|Too Much Sun
Author: Auto Pilote PM
Jane's been out in the sun all day, exploring Africa with her father and Clayton. When she starts telling them what she's seen, they seem to think it's gone to her head. Rated T for themes and references to come. no pun intended janeXtarzanRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,967 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 07-22-11 - Published: 06-20-11 - id: 7102648
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Well helloooo once again people. This is chapter 3, finally remembered to post it online.
I lied. I gloriously and totally just LIED TO YOU. Not about it being chapter three and all that jazz, but the implication that I've had this for a while. I literally just wrote this up now. But hey, isn't that swell? It means it isn't really old and stinky, it's brand new and freash. (I know I spelled that wrong). Just letting you know that I'm currently watching the movie and reading the script while writing this, so I just think it's be cool if you wanted to read it while comparing it to the movie. And yes, I did work the song-part into it.
So, warning for this chapter, there's a couple of things I meant to have rated a little differently, but if someone complains, I'll find a way to move it to a better-suited-rating-place… you know what I mean.
OH AND JANE, YOU'VE GOT A BIT OF SMARM ON YOUR SHOULDER.
(If you think that sounds like I'm talkingto myself, it's because I totally said that out loud)
Okay this intro is taking waaaaay too long, much more than I intended, but I had to fit everything in ( I know, all of WHAT? noh, just me rating to myself. That stuff is important.)
So, just a refresher for those of you who read the last chapter, the characters and most of the dialogue are Disney's property, not mine. I'm just writing in some scenes they sem to have left out of the movies…not I'm kidding. I made them up, and am adding some background to the story.
So for those of you who haven't read chapter 1 and/or 2….
GO BACK AND READ IT. Now. Do it. Do it right now. I'm serious. I'm not kidding. Really. Go do it. NOW.
(And for those outstanding people who did read chapter 2, why yes I did copy and paste some of the same intro to chapter 2. But you also have to read chapter 1 too. Better go do that.)
Chapter 3: doesn't get a title either.
It was dark.
Completely sunny outside too, but inside the tent, it was utterly dark. She could barely see anything. A few moments prior she had backed up into Tarzan, and come over entirely by fear, had shrieked. She was afraid of the dark, not being able to see. She had other fears, like abnormally large bugs and a small one of heights, shabby foot-working, and like all of her fears, this time in the dark; she froze, rendered almost catatonic. She could do nothing but let her imagination roam to terrible conclusions, the kind where you didn't tell anyone what they were, for fear they would deem you delusional.
She stood, shaking, pressed hard against something as her fears consumed her mind, unable to snap out of it. Her mind momentarily forgot where she was, and what else was there, until she felt something hard and forceful poking into her back. Voices outside the tent.
With a gasp she burst back into reality, stepping forward, shaking her head as if to clear those foundationless images from her head. She spun at the sound of the tent flaps being thrown open, the sudden light piercing her eyes.
"Jane, m'dear," her father asked quickly, hurrying in the tent, "Whatever is the matter? We heard you cry out-"
"Oh, it was nothing, silly really, " She waved away his worried quickly as usual, never wanting to cause him more stress than he already had after her mother had died. She'd suggested this trip to disperse that constant concern and to further his studies, but mostly because she knew he loved gorillas as much as he did for her mother. That was the whole reason they were here, but to find them-
Jane's eyes flicked to Tarzan, who was going to help them find the gorillas. However, as soon as she turned to look at him, he fell back into his ape-like crouch from his previous standing position; he almost looked as if he was hiding something…
Clayton and her father also turned to look at him as soon as her head turned, a beet-red color growing in Clayton's cheeks.
"…I stepped on small rock," she said quickly, grabbing both their attention back to her. she didn't want to get Tarzan in trouble for anything he didn't do, and she didn't want them to know her fear of the dark either. However, what was Tarzan doing standing behind her?
Clayton and her father nodded, but either of them looked like they were about to leave her and Tarzan alone for a while. She sighed, shook her head, and decided just to get on with the lesson. She lit a match and brought the light in the lamp to life. She eyed Tarzan as he crawled to one of the seats and mimicked how the professor sat on them, but in a moment decided he was more comfortable in that position that appeared he was hiding something close to himself.
She wondered….no, it couldn't be. Jane glanced at Tarzan again, looking at him differently this time and remembering her biology lessons from boarding school. They had learned about that… with much giggling from the rest of her class. It was a topic she was a wee bit squeamish about. She couldn't use the proper terms without feeling uneasy, but at the same time she wanted to know more. As if to add onto her shame, it was such unladylike behavior. In proper society, she felt like even thinking about it was considered unacceptable behavior. But if that was how it truly was, why was it taught about in schools and how the human race had survived this far, she wondered.
Glancing back at Tarzan, she also wondered if Africa was also generally considered a proper society.
She finished lighting the lamp, and almost didn't notice Tarzan leave his seat to investigate the source of this light, so strange. Without a moment's delay, her father quickly came between the two of them, setting up the rest of the projector. She was sure what the professor was eager to do, to separate the two of them, or teach Tarzan to speak English.
The days flew by quickly and while teaching Tarzan wasn't the easiest thing, she still enjoyed spending time near him. Jane supposed he liked being near her also, because every time she did something, he would mimic it in his own way, always eager for her to show him everything, to tell him how. She wondered if it was because he could understand some of what she was saying, or because he liked to hear her speak to him. He was eager to learn, but the pace of his learning would slow and quicken, as if there some things he wanted to learn but there were also some things he just couldn't care less about. She recognized the face he made, like one of her own expression when she was back at school. Learning things, that meant something and nothing to her, she was sure that was how he felt about this now.
But no matter how boring things got, the days growing tedious and static, Tarzan had a way of suddenly creating a memory for her, that separated one day from the rest. Like the time she was showing him slides with the projector again, and she absentmindedly slipped in one of a couple dancing together. She remembered how her mother used to take her to "" and she would watch the couples dancing together, and wish she had a handsome gentleman to waltz with her and whisper in her ear. As soon as she slipped the slide in, she gazed at the picture shown on the hanging canvas, before Tarzan leapt up and grabbed her hands, pulling her into a dance with him that there was no music to. Her father clapped along to the beat Tarzan was dancing with her to, but she didn't hear any of it. She could only see his eyes gazing into her hers. There was no soft music, they danced no waltz, and he didn't whisper in her ear, but his eyes never left hers throughout the entirety of their short dance. She would have danced that way with him forever, to keep his gaze to herself alone.
He looked away sudden, his attention stolen by the next slide that Clayton had gone to the trouble to get up and put it, ending their dance on the spot. Later that night her father, the professor was showing Tarzan the universe with his telescope, explaining to him all kinds of wonders that lay just beyond their reach. Jane wondered if Tarzan could understand what her father was telling him, would he understand the complex feelings she was having right now?
She herself knew very little of what she was feeling, much less thinking. Just the other day she was showing him how to read, and the words, See Jane Run, made her blush as Tarzan read them out loud.
The days raced by and she drew him in her spare time, when Clayton took over some of the teaching to lecture him about finding the gorillas. She wanted to remember him the way she first met him, to recapture him in her sketches, but if he kept staring at her like that she wasn't going to be able to draw a straight line…
He would keep leaving and coming back continuously throughout the days and nights, and she supposed he was going back to the gorillas, or wherever he lived. At first Clayton was reluctant to let him go, but they soon found out he was curious to learn more about these strangers like him.
One day in the evening when he came back, she spotted him mimicking Clayton behind his back, imitating his proud stride. He stopped, seeing her and she looked away quickly, not wanting him to know she had been staring. He hurried over to her, sitting down next to her. Furiously she began erasing a part of the bird she was drawing, her pencil having slipped the moment she saw him. She showed him the sketch, holding it up to the bird so that he could see the likeness. Jane's face fell as it suddenly lifted its wings flew away. A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth as she felt her mood drown in desperation. This sketch would join the growing pile of half-finished drawings of animals that had left half-way. And she hadn't seen too many of this type of bird around either. She conveyed the feelings to Tarzan, who, although reluctant to speak with the new language he was learning, simply took her hand and led her deeper into the forest.
"Tarzan, what are we doing-" she stared to ask him, when he came to a stop at a vine, and motioned for her to come closer. He took her empty hands, empty because she had left the sketchbook back at camp, and unable to find the words he wanted, placed them around the back of his neck. She felt her face redden; she hadn't been this close to him since they first met in the rain. They were so near each other, their bodies almost touching. She barely noticed him take hold of the vine and mutter for her to hold on, when he lifted to two of them off the ground pulling the vine. She let out a gasp as her feet were lifted off the ground and her body was suddenly pushed against his. It took her a moment or two to realize what he was doing, and how far up they had gotten so quickly. She closed her eyes tightly, not wishing to accidentally look down and let go. Finally he lifted her up and she found her footing, recognizing it to be a tree. His hand touched her shoulder, sliding down to her back to keep her steady. After a moment she opened her eyes, and would have fallen backwards had Tarzan not been holding her.
Those birds, the beautiful birds she'd been trying to sketch, they were all here, in great numbers and not shying away. They flocked to her and Tarzan, sitting on her shoulders and hands, one even atop her head. They spent so much time in the canopy with the birds that she believed she could finish the sketch from memory, and that night fell.
She asked Tarzan how they would get down, with a sinking feeling that she knew the answer. she was right.
As Tarzan found some more vine, she fidgeted with her fingers nervously. "Um, thank you for showing me all those birds, I can't imagine how you knew to find them-"
Tarzan mumbled something about having wanting to show them to her anyway.