I nearly made it to true drabble length of 100 words...

Disclaimer: If I owned these characters there would be no need of fanfiction.

Higher

No matter what I do, no matter how much I achieve, no matter what obstacle I propel us over; always she asks with a light dancing in her eyes and a smile on her lips while looking only at me…

"Can you take me higher? Higher, Jule."

A demand so sweet how can I not obey? It seems irrelevant that I am exhausted, worn thin by my constant attempts to keep her ensconced by gossamer clouds. It does not matter because she truly doesn't see any of that. She doesn't see me, not really. She only sees where I can take her. And I am the only one who can take her there.

I have no choice, my answer requires no reflection. It never does.

I gather her in my arms…

…and jump.