Watching the Stars Together

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Ok, time for a brief one-shot on my favourite pairing, which is Flameshipping! Camelot owns Golden Sun.

I changed the title. It didn't sound right in my head. I think this one is better.

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It was quite cold outside, but it didn't bother the young teen who sat outside in the snow. Garet was wrapped up warm enough that all he felt was the cold seeping in where he sat down upon the thick, white blanket that covered the ground. The snow was everywhere, even spiralling down through the sky in soft, powdery flakes. He didn't care as the snow continued to pile up around him; all he wished to do right now was sit and stare at the shining stars in the sky as well as the falling snowflakes.

He soon heard the sound of feet crunching as they stepped through the crystal snow and turned his head, his chocolate eyes turning toward the familiar figure that approached in the darkness. She was softly illuminated by the light of the moon hanging over them and he could clearly see how her wine colored hair swirled around her face, which had a smile fixed to it. In her hands, Jenna held two warm, steaming mugs.

Without a word, Jenna sat next to Garet in the snow and handed a mug to him, which he gratefully took. They stayed together, side by side, gazing at the stars as they sipped from their mugs. Not a word was spoken as the two enjoyed the comfort of each other's company, which was all they needed. Neither of them even cared how cold it was outside. All that mattered was that they were together, watching the stars. The stars would always be there for them and they wanted to watch for as long as they could, until the sun rose above the horizon and banished them. Of course, they realised the cold would eventually force them inside, but it was nice to enjoy it while they still could.

They both remembered that night, remembered that the stars hadn't been there. The sky had been completely dark as the clouds rolled across it, and the only thing it had to show were the jagged bolts of lightning that would flash every few seconds. That night of the storm, it had felt as if the stars had gone, along with Felix, as well as his parents and Isaac's father. Except the stars had returned the next night, but at that time, it had been small comfort for Jenna, who didn't want to watch. After seeing her whole family be washed away, she didn't care anymore.

It was Garet who managed to get her outside eventually. Once he did get her out, they had sat down together on a small hill and silently watched the stars. Jenna had snuggled close to Garet, claiming she was getting cold but she'd had other reasons as well, and Garet had put his arm around her. Jenna hadn't complained. They sought comfort in each other's presence. Jenna needed it the most and Garet was able to give it to her.

Jenna was so cold at first, like the snow around them and the chilly wind blowing past. The tears had streaked down her face, shimmering translucent crystals slowly dripping down her pale cheeks. She was frozen solid and there was little warmth left inside her. Garet had sought it inside her, still sensing it. It was a tiny little flame, flickering and dying in her torrential grief.

Over time, however, the flame had started to grow stronger and Jenna had returned to life. No longer was she simply sitting and staring at the sky in grief. She really saw the stars and acknowledged them. Her eyes shined with rapture as she watched the clusters of white dots across the sky. In the winter, she could enjoy the feeling of snowflakes brushing against her face. In the autumn, she was aware of the leaves flying around her. In the summer, she felt the balmy heat.

But, still, Garet sensed that she was not the same. Watching the stars with her no longer felt the same. The tragedy had changed her and he could see it. Jenna knew it as well, though she tried not to show it. He understood her though. He always did.

Then Jenna was taken away, and the quest to save Weyard began. Garet missed watching the stars with Jenna by his side. He missed Jenna when she was not around and longed to have her back. It was a long time however before the two were reunited. Even upon their reunion, everyone was busy, going to save the hostages from Prox as well as ensuring that the final lighthouse's beacon was fired and Weyard was saved. As Felix led them all to Prox, Garet couldn't wait for the journey to come to its end.

Then it ended. Weyard was saved, and the Adepts could return home, content knowing that the world was no longer shrinking. But Vale was gone. The people were working hard to reinstate their village, but of course, it took time to restore the homes they had lost.

Right now, Garet and Jenna were sitting comfortably outside Vault, intently watching the stars as they sat in the snow together. The experience felt just like their times together many years ago, before the night of the storm. They were watching the stars together just as they used to, even right before the day of the kidnapping, but something was definitely different this time.

Jenna turned her head to look at Garet and then she spoke.

"I love you."

A star seemed to shine even brighter, as if struggling to be seen among its numerous neighbours, but Garet did not notice it as he was not looking at the stars anymore. Now, he was looking into Jenna's warm, ruby eyes. He stumbled, trying to find the words to say in response, and Jenna waited, her smile growing wider.

"I love you too," Garet finally said. What more did he have to say? Those few words said it all.

The stars no longer mattered to them at that point, but each other. They leaned over and melted into a soft, gentle embrace, their arms wrapping securely around each other's bodies. The two were content as they held each other in their loving clinch. Garet and Jenna knew they would continue to watch the stars together, not just as friends, but as lovers, and for the rest of their lives.