Chapter 6

Stormer continued running, her band in throttle behind her. She followed the saxophone sounds, brain completely in a whirl. She could see the clear silhouette of Jetta on the bridge. She stopped at the bottom of the bridge, her friends assembling behind. Eric was panting beyond help. Pizzazz was examining a particularly interesting patch of sludge on the bridge. Clash looked around, waiting for someone to follow suit. Roxy, unafraid was looking straight at Jetta, and seemed to be in deep thought. The dazzlingly familiar sound from the bridge came to an abrupt finish.

Shelia knew there was someone there, but at the angle all she cold see was the footsteps pointing to their creators. She had the strangest feeling it was The Misfits. She wanted to believe they were there, so badly. But they weren't. She sighed remorsefully and threw her sax over the bridge railing. She closed her eyes tightly, then re-opened again daring to look down. There was her beloved, lying twisted in the road. Had her father looked like that. She felt the strangest sensation, a burning in her eyes.

"Don't cry," she moaned to herself. A single tear slipped out.

"Don't cry," replied a voice behind her.

Jetta turned her head so sharply she though it would fall off. There was Roxy watching her carefully, the owner of the voice. And now, quite clearly, Jetta saw Stormer, Clash and Eric ascend onto the bridge. Stormer gently brushed away the tear, which clung, to her own cheek. She put her arm around Jetta and pulled into a hug. Jetta, suprised by the gesture stood dumbfounded, completely bemused but happily hugging her friend back. Before she could let go she felt Roxy's muscular arms pull them close. She giggled sheepishly, as did Roxy. Clash stood beaming, and wandered down the steps leaving Eric to wrench the girls apart.

"Pizzazz?" asked Clash , "aren't you going to join them?"

Pizzazz withdrew her gaze from somewhere far away. "I guess, we do need her after all."

Clash nodded, willing her icon to continue. She didn't. She gently climbed the steps, almost silently.

"Jetta" she aid coming close.

"You don't really know the Queen do you?"

"well of course I do, you bloody yanks are all the same, thinking I would make up such a thing…"

"…'Course, 'course, you are a Misfit still then?"

"Well yank you're ever born one or your not. Guess that means I was."

Pizzazz smiled genuinely before descending.

"She doesn't say much, does she?" said Jetta

"She doesn't need to" replied Roxy, giving Jetta a final smile, and following her leader. Clash waved and followed them too.

"Now Eric, Sheil- I mean Jetta will need a new sax."

Jetta's laugh echoed throughout London. The laugh of someone seeing there tight, evil manager truly crying with rage.

Jetta and Stormer left the bridge together leaving Eric cursing.

Stormer began singing;

I come right out, say what I feel
I won't mince words, you've got my appeal

Pizzazz and Roxy joined in.

Baby, I like, I like your style, I like, I like your style
I know you are versatile, I like, I like your style.
I won't waste time, I'll come to the point (huh)
You don't belong in this kind of joint
B-b-b-baby, I like, I like your style, I like, I like your style,
I know you are versatile, I like, I like your style

They reached the plane home and boarded.

We could make some noise, you and I (huh huh hoo hoo ha hoo)
Are you ready, are you willing to try?

"Thanks Stormer, I know you turned this plane around."

B-b-b-baby, I like, I like your style, I like, I like your style
I know you are versatile, I like, I like your style.

"You would know. You're the cleverest Misfit. And you are a true blue-blooded Misfit."

Yeah,

I like your style!

Well I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing. All characters copyright of Hasbro etc, story © Foxwings blah blah…. I will be writing more Misfits stuff ASAP, so please keep an eye out. Your reviews are always nice so keep 'em coming :).

Thank you very much for reading!