TSFS: The Return Of Xavier

Jackson?

Bianca

"Jackson?" I repeat. I stood up quickly from my chair, completely forgetting about all care in the world.

There he was. Just standing there, in front of me. In the middle of the state Ohio.

That's why Jeanette was familiar. Why did she remind me of someone. The life, the hair, the facial expressions, EVERYTHING.

His energy sent chills down my spine. He had started to grow a beard out since we last talked. Which wasn't really that long ago. Just a couple of weeks, but they have felt like months.

He blinked at me. The dishes and towels that were placed in his hands settled silently.

His outfit was totally different. He wasn't wearing all black and gray. A bullet proof vest, or a belt full of weapons. Weapons that he used at the mental hospital. The one that he kidnapped me to, the one that I fell in love with him in.

"Bianca?" he finally says. The warm look in his eyes razzling off the sun outside, that was now setting.

A balloon popped in my head, as Jackson hurried to set the racks of wet dishes and towels down, running over to me.

He engulfed me in a tight hug. A hug that I could never forget, go unnoticed. His body was a lot warmer and not as hard as I used to think. Probably because every time I hugged him, or embraced him, he was wearing a bulletproof vest.

But the hug was still amazing, passionate. The type of hug that made all time stop in the world. I dug my head into the crook of his head, breathing in and out of his strong scent, pine. The scent that I never knew I could be homesick of. The scent that I missed so deeply much, I craved for it every night.

I stood there, not wasting any time, any second on the clock intertwined my weight onto his, taking him all at once, not regretting it. His strong hands gripped around my neck. The way he used to back in the mental hospital. The way he exchanged his hug was so specific. Muscle memory was important. It was one of those hugs that only he could pull off.

He was the only one that made me feel this way. Not Drew, no one.

It seemed in this moment of time, my troubles, worries, all melted away in thin air, dissolved in one sitting. All my concerns, backing outs, anything I no one need the answer to, were already solved.

It was worth it was all I could say.

The two day car ride. Being cramped in one sit. Living off of gas station food, no showers. The constant fear of maybe we were going on a road to nowhere. Eli and I were wasting our time, we'd never find him.

But I did. He was sitting in my arms. Where I liked it.

"I knew you'd never give up on me." He whispers into my ear. His raspy voice stinging into my ear drums permanently.

I laugh. A mixture of a sigh of relief, and how awkward he could be with warm welcomings. "I could never forget about someone like you." I stutter out. He really did make me fall head over heels for him, even making me mute and not able to speak properly.

"Same for you,"

Suddenly the door opens, Jeanette walking back in with a photograph of Joyce in her head. "Oh--did I interrupt something?" She asks softly, innocently covering her eyes with the photograph.

I could feel the vibrations of Jackson's laugh buzz into my ear, as he slowly pulls away from me to explain the situation. "Mom. How could you not know, this is Bianca."

I was suddenly tired, feeling the urge to pass out. After finding Jackson, my purpose in this world is over.

Jeanette laughs foolishly. "Oh! I'm so silly, how could I not have noticed. Dang, the world is really small, isn't it?" I slowly nod. "Bianca. I've heard so much about you!" She says, reaching her hand out, washing out any first impressions the two of us had earlier today. It's like we had never talked for hours, and she saved me from a near death experience, at least I thought.

Jackson's face seemed to flush pink, like he was nervous. A side I never saw of him. Jackson showed a couple of normal emotions except for being over protective over me, stabbing me in the stomach, and also kidnapping me. Trying to explain how I was in love with this man makes me sound crazy.

What if I was?

"Oh, really?" I smile, forcing my hand to reach out. "That is very interesting." I glanced at Jackson, who was now red as a tomato. I managed to not laugh. "It is. Jackson came to visit the family during Christmas. The night he arrived, he seemed so bothered, like he was forgetting something. As a mother, I was deeply concerned and asked him what was wrong, and he just told me everything. The life on this one, pssh, the more you know." She laughs.

Like I said, it seemed like Jackson's mother--Jeanette seemed to take everything like a joke. Not that it was a bad thing. I manage a smile. "Yes, some interesting things have gone done the past year, that's for sure." I confess.

She nods her head in agreement, before clapping her hands together. "I'm sure some coffee won't be needed. Everyone looks like they're about to pass out. How about you guys catch up, while I take care of the dishes?" Jeanette offers, lending to grab the rack of dishes that Jackson was originally holding.

Before Jackson could intrude, Jeanette was gone in a flash, leaving just the two of us, alone, in a coffee shop, in the late evening of Ohio. Jeanette was right, what an interesting life I live.

Jackson turns to me, looking at the very noticeable eye bags under my eyes. "Do you wanna just go home?"

I stare at him, not able to process the words that were coming out of his mouth properly. "Like Indiana home? Or my hotel room a couple blocks down home." I try to say in a joking tone, though it comes out rather demanding and annoyed. Jackson didn't seem to mind as he just smirked and said, "hotel room home as I don't think I'll be able to super speed all the way back to Indiana. Even though I'm not allowed there."

I manage to force a small smile back at him. "Hotel room it is." Jackson and I walked out of the coffee shop. It was dark outside. The only source of light there was the bright street signs that were bright enough to light up a whole neighborhood.

Jackson unlocked the doors to his black jeep. Opening the door for me, that I carelessly hopped into. I sunk into the leather seats tiredly, not having enough energy to even put on my seatbelt.

Just like that, the two of us rode off into the night, in his black jeep that I oh so deeply missed.