"For never was a story of more woe,
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo"
"We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends."
Jamie left the hood up on her car, and walked towards the main academic campus. She should have known better. Her mustang had been very unreliable lately. However, there was someone that she knew she could always count on.
Sitting on the bench, she watched a solitary figure cross the quad. Tall, lean, muscular, fire elemental tattoos hidden by a long sleeved, button down shirt. Long, black hair pulled back in a pony tail, red streaks and all. A messenger-bag strap slung over his shoulder, pens, pencils, and journals in his arms, you would never guess from his reserved manner that this was the most exuberant and self-assured superhero in the mid-west states. Five years brings about a lot of changes.
Warren had finished up college in three years. Who would have thought he would be the student on the fast track. Jamie had signed up for the five year plan.
Warren would never have a problem finding free-lance writing assignments with any of the major newspapers along the central corridor of the country. After all, he was always right where the conflict was, and could report almost all of the action-breaking news with a first hand account of the proceedings. His editors were always amazed by his uncanny ability to be in the right place at the right time.
The perks of being a superhero. Jamie smiled. No wonder Clark Kent was a journalist.
She didn't have to stand to attract his attention, or wave in greeting. She had no doubt that he would be able to find her. It was still their bench.
Five years does bring about a lot of changes. They had both grown, and they were both ready now to accept that there were some things that they couldn't control in life and some things that they would never be able to change. He wouldn't always be able to protect her, but everyone's future is uncertain.
He stopped in front of her. Glancing down, he smiled. "Still need saving?"
She put her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet. "Every girl needs a white knight, or in this case, their own personal action figure." She pulled the small toy out of her backpack "I am Prometheus. See me flame!" she taunted. She had been waiting all day to say that.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. It's part of some public, good will program. I had no part in picking out the costume colors," he rolled his eyes, and pulled her closer. "Let's go. We'll pick up your car in the morning."
"You don't think you can give it a little zap, and get it to start?" she said, holding on to his belt loop.
"Last time we tried that, we burnt out the electrical system. We'll just buy a new battery, and drop it in tomorrow morning." He kissed her forehead. "Let's go home. It's been a long day."
"Want to talk about it," she asked smiling up at him.
They were each others' sounding boards, support system, ear ready to listen, and each other's home base. Whatever was to come, they would face it together.
Neither of them were running anymore.
I know this has been a long time promised, but it was so hard to finish and say goodbye. Thank you for all of the reviews over the years, and let me know what you think of this last chapter.