind me, in the same rhythm of mine.
My lips form a straight line, the tension that I though left when I walked out of Clark's room still remains. Maybe it's just his presence.
I speed my pace and my footsteps are out of rhythm. A few moments later, I hear nothing from behind me, I briefly look behind checking to see if Clark was still following.
When I look back, he raises an eyebrow, his feet aren't touching the ground but maintaining his speed.
It would have been nice for him to leave, for my mind would finally rest.
As we approach the infirmary's doors, I stop and turn to face Clark, "Listen, I would like for there not to be any tension between us for we need to hold the team together. We are the remaining members of the three Founders, we now hold burden of the entirety of the League. It was hard enough with three, its going to be even harder with just us two. As I pray to Hera for assistance, we need to perform our best. Without us, no longer will there be a Justice League. Do you understand?" I am unyielding with my demand, I will not budge for a man.
I hold my ground sternly, waiting a response from Clark.
When he doesn't answer but continues to stare a hole through me, one of his impassive glares, I narrow my eyes in warning.
As the mortals would call it, 'a stare down'.
I cross my arms to show my dominance and unwillingness to budge. His hovering posture and crossed arms don't move either.
I am an Amazon, Princess Diana of Themyscira, I will not be moved by any man, mortal, woman, god, or heaven and earth itself.
A good minute later, he sighs and uncrosses his arms letting them fall to his sides, he dips his head slightly closing his eyes for a moment, he lands on his feet from his hovering stance.
"Ok, but we will resolve this issue latter." He sounds frustrated from our soundless quarrel.
I try not to bask in my pride, holding back a gleeful smirk for I have conquered Superman.
I turn and place my palm on the scanner, a few seconds latter, the reinforced steel doors hiss open.
I walk in briskly to the end of the lined beds to where Hawkgirl is laying and GL sits quietly awaiting her return.
As I don't bother to check if Clark is following, I rush up to GL, "Is she doing alright?" the obvious concern deluging my voice.
As I stand at the foot of her bed, I look at her, I watch her breath. Her face is peaceful.
"Yes, she'll be fine in a few days. She hasn't waken up yet, though." His voice comes out very hallow, I turn towards him to see him fidget with his Green Lantern Corps ring.
As he sits sullenly looking down at his glowing ring, I watch him slowly pull it off.
I watch as his green suit dissipates into his ring and all that's left on him is a dark tan jumpsuit. It looks as though its from the military? On his left breast, a name is in scripted, 'Jordan'.
He rubs the most powerful weapon in the world between his fingers. He grabs Hawkgirl's hand and holds it tightly in his. He brings her hand to his lips and kisses them gently, he starts to shake and his face changes dramatically, he doesn't hold back the gushing tears as he whimpers softly into her soft skin.
I look away to give the privacy that I believe they deserve. When I think he's going to drown in his own body fluid, I walk around the bed and to his side laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"She'll be fine, you said it yourself." I pull the corners of my lips into a forced smile. I'm glad he wasn't looking at me.
GL rests Hawkgirl's hand down on the bed, he had her clutch the ring in her sleep. He starts to stroke her wings gently, while wiping away his tear stained face.
I take a deep breath to gather myself.
"Let's talk," I walk over to the storage closet in the room and pull out another uncomfortable metal folding chair and set it down next to his, but facing towards him.
He steals a quick glance at me, its wary, tired, stressed, and depressed.
"Listen to me," it seems that I'm wearing out the meaning of that phrase.
"GL, you couldn't have done anything more to help her. Now you have to wait, wait for her return, she'll be absolutely and utterly content to see that you weren't crying over her. She's not the woman that you pity."
How that statement is so true. A diminutive grin creeps onto my face.
When GL doesn't respond, I frown, then playfully punch him in the shoulder, "Hey, cheer up! Its not the end of the world! How many times do I have to tell you she's fine!" I tease him and I see a ghost of a smile grace his lips.
As I settle back into my seat, he seems more relaxed.
"Thank you for everything, Diana." He doesn't take his eyes off of Hawkgirl's face, but I see that genuine smirk play on his lips. I know instantly that it's for me.
I take his thanks as a hint to end the conversation, I don't want to push him either.
As I stand to leave, I pat his shoulder once, "Take care, Green."
I fly out silently without another word.
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