jps1926
Astro Ranger
by Kim
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Post by jps1926 on Jan 19, 2009 23:14:53 GMT -5
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! I am taking this chapter as my birthday present from the two of you, so THANK YOU!!! This was awesome. You're just taking my breath away with this story. It's unlike anything that I have ever read...EVER. It was definitely worth the wait.
It was so heartbreaking when Kim realized that Jason was not around to comfort her. She has depended on him for so long, and now, all she really has is herself. But it will make her stronger in the end. And I absolutely LOVED the part when Tommy reaches his hand out for Kim, but pulls back. And she knows the lines of his hands so well that she doesn't have to look at him to know it's him. That's so powerful.
You have certainly made my day! *bows down*
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Post by Kim on Jan 21, 2009 16:54:16 GMT -5
Great job guys. The emotions are certainly flying high here. I'm looking forward to their quest, and watching the Kim we all know and love emerge from the ashes to soar.
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Post by PrincessKimberlyD on Jan 21, 2009 17:14:29 GMT -5
Wow that was soooooooo powerful, it really tugged at the heart strings. I feel so sorry for Kim being forced onto the quest, but love it though. I tis brilliant and cant wait for more
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Post by chrisangelo on Jan 22, 2009 1:33:52 GMT -5
I'm glad your birthday was good JPS ^^ There are greater things to come... so much has yet to begin. Can you believe in 9 chapters, only 1-ish days have passed? I hope you guys are ready for a long ride! Thanks for all your wonderful comments, I personally appreciate them very much
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Post by Jade_Max on Oct 22, 2009 21:11:45 GMT -5
I'm a horrible, horrible person for keeping Chris and everyone waiting for the next chapter. It's finished, but it's in editing and review stage - and then I have to include the markups... Chris should have it by the end of the weekend - hopefully - so he can post it. We'll see how work goes the next few days Thanks for hanging in there guys
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Post by psycochick32 on Oct 23, 2009 9:02:36 GMT -5
*bouncebounce* Yaaaay! I was just re-reading this yesterday and hoping for more! ^_^
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Kat
Rookie
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Post by Kat on Oct 23, 2009 11:59:12 GMT -5
I can't wait for the next chapter...I am completely GLUED to this story!
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Post by nfty07 on Oct 23, 2009 14:06:45 GMT -5
I can't wait to read the next chapter
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Post by PrincessKimberlyD on Oct 23, 2009 14:27:49 GMT -5
Yes you just made my day I can't wait for the next chapter
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Post by afterphase on Oct 24, 2009 21:29:17 GMT -5
Chapter 10 - Wolf, Tiger, Jackal The rustle of the leaves in the wind was the symphony that greeted the three former rangers when they became aware once more of their surroundings. Trees hemmed the small clearing where they'd landed after Dulcea had dismissed them for their quest. Quests none but Billy had ever endured - and neither Trini nor Zack knew what to expect. A quick, cursory examination of their surroundings revealed the clearing seemed to be deep inside a forest of sorts. Billy, ever the tactician, scrutinized the surrounding vegetation without looking at Trini and Zack. He felt strange being with them once more - strange but good all at the same time. When Jason and Kim had told him of their demise, he'd been inconsolable for weeks. Having them back at his side, teamed up once more as they set out to become Rangers once more was some kind of twisted version of his favorite fantasies; where no one ever died and Rangers were Rangers forever. "See anything helpful, Billy?" "Negative." "Me either," Trini confirmed. "Where are we?" "In the middle of a forest." Billy and Trini turned to look at Zack in the same movement and the former Black Ranger grinned impishly. "We wouldn't be here unless we were supposed to be, right?" "A valid observation." Trini held up her hand as Zack looked towards her questioningly and smiled faintly. Old habits die hard - and translating for Billy was one she'd never grow out of. "Which is fine, but what is this spirit quest going to involve exactly? Dulcea didn't give us a lot to go on." Billy took another look around and then shoved his hands into his pockets with a sigh. "Previous experience would dictate an involved mental, spiritual and physical trial of conscience." "Say what?" "What Billy means," Trini translated with a wry smile. "Is that this isn't going to be easy." "Didn't Dulcea say that?" "True, but Billy just confirmed it's not going to be just a physical trial; this is something we're going to have to work through together." "That doesn't mean I have to solve a riddle or something do it?" "Unlikely." "Oh, good." Zack looked relieved. "So where do we start?" Trini looked from one to the other - and did something unexpected. She wrapped her arms about Billy and hugged him tightly. Billy looked down at the diminutive Asian woman with a surprised expression and, after a moment of complete shock, wrapped his arms about her. "It's good to see you Billy - even if you're not our Billy." "I would be remiss in not expressing my own delight at seeing you as well, Trini - and you too Zack. When Jason initially found me and explained the two of you had been... lost, it was most unsettling and upsetting time." "We're just glad to be here," Zack told him honestly, not really understanding him, but smiling anyway. Some things didn't need translation and Billy's smile was one of them. “It's like that for us too, Billy.” Trini spoke softly, easing away. Her arms unwound from his neck and his eased their fierce grip on her waist. Slowly, Trini let her hands drift down Billy's upper arms, trailing down taking a hold of his wrists. Trini met Billy's brilliant blue orbs, a moment shared between them as if it was another world in another time. Her hands locked around his wrists, she searched those familiar blue irises for some kind of sign he was the Billy she remembered. It was the raw emotion in his gaze that didn't allow the conviction of anything but the reality. Billy was Billy, this time or another, and the same derth of feeling was visible - she knew what to look for. Her stance wasn't firm or tense, giving an indication of vulnerability, as if Billy was the one she remembered and loved. Her body swayed almost imperceptibly towards his, a silent invitation. A too familiar heated sensation rose to Billy's cheeks as he smiled down at the former yellow ranger. Lost in the moment, even as he tried his best not to get entranced by her, he couldn't help but simply look. The short raven hair he remembered so well, soft as silk - he knew from accidental brushes through their teenage years - dark eyes he could drown in for hours on end, the light of intelligence more alluring than any physical feature. The luxury to touch her was at his finger tips and, for once, he was disinclined to resist. Lifting his hand, he freed it from her grasp with a turn of his wrist and slowly, watching her eyes, cupped her cheek as his thumb brushed across soft skin. The reverence in his touch was too long denied to be feigned. As strong as she tried to be, the gesture was the same in both worlds. With a shiver, Trini broke the out of the semi-embrace and looked away with a slight frown His hands dropped. “I... I apologize Trini.” Taking a step back, Billy turned around, trying to compose himself. After his Trini left for Switzerland, it had been a long struggle not to fall into the hole of emotion that had ever surrounded her. She was his best friend and confidant in every way; there had been emails, letters, and - of course -phone calls exchanged through the years, but when he had found out from Jason of her demise, the only thing he'd wished for... was time. Time to spend with her; time to finally let her know of his feelings; time to simply see her - be with her. They hadn't been able to hold a funeral for Trini - or Zack - since the traces of the bodies had been lost within the Dark Dimension. The death of his Trini was his first and only reason for helping Jason and Kim track down the other Rangers. “Earth - or where ever we are - to Billy? You in there man?” Zack waved a hand from afar, trying to get the genius' attention. Billy snapped back to the present with a jerk, his cheeks warm and his smile chagrined. "My apologies, Zack - were you saying something?" "You okay?" Nodding, the former blue ranger found glanced towards Trini and then back to his black skinned friend. "For the moment." "Good. Any idea where we are?" "A cursory examination of our surroundings would indicate we must still be on Phaedos." "But where on Phaedos - and why? What's this have to do with the quest Dulcea sent us on?" Billy considered his answer, grasping the distraction Zack offered to clamp down on his wayward emotions - something he normally didn't have trouble with. The knowledge that his Trini was dead, but to be faced with a second chance in the form of the alternate timeline Trini was overwhelming. If he let it, it would dictate every irrational urge he possessed and that was unprudent in their current circumstance. "When we came to Phaedos the first time, we were sent on a quest to obtain the full use of our powers," Billy chose his words carefully. He knew Trini was listening, but he didn't need her to get his point across anymore. Before he'd fallen into old habits; it was time she saw him for who he'd become in his time and not the Billy she remembered from her timeline. "Initially, Dulcea helped us tap into the basic powers, giving us a limited transformation ability and several useful Ninjetti skills. The source of the powers we now seek, as I understand it, come both from within and without. This quest will be mental, physical and emotional for only when the mind and body are peacefully one, can the Ninjetti animal of your spirit speak with you." "But Dulcea's already given us the name of our spirit animals," Trini put in. "You're the Wolf, Zack's the Jackal and I'm the Tiger. If we know what they are, shouldn't the quest to speak with them be easier." "In theory," Billy conceded. "Previous experience had dictated that anything the Ninjetti Queen says should not be taken lightly." "Huh?" "Take everything Dulcea says with a grain of salt," Trini supplied before Billy could correct himself. "Oh." Zack shook his head. "I'd almost forgotten the human dictionary you are, man. So what's next?" "I would suggest we start with the necessities; food, water and shelter," Billy admitted reluctantly. "We have no way of knowing how long our quest will take or what forms - we should prepare for anything." "Then let's get started." Zack looked around them determinedly. "Any idea which way we should go?" West... The three shared a look and turned, as one, to the West - towards the setting sun. "That way." Neither of the men disputed Trini's quiet assertion; they'd all heard the whisper and knew Dulcea was watching over them. Billy took the lead, surprising both of his teammates, and flashed them both a faint smile. "A lot has happened since the Billy you knew died; I am not him - nor am I just the sheltered book worm you remember. I believe we've all acquired skills that will shock one another; but for the better. Follow me."
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Post by afterphase on Oct 24, 2009 21:29:58 GMT -5
Chapter 11 - Wolverine & Fox[/u]
Jason woke to darkness.
A weight against his chest and the soft tickle of hair on his cheek, the warmth of another - obviously female - body pressing down into his the stuff dreams are made of. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back against the stone floor upon which they lay, and listened.
Near total and complete silence engulfed him, pressing down like a wet blanket. Panic was quick to take root and only the weight of the woman in his arms prevented him from jumping up to frantically search for an exit. His heart beat accelerated, beginning to pound against his ribs in an effort to escape - in an effort to break free of the obsidian prison.
He hated the dark.
It was too much of a reminder of his time in the Dark Dimension; a time when time itself had held no meaning but an endless string of tortures and pains. When time had ceased to exist as a friend and become the enemy itself; an enemy cloaked in darkness that seeped into the soul and drained the will to live by its very passing.
But this wasn't true darkness.
A quick look around showed his eyes were adjusting and he could see shadows, revealing that a light source lay somewhere beyond the walls. Walls that were fairly close together and cave-like. Nothing like the misty expanse of the Dark Dimension; nothing like the illusion of freedom they'd been led to believe before being strapped to the hubs.
He shuddered, swallowing hard against the memory and beating it back by tightening his grip on the woman in his arms. He wasn't immune to their position, or rather wouldn't have been if he hadn't been on the edge of panic; by the weight and size of her, he could easily tell she wasn't Kimberly. No; Kimberly was slight, almost bony with very little to her frame when it came to substance. The female in his grasp was curvy, with a fuller figure than that of his soul-sister. With the way he'd departed Dulcea's company, only one conclusion was plausible; she had to be Katherine. Nothing else made sense.
Reaching up, he pulled the strands of her hair that tickled his face away. They caught around his finger tips, twisting and clinging, a silken rope that didn't make him think of captivity, but of protection. It was a surprisingly soothing feeling. Using that as a lifeline to sanity, he lay there, stroking her hair and rubbing the strands between his fingers.
"Jason?"
The whispered query confirmed his suspicion about the woman in his arms. "You okay, Kat?"
She shifted atop him and suddenly there was another problem he had to worry about, one that was more immediate than the darkness surrounding him; controlling his body's wayward urges was surprisingly difficult and it was a welcome distraction. Katherine, thankfully, didn't seem to notice as she moved upwards, straddling his thighs. The move forced him to relinquish his grip on her hair and he immediately lamented its loss as it trailed through and then beyond his finger tips. If she noticed, she didn't say anything as she paused for a moment before shifting away.
Was it his imagination or had there been reluctance in her movements as she left his person?
To his surprise, she didn’t answer his question. "Where are we?"
"Not a clue - Dulcea did say we'd be sent on our quest."
"In a cave?"
The complete and utter disdainful disbelief in her voice made him chuckle - the first real laugh he'd had in a long time - the sound rusty from disuse. He was surprised by the reaction, but couldn't quite stifle the grin that accompanied his wry response. "Who knows? I think we got shafted."
Her clothing rustled audibly as she shifted at his side, her hip coming to touch his. He heard her shoes scraping the ground near his head and could visualize her in his mind's eye, sitting at his side with her fingers clasped loosely about her knees. Despite the darkness - something Katherine wasn't afraid of - there was something very intimate and personal about the whole experience; something that went beyond the realm of nightmare and pain; something more immediate and infinitely more dangerous.
It made him nervous.
The ring of Katherine's disbelieving, if short, laughter as it echoed through the cave drew his attention almost immediately and he was unable to analyze the feeling properly. "Shafted?" she sounded entertained at his choice of term. "How do you figure?"
"Well, you and I are the only two who've never been on a Ninjetti quest or a Zeo quest. How are we supposed to know what to do?"
Katherine didn't answer right away and her silence was more than a little unnerving. If he hadn't been able to feel her at his side, he would have thought her gone.
"Kat?"
She didn't say anything - obviously considering his question - and the silence, combined with the inky darkness, was creeping in to wrap around his heart in the form of terrified remembrance. He struggled with it, begging her silently to say something, anything that would keep that darkness at bay. Yet she remained unfailingly silent. His breath began to lodge in his lungs, the ghostly memory of his restraints beginning to slide across wrist and ankle and his voice was strangled when he spoke next.
"Kat?"
There was no response to his almost frantic call and he pushed himself up on one elbow, reaching for her. His fingers curled over her forearm, digging in as if she were a lifeline - and got the response he needed.
"Hmm?"
That soft sound broke the spell of despair and he exhaled audibly, closing his eyes as his grip slackened. Somehow, the darkness of his own choosing was easier to deal with than the enforced one surrounding them. Cool fingers brushed against the back of his hand, tracing his forearm upwards before finally touching his face, sending a surge of awareness through him that only made him feel worse. He'd always been attracted to Kat and now, here, it just seemed wrong; he wasn't her Jason and never would be. That didn't stop him from wishing that things could have been different or from aching that they weren't.
Those cool finger tips traced the lines of apprehension in his face and her next words were accompanied by the skim of her finger tips over the tight line of his lips. "Jason, are you okay?"
"I hate the dark." His admission popped out without conscious thought, but he knew even as the words slipped past his guard that she would need to know in the event the demons snuck up on him. "Add silence and it makes me edgier than usual."
"With good reason," she told him, a smile in her voice even as it was edge with wariness. Her hand dropped away from his face as if burned. "So what do we do from here?"
"Can you see any light?"
"Just shadows. You?"
"The same."
Jason shifted away from her, the darkness suddenly seeming like the lesser of two evils, and gained his feet. Stretching out his hand, he followed the shadows to hers and pulled until she gained her feet. Practicality warred with good sense as he silently questioned the wisdom of keeping her hand in his. Yet, in the end, it was no contest; he didn't need her bumping into him in the darkness and they needed to get out of here.
"Come on; let's get out of here."
Drawing her forward, Jason headed with hesitant steps towards where light seemed to be spilling in towards them. Katherine's hand molded to his as if it belonged there - and she twisted her hand in what was sure to have been an unconscious reaction to lace her fingers through his. Easing his grip on her, he twisted his hand deliberately until their finger tips were the only thing touching, but didn't otherwise discourage the contact when all he really wanted to do was drop her hand. That, however, wasn't possible until they made their way out.
Katherine didn't say anything as Jason deliberately shifted away from her, but it hurt. He wasn't her Jason; he wasn't the man she'd been looking for all these years... and yet he was. The same strength of character, the same protective instincts; the same devastating good looks that had initially stolen her breath. The package was the same with some fundamental differences.
Her heart ached with the thought.
This Jason was harder than hers had ever been, more guarded... and more cynical. He was still caring, but his focus seemed to have narrowed to exclude everyone except Kimberly. Considering she'd been leaning on him for the last ten years to the exclusion of all else, Katherine couldn't say she was really surprised. If Kimberly had been leaning on her for the last ten years, it was possible she'd have been the same as he was now. Of course, the bond between this Kimberly and Jason was different than the one she remembered from her own timeline. In that timeline they'd been like brother and sister, but they'd also had their significant others to lean on - it was simply the way things had been; lovers supporting one another
Jason had leaned on her and Kimberly had always leaned on Tommy.
Only that would never happen again, she realized, staring at the dark outline of Jason's form. Kimberly might find her Tommy again, but Katherine's Jason was gone; dead
The painful surge in her chest that had accompanied Dulcea's revelation as to Jason's true identify - the feeling of her heart shattering - rose to the surface as she trailed after him. She stumbled under the weighty revelations she'd not truly had time to consider, nearly dragging Jason down to the ground as she hit painfully on her knees. His hand slipped from hers as he fought to keep his balance and Katherine closed her eyes as pain radiated from abused joints.
She didn't notice any of it, bowed by sudden and alarming grief - a side effect of suddenly being alone with him... but not. At least with Tommy and Kimberly she'd had them and their relationship to focus on; here in the dark, linked to Jason by her finger tips, the sudden and awful truth struck without warning.
“Kat?”
An involuntary cry was torn from her lips as she curled down towards the ground in a belated effort to shield herself from hurt that awful truth echoed over and over in her head. Her Jason was dead; dust. He’d died in a misguided attempt to avenge Kimberly, standing beside a man he’d thought of as his brother, probably torn by grief only to realize when it was too late that escape was impossible; that he’d let it pass.
Had he thought of her? Had he considered the way her heart had broken with his disappearance or had he simply been too focused on the moment? Had he cursed Zedd with his last breath, or had his last thoughts been of her? She didn’t know, no one knew, and there was nothing she could do - no one she could ask to answer the questions.
“Kat?”
She flinched, shying away from Jason’s touch as he reached out to grasp her shoulder. She felt his hesitation, could almost hear his thoughts as he debated going after her. That hesitation turned to an almost palatable determination and his arms came about her, sweeping her from the ground. Turning with her in his arms, Jason walked swiftly towards the light, avoiding the pitfalls that rose to trip him with very little thought. She clung to him, her eyes tightly closed, taking comfort in the embrace even as it tore through her like a double edged blade.
Jason didn’t stop walking until he had enough light to see Katherine in more than shadowed detail, and once he could, he settled against a nearby wall and slid to the ground. The rock chaffed his scars through his shirt, but his attention was focused solely on the woman in his arms. His mild discomfort was nothing compared to what Katherine was feeling and he was used to being needed, comfortable with it, and Katherine obviously needed him.
Stroking her hair as he urged her head to his shoulder as he placed a soft kiss on the crown, Jason let her cry.
Clinging to him, Katherine was assaulted by memories, her senses flooded with his scent, the memory of his touch - a memory that was very much reality at that moment. Jason had always held her thus, comforting her when she failed and keeping her close during danger. It didn't matter her position, just the feel of his arms around her was enough.
Enough - both exquisite torture and paradise.
How long they sat in that position was lost to both of them, only the physical discomforts gave any indication as to the passage of time. Jason's legs were asleep, his arm starting to ache from the constant soothing motion across her back. Katherine's legs began to cramp, her backside cushioned by Jason's thighs but still starting to go numb.
Her sobs eased off to sniffles and she suddenly found herself in possession of a handkerchief. Wiping her eyes and nose, she took a deep breath only to breath in his scent. Memory warred with reality as her fingers clutched convulsively at his shoulders, her head tilting to his purely on instinct.
Jason had been in the midst of turning his face to look at her and their eyes locked. Blue, wide, vulnerable and begging for more met the guarded but compassionate brown... and Katherine's hand slid of its own violation to the back of his neck. Jason resisted, his gaze searching hers, but capitulation was inevitable. He had no defenses against the plea in those aqua orbs. His resistance melted away as he let her ease his head towards hers.
Their lips met - and Jason's hold on her changed.
His arms went from comforting to possessive even as he knew it was wrong. But nothing seemed to be helping - and she wanted this. It was wrong of him to take advantage of Katherine this way, his conscience whispered somewhere in the back of his mind as she shifted on his lap to straddle him, but he couldn't bring himself to say no. She wanted this; needed it, and Jason was powerless against her and the dictates of his body.
It had been a long, long time since anyone hadn't just needed, but wanted him.
There was desperation in Katherine's kiss, in her hold, as her hands plunged into the softness of his hair. It felt the same; he tasted the same; kissed the same; smelled the same. Pressing down into his lap, her hands slid from his hair, down over his shoulders and across his chest. They skimmed across the strong pectoral muscles that lifted her so effortlessly to delve between their bodies.
She wanted him, needed the physical connection of his presence, and her hands began to tug at his clothing. First his shirt, pulling it inch by inch from his waist band. Her body undulated against his as his fingers slid under the hem of her t-shirt and across the smooth expanse of her back. With a moan that was half desperation, have plea, she pressed frantically against him, close but not close enough.
Jason's hands felt as if they were everywhere. Sliding across her skin and leaving a trail of fire behind, they traversed the full length of her back, releasing the snap of her bra with a flick of his fingers. Unwilling to break the kiss, Katherine fumbled blindly against the fastening of his jeans, her fingers brushing against the hard ridge of his arousal even as they rubbed against her own. Whimpering his name as the button gave, her fingers brushed the tough skin of his lower abdomen - and her world tilted.
Her touch was like being in the center of a flaming maelstrom and taking an ice bath all at once.
Katherine wanted more from him, something she'd shared with her fiancé; but he wasn't that man. She didn't want him: she wanted her Jason.
Jason wrench his lips from hers, his hands snapping down to catch her wrists in a bruising grip and drawing her sharply from the haze of desire under which she'd fallen. With a twist of his arms, Katherine was on her backside beside him, and he found his feet. Turning his back to her, Jason tucked his shirt back in and refastened his jeans with shaking fingers. It had taken no more than the whisper soft caress of her finger tips against the myriad of scars on his stomach to bring him back to his senses.
No matter how much he wanted her, she wanted someone else - someone who was still whole in body and spirit. Better to push her away now, for his own good, than be rejected when she saw the extent of the damage to his form.
"Jason?"
Steeling himself against the confusion in her voice, he ran his hands through his hair as he fought against the need to turn and take what she was offering. "I'm not him, Kat."
"I know that."
"Do you?"
"Of course I do." Her voice was husky, trailing along his nerves like her finger nails had been across his scalp. "I still want you."
"No, you want him - and I'm not him!"
"You mean you don't want to be."
"I never was!" He whirled on her, the simmering heat in his veins transforming into an explosion of emotion. "I'm not the Jason you know, Kat. I haven't been since our realities diverged in high school. You want something from me that I won't give you. That I can't give you."
"You're wrong."
"You're delusional," he snapped back, his fists clenching at his sides. "Jason, your Jason is gone, Kat. You can't use me as some sick substitute. We're not the same man!"
"You are where it matters," she told him tearfully, struggling to fix her clothes.
"The Jason you knew is gone, and the sooner you realize that I'm not the man you loved, the sooner we'll both have some peace!"
She reared back as if struck, except Jason pivoted on his heel and strode away. Blinded by tears, Katherine watched him go. Only when he was out of sight around the corner of the cave did she burry her face in her knees and let them fall.
Around the corner, Jason stared at the ceiling of the cave without seeing it as he listened to Katherine weep for the man she'd lost; the man he'd once wanted to be - and the man he could never become. A part of him ached for the lost chance, for what he was actively throwing away, but also knew it was for the best. Katherine needed to move beyond the Jason she'd know, to get on with a life she'd obviously placed on hold; it was as flattering as it was humbling.
The idea of having her love him that way... his fists clenched as he fought against the need to go comfort her once more, well aware that things would get out of hand if he did so at that moment. And while Katherine seemed to want the physical intimacy, it wasn't something he could give her. It wasn't something he could give anyone. He'd worked hard to get past his injuries, but the scars were a very real and livid reminder of what he'd been through - an exterior personification of the perpetual emotional state he found himself in. No matter what Katherine thought of him or his alternate personality, even she would eventually be repulsed.
He only hoped she'd last until they were able to finish their quests and leave.
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Post by psycochick32 on Oct 27, 2009 15:42:48 GMT -5
\o/ Yay! (Yeah, I know, it's late -_-;; sorry) This is great - I like seeing more of what's going on outside TK, especially with Jason & Kat. It's intriguing to see Trini, Zach and Billy dealing with knowing they've got alternate-universe-issues to deal with, as well.
"And while Katherine seemed to want the physical intimacy, it wasn't something he could give her. It wasn't something he could give anyone."
It's interesting to note what the ordeal meant for Jason. We obviously have a good view of what it did for Kim, both physically and for her psyche, but it's just as bad, in different ways, for Jason.
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