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Date Posted: 21:46:20 02/03/04 Tue
Author: J.T.
Subject: REWRITE
In reply to: J.T. Magnus 's message, "Since Alex hasn't posted his, to satisfy the masses: Chapter Fourty-Nine: "The Fire In Your Touch And The Flame In Your Eyes"" on 20:23:52 12/24/03 Wed

Chapter Fourty-Nine: "The Fire In Your Touch And The Flame In Your Eyes"...

**==

Almost three days have passed since I got The Call... "Let's be friends..." Those, I've come to the conclusion, are the three worst words in the English language... I've also come to the conclusion that it wasn't meant to be, that I tried to force destiny. Yeah, destiny, I believe in it, just not in predestiny. I've always, even when normal, been able to see my own future slightly. Little things, feelings that I've done something before when it's impossible for me to have, dreams whilst I slumber that doth come true, urges to get out of somewhere and doing so just before all hell breaks loose there...

She's a red-head named Jessica.

That's right, I've seen my soul mate, I just can't find her, twice I've tried... Allred and Nave weren't The One, either of them. I've seen her in my dreams, heard me speak her name, tasted her lips, felt her sweet release...

Yeah, that's how I KNOW that when I finally find her she's my Soul Mate, my Imzadi... I'm called an "Idealistic Virgin," which I am. For me to "do the deed," it would have to be someone who's as determined to spend their life with me as I am with them.

Wealthy... A wealth of beauty, a wealth of skill, a wealth of intelligence...

Wealthy would be the greatest treasure for the Meadow...

I was once told that I need a counterpart, not a counterbalance...

Star balanced me, Jessica complements and supplements me.

Kay's sleeping on the couch, normally my bed, but we alternate now, I'm sitting at the computer listening to "Rocky Top" (Yeah, the radio was on too, but is that a crime? According to my parents, yes...), trying to sleep, trying to dream, trying to find her again, if only for a few hours... In my quest for fleeting happiness, as I lent back and closed my eyes I began unconciously singing along aloud.

"~~Rocky Top, you'll always be,
Home, Sweet Home to me,
good old Rocky Top,
Rocky Top, Tennessee.
Rocky Top, Tennessee...

Once I had a girl on Rocky Top,
Half bear, the other half cat.
Wild as a minx, but sweet as soda pop..."

A voice finished the verse with me, altering the line slightly,
"~~I still dream about that...~~"
"~~You still dream about that...~~"

The Change might have made me as durable and powerful as my SIs, but a pinch is a pinch, and a pinch hurts, even then and with my eyes closed. My Illusion spell made each of us appear to be as we once were, but appearing to be a five-five fatso and BEING a six foot even, combat soldier proportioned heavy assualt specialist with the attitude of three U.S. Marine DIs is a BIG difference...

Especially when rush-hugging the 5'6" perfect girl of my dreams. As I spun her around, I didn't care if cats and Kay got hit or if breakables fell, 'This is SO not a dream.'

Almost as if on a cue, the radio station began playing Brad Paisley's "Little Moments" as I just held her in my arms, thinking that if I was awake I never wanted to sleep and if I was asleep I never wished to awake.

"~~Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
That pretty mouth say that dirty word
And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into
But she covered her mouth and her face got red
And she just looked so darn cute
That I couldn't even act like I was mad
Yeah I live for little moments like that ~~"

Yeah, I'd say for me that this was one of those little moments...

I knew so well the curves of her body, the fullness of her lips, the smoothness of her skin, and the curls of her hair that the jump suit and tank top, the boots and gloves, and the dog tags and belt with holsters containing Desert Eagles weren't needed to tell me which of my dreams she had come from, the one I dreamt the most, the one I felt at home in, G.I. Joe: Rebirth. With my right arm holding her as close to me as her arms were holding me to her, the tips of the first two fingers on my left hand traced the scar along the right side of her jawline then curled so that the second knuckle of my first finger was right under her chin. As I had hundreds of times before in dreams and daydreams, both regular and erotic, I gently lifted her face to meet mine and pressed my lips to her's.

I doubt it was my imagination that I heard Kay whispering a thanks to the Ellimist, a thanks that I agreed with.

The hand that had moments before brought our faces together brushed a wild strand of hair back behind her ear as it fell to re-encircle her. Jessica broke the kiss and rested her head against my chest, leaving me to plant kisses in her soft flame-colored hair. When she whispered my name I could hold back no longer, I turned my head to rest it against her's and began to cry. Tears of saddness over Star breaking up with me that I had held in for three days. Tears of joy for finally finding Jessica. Tears of relief that I at last was with my Imzadi. Tears of laughter that she had been in my dreams and in my heart the entire time. Tears of thanks to that annoying manipulator of Magni related events for this. But most of all, tears for all the times I had held back my emotions, tears to create tabula rasa, to create a clean slate...

I whispered her name, "Athena... Jessica..."

She gently twisted her head out from under mine and smiled at me, that smile that when she's relaxed can light up a dozen rooms and in combat foretells the enemies' doom, "What, no 'Parker'? No 'Thenny'?"

"I thought you hated when I called you that?"

"Who cares? I've seen myself without you, and I don't like her..."

"How...?"

"Glowing blue ball of light ring a bell?"

"Well, looks like now I can't let you go even if I wanted to, which I don't." I teased.

"Oh?"

"You'd mess up the time line, and I have enough trouble keeping it straight with all the ideas I've considered."

She let go and slid out of my arms, holding on to my hands, "You are the same as the one I knew..."

I knelt in the floor, Athena kneeling at the same time, "I am the same man."

I twisted my hands to take ahold of her wrists and leaned back against the couch, pulling her with me and catching her as she fell, surprised.

"TURBO!"

"J.T., it's J.T...."

She adjusted her position to snuggle against me as I reached over to grab my blanket from the floor beside my chair and draped it over both of us.

"J.T...."

"Hm?"

"My gear..."

"Oh."

I lifted a side of the blanket for her to slip out, then watched as the vixen taunted me in the way she removed her boots... her gloves... her belt and sidearms... her webgear... her jumpsuit... when she at last crawled back under the cover she was dressed in only a tank top and shorts that came to mid-thigh in addition to whatever she had on beneath that.

"Vixen." I muttered, telling her what I thought of her little 'performance'.

"You know you love it."

"You know I do." I was dressed in a sleeveless grey Tennessee Volunteers shirt and black stretchpants that were mid-calf in length.

The song on the radio had changed but it still fit, it seemed to be one of those nights...

"~~And holdin' her right now has got me thinkin' more and more
This is right where I need to be

Where when I hear her I can see her
I can smell her sweet perfume
I can feel her skin against me when I sleep
Where I won't miss her I can kiss her
Anytime that I want to
Yeah that's right where I need to be
Yeah that's right where I need to be

There's a plane flyin' outta here tonight
With an empty first class seat
'Cause I've finally got all my priorities in line
And I'm right where I need to be

Where when I hear her I can see her
I can smell her sweet perfume
I can feel her skin against me when I sleep
Where I won't miss her I can kiss her
Anytime that I want to
Yeah that's right where I need to be
Yeah I'm right where I need to be~~"

That first night we got all the pleasure we needed just by sleeping wrapped in each others' arms. We didn't need to make love and we didn't. Just holding her in my arms told me everything would be all right...

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