Beginning: Chapter Six

by Genki Girl


Any Marvel owned characters do not belong to me. Crappy plot/storyline does along with that tough cutie Jared and the Jubemeister's new name. ^_~ Other than that, don't sue me 'cause a.) not rich b.) would be pointless and c.) me teenager meaning me have NO money. ;P

Penny For Your Thoughts:! o_O; It has been nearly a MONTH since I've written anything! Forgive me, please? I have many excuses, and good ones too! But to list them all would only annoy you. ;P So I can only say that I'm deeply sorry for the VEEEERY patient ones, and despite this being short (and really delayed in production e.e;) there's only what, 2 more chapters to go? 3 including the epilogue? ^^; I'm going to try to hurry up (no, I mean it this time ^^) so please, bear with me. ~_~ Until next time, ja mata and gambatte yo minna! ^_^

On a side note, I'm surprised that Jared is a hit amongst my readers. o_O; Could someone please tell me why they like the guy so much? not that I mind, I really like him myself, but I'm just amazed that so many of my readers like Jared. *lol*

"The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation." Anne Rice - Taltos


Standing just right outside of the balcony was becoming her all to familiar place to stand, arms crossed tightly against her chest. The morning had begun to rise and she blinked, blinking away the darkness that had taken over her dim eyes to adjust to the brightness of the light.

It was the fourth day. The fourth day already? How time had seemed to crawl for her before, only to fly too fast now. She felt...she felt nothing. He hadn't called and she was about to leave anyway. So did she feel like hell? Yeah...she did.

She wasn't going to cry. No. She wasn't. She'd been crying too much already. Coming back hadn't been a good idea after all. No. Not a good idea after all...

The warm hand placed on her shoulder was the only thing anchoring her down and she turned to look up into the reflection of herself in Jared's sunglasses. "Ready to go, Nyssa?" She blinked and nodded slowly.




Logan sat in stony silence, staring at the his two greatest adversaries sitting across from him. He had been staring them down for a total of 12 hours. They didn't even blink.

Finally, shakily, his hand stretched out and he grasped one by the arm, and immediately his senses picked up on the low, dull buzz of the telephone, with the other, he gently picked the card up and stared at the numbers almost blankly. Was it just him or were the numbers dancing?

He shook himself gruffly, and slowly, so very slowly, he began to dial. Part of him hoping that she was gone already, and another part praying that she hadn't.




The ride to the airport where the helicopter was waiting was silent. She, slumped back and nestled comfortably within the warm crook of Jared's massive frame, and he, merely being your typical stony-faced and stoic bodyguard all in black with sunglasses, the friendly position they both assumed pretty much ruined his image of being a completely strong and silent bodyguard though. Not that either minded.

Nyssa's mind was blank, her gaze staring into and at nothing in particular. She didn't think, didn't feel, in fact, she felt adrift. As if she were floating and quite frankly, didn't give a damn.

Jared on the other hand, had the wheels in his head geared and up and running. He had been so for the past 3 days. He had never needed sleep, but what he did need was for Nyssa to say or do SOMETHING to show that she was still with him. He didn't like the way she was acting. And that was what was so scary! She wasn't acting or doing ANYTHING.

And at precisely that moment, almost as if Lady Time had decided to stop toying with them both, the phone rang. It wasn't loud, and it wasn't really shocking. What it was though, was a wakening call and both of them stared at each other once, and then back at the phone which rang again.

Jared was the one who finally reached over, snapped it open and answered. After a moment of silence, he silently handed her the phone.

Seconds later, Nyssa turned her gaze back up at him, her face twisted into a mixture of fear, sadness, anxiety and anticipation. "We're going back." And just like that, they did.