I do Not Own Code Lyoko

I do Not Own Code Lyoko

I do however own my Ocs

Life Chapter 15

Connor ripped down the mountainside carving up the snowy white powder. He hit a bump, flipped and landed perfectly. Trick after trick he tore up the mountain trying desperately to keep his mind off the blonde he knew was waiting at the bottom of the hill.

Swinging the board sideways he skidded to a halt and was approached by his brother, sister, in law, and Brooke.

“That was awesome,” Jay exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Robyn replied.

Connor just nodded and stole a glance at Brooke before turning around, and walking toward the lift. He made a come on motion with his arm as he kept walking. He could not believe that his father had invited her along with the family. He could only wonder if his dad knew about his history with this girl.

--flashback--

Brooke and Connor were seated on a pier after another one of their regular outings. They sat in silence until she broke it.

“Connor,” She began.

“Yeah,” He replied.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,”

“What?”

“My break is almost over and I have to get back to Paris.” She explained,

“Oh,” He replied, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah,”

“You ok?”

“I’m fine.” She told him looking over the pier down at the waves as they crashed against its legs.”

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

“We’ve had some good times haven’t we?”

“Yeah.”

“Brooke,” He began feeling his cheeks flushed.

The girl turned her attention to him.

“I…,” he began, “I really like you.”

The girl stiffened and tears began to bud in her eyes. Then without warning she got up and ran away.

“Brooke!” Connor exclaimed giving chase.

The girl ignored him and continued to run off the pier. The boy followed her around the corner onto the street only to watch as she climbed into a cab. It pulled away from the curb and disappeared into traffic.

“Brooke!” Conner yelled one more time, before the pain set in and he walked off.

--End flashback--

Connor grit his teeth and nearly pushed his fist through the wall of the pick up station, but he managed to restrain himself. He had liked her even told her so, and she broke his heart.

At first pain had set in, and then anger.

--flashback--

“Dad,” Connor began.

“yeah,” Jeremie replied.

“You’ve got to tell me where she is,” he pleaded.

“Who?”

“Brooke.”

Jeremie looked at him before speaking again, “Her plane leaves in one hour, at JFK.” He explained, “Flight 957 to Paris.”

“Thank you,” Connor replied racing out of the office.

When he hit the street he took off running to where he had left his car. Getting in it he broke almost every traffic law we have and raced to the airport. Fortunately he wasn’t caught nor was anyone hurt ( lucky dog).

Security was a hassle for him as he counted down the time on his watch. Once through he raced to the departure screen found Brooke’s flight and took off toward the exit. He got there in the nick of time.

“Brooke!”

The girl looked up to see him running to her. She grabbed her bag and moved to the gate.

“Brooke!” He yelled again finally catching her and stopping her.

“Brooke?”

“Yeah,” She replied.

“Why did you run away?”

“Because I had to,” She began once again turning to the gate.

“Didn’t what I say mean anything?”

She bit back a breath. After letting it out she responded in a surprisingly calm voice.

“No.”

Connor was crushed. The pain in his chest was almost unbearable. Tears were evident in his eyes.

“Why?” he asked on the edge of sobs,

“It just didn’t,” She barked, “Now I have a plane to catch.”

Connor had no idea why he did what he did next. Reaching out he grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him. Securing her waist he dipped his head down and captured her lips.

Brooke went rigid as they kissed. After a brief second she pulled away and ran to her plane completely ignoring his calls.

--End Flashback--

Connor grit his teeth the anger in his body threatening to overwhelm him. The pain he thought he had gotten over making it even worse. Gritting his teeth he kicked the bench waiting for the lift to arrive.

Brooke watched the always calm and cheerful Connor Belpois ruthlessly attack an inanimate object. Cursing all the while even though they were indiscrete. She knew what was causing this, and it killed her inside as well.

--Flashback--

Brooke leapt out of bed as she got ready to head out with Connor. She loved his warm caring nature. She loved spending time with him. Her maid came in as she was dressing in a pink tank top and matching shorts.

“I see you’re heading out with Mr. Belpois again,” She spoke fondly.

Brooke smiled in response.

“My word,” She began, “I have never seen you glow like that before.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your face and eyes just lit up like the moon and stars,” She began, “Your face is glowing like the sun.”

Brooke hid her face in her hands in order to cover up the rapidly reddening of her cheeks. She kept her back to her maid, so she couldn’t see.

“To be young and in love,” She spoke candidly.

Brooke felt a shock go through her. She turned to the woman who had tended to her the entirety of her life.

“It’s not like that,” She explained, “We’re just friends.”

Before another word there was a knock at the door.

“Enter,” Brooke replied to the knock.

An elderly man stepped in. He had on a black tuxedo and a matching tie.

“Yes Barnaby.” She began,

“A Mr. Connor Belpois calling.”

“Thank you,” She chirped before following him out of the room.

Later

Brooke walked into her room a white flower in her hair, and tears in her eyes.

“Emma,”

“Yes Ms. Brooke.”

“You where right,” The girl began latching onto the woman sobbing into her uniform.

“So then why are you crying dear?”

“You know why!” She exclaimed, “Father will never let me have him,”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do,” She responded, “Connor’s dad is father’s biggest rival.”

“Oh dear,” The old woman soothed, “What are you going to do?”

“I have to end it,” She began, “I just have to.”

--End Flashback--

Brooke stared as an oblivious Connor finished vented his frustration. He calmed down and turned to note the others.

“How long have you guys been there?” He asked,

“Long enough to watch you beat the hell out of a bench,” Jay replied pointing to the destroyed bench.

“Good thing we own the mountain,” He replied.

Jay nodded, while Sakura approached her twin and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He raised his head to meet her eyes. After staring into them a second he knew that they would be talking later.

Robyn and Syd locked their eyes on Brooke somehow knowing this was in a way her fault, but sensed something more.

Jay put his hand on Connor’s back and turned to the girls, “It’s getting late,” He began, “We should head back.”

“Yeah.” Was the collective response.

Filing into the car Connor at up front next to Jay while Brooke sat in the very back. Her mind elsewhere and not on the heated glares from three very protective sisters.

--Back at the Cabin--

“Jeremie!” Aelita shrieked as he tickled her feet.

She kicked her feet managing to get free, and run from him. He smiled and gave chase catching up to her and tackling her onto the bed. The two laughed for a second before they began to make out. Their tongues fought for dominance, but Aelita groaned when Jeremie pulled back, but purred when he began to kiss and nibble her neck.

“The.” She managed while Jeremie worked her neck,
the kids…. w…will…be…back…any minute.”

Jeremie groaned while she pushed him back a little and got onto her knees so she could look into his eyes.

“There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow.” She replied smiling while straightening her blouse. (Smoothing out the wrinkles)

Jeremie only smiled while he straightened his own wardrobe.

--

Brooke sat in her room thinking about the day she had left for Paris. She had not expected Connor to show up at the airport. She had not expected him to confront her the way he had, but most of all. She had not expected him to kiss her.

The memory of the kiss brought back bittersweet memories. The feeling had been incredible. She wanted to give in and drown her sorrow in the passion that his lips offered, but she knew she couldn’t. She would not be teased.

Sighing she reached into her back and pulled out a photo. It was an enlarged photo of herself and Connor. It had to be enlarged since the photos came from a picture booth.

They had split them he got half and she got half, but this one by far was her favorite.

The two on them arms wrapped around each other. Both of them were smiling like they didn’t have a care in the world.

“I love you Connor,” She whispered new tears brimming her eyes, “I love you so much.”

“Then why?”

Brooke’s head snapped up, and to her horror there stood Connor. She knew he had heard her confession. Sighing she stood up.

“I guess this is the part were I come clean. Huh?”

“Yes it is.” Connor replied his tone leaving no room for argument.

She braced herself for this, because she knew it would be draining.

“Why?” he asked again pain evident.

She didn’t answer at first, “WHY!” he yelled slamming and locking the door indicating she would not leave until he got some answers.

Brooke had been startled at first, but relaxed a little.

“Do you remember when we took this picture?” She began,

“Brooke,” He growled.

“Do you want to know?” She yelled when she heard the growl,

“Yes I want to know!” He responded in an equally strong voice.

“Then answer the damn question!” She retaliated,

Connor was a little taken back by the normally calm and poised girl swearing but brushed it off.

“Of course I do,” He responded, “It was one of the best times in my life.”

“Mine too,” She responded, “It was also the day I realized I really liked you.”

Connor looked calm, but anger, pain and a little resentment was written in his eyes.

“The night at the beach,” She finished, “Was when I knew I was in love with you.”

“Then why?” He asked not knowing any other question.

“My father,” She began, “Would never let us be.”

He was shocked to hear that, but listened to Brooke’s story.

“I didn’t want you wasting your time,” She began, “And I didn’t want to be teased.”

“Wasting my time?” He asked, “Teased?”

“I wanted so bad to give in and kiss you back that day,” She spoke softly, “But I know that if I had I’d never be able to have you, or let you go.”

Tears were sliding down her cheeks, “I love you Connor,” She began, “But I can’t have you.” She finished, “No matter how badly I want you.”

Connor’s perception on the entire situation changed. He watched as silent tears slid down her cheeks. He could only imagine the torture the girl was feeling inside her heart. Turning to him she spoke.

“So now you know.”

He didn’t miss her voice breaking as she said that. Reaching up he cupped her cheeks and wiped away the tears. A shiver ran through her body at the sensation of his touch.

“Connor,” She began urgently only to be silenced by Connor’s lips on hers.

Brooke’s toes curled, as electricity zapped through her body. She could feel her resolve weakening when Connor began working her lips. Soon all the feelings she had bottled up over the last six months were beginning to take over. Her arms were already around his neck, while his were on her waist.

The final straw was when his tongue touched her lips. That was it the floodgates opened and a heated make out session began. Neither cared about anything except each other. Their hands roamed feeling all they could. They took in as much as they could. Falling back onto the bed the two kept kissing as if completely unaware that they had fallen.

“Connor,” Brooke began when they broke apart for air.

“Yeah,” He replied kissing her again and moving to her ear.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” He replied kissing down her neck enjoying the sweetness of her skin.

When he reached the line of her sweater. He quickly became irritated and yanked it off not a second before she did the same to him. Both of them knew what was happening, but just didn’t care.

--

“So what do you think?” Aelita asked rubbing Jeremie’s back as part of his relaxation regimen,

“I think Brooke doesn’t giver father enough credit,” He began, “Oh man that feels nice.” He continued in response to a good rub she had given him, “But truthfully,” He finished, “Devon will be thrilled about their feelings for each other.”

“Now that takes care of them,” Aelita spoke softly, “Now about Sakura.”

“She likes him,” he replied, “He likes her, but both are too stubborn to admit it.”

“Does that remind you of some people we know?”

“Ulrich and Yumi?”

Aelita nodded giggling.

“You think we should ask them to help?”

“Well Connor and Brooke didn’t need any help.”

“Maybe,” He responded and after a second or two said, “Let’s just see what happens.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” She replied climbing off Jeremie having finished her back rub, and curled up next to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

They began their game and after a minute of the tug of war as they came to call it Aelita kissed him on the lips and he conceded. Wrapping his arms around his wife Jeremie but before he settled into peaceful slumber he said.

“I love you more.”

Happy he got the final word in like always he closed his eyes and let sleep claim him. Soon he joined her in dream land. Literally since she was always in his dreams.

--

There is the update.

More to come.

Updates for one night one mistake, and Past Life also on there way.

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