Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 30- Farewell

A/N: Mkay this one's a tearjerker....

In the morning, the sun wakes me up again, light flooding into my eyes earlier than I might have preferred. I can feel Jordan's bare skin against my back, and I shut my eyes again, just for a moment. Memories of last night come flashing through my mind, and I can't help but smile a bit. He was so gentle and perfect. I couldn't have asked for anything more. Something feels different now. I feel like I can finally be an adult. Like I'm ready to take on the world and whatever it might throw at me. A lot more good than I might have expected came out of this. I'm not being held back by my fears anymore. I pull the covers up over my shoulders a bit, sighing. I feel Jordan stir beside me, and I shift to face him, admiring him for a moment. What I said last night was entirely true. He is perfect. I see him smile, eyes still shut, and my expression mirrors his. We press our foreheads together, like we do so often. It's comforting to me by now. "Morning Superman." I whisper, and his eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light that shines on my back. His face radiates a feeling of pure bliss. "Hey beautiful." He mumbles back, morning voice gruff. He brushes his fingers lightly along my shoulder. I giggle a bit, which isn't normal for me to do. "That was really cheesy." I say, grinning. He laughs, smiling widely "Guilty as charged." I press my lips to his gently. I can feel him smile again, and I don't think it's possible for my heart to feel any lighter than it does right now. I might as well enjoy it. It's a rare occasion. Still I pull back, rolling out of bed nimbly. He laughs, sitting up a bit. I pull on my robe quickly and brush my hair back, without even really thinking about it. His eyes follow me, a slight smile on his face. I walk back over to him lightly, leaning a hand on the wall to kiss him again. As I pull back, neither of us can seem to stop smiling. "You're confident." He states, seeming proud. Of himself, or of me, I'm not sure. "Thanks to you." I say, smiling a bit, and walking away, into the bathroom.

I wait for him to shower after I'm done, sitting in the living room and staring out of the window wall. I pull my feet up onto the couch, leaning my head on my knees. My min starts to drift again, as much as I wish it wouldn't. Away from last night. To a much more difficult topic. I know Percy will be better off living with my distant Aunt if I die. It's not even so much the fact that I don't think Jordan would take care of him, as it is the idea that it isn't fair. I can't ask him to raise a child that has no relation to him whatsoever. And leaving a piece of me behind...It would be downright cruel. I know I wouldn't want to be reminded day in and day out of what I'd lost. It would be so painful. And I cannot do that to him. The thought brings a lump of sadness to my throat, threatening to choke me. I'm still not sure how I've been so casual about this. I'm just preparing for my death, like it's a factual event that holds no relevance to me. It's depressing, and a little appalling. I haven't given a second thought to how I could avoid this. But there is no point in lingering on that. The police are already after them. And they aren't doing anything useful. It's not like Jordan and I can take down an entire terrorist organization on our own. So what else can I do but prepare myself? I've always been accepting of death. To the point where I've almost inflicted it upon myself. I've always thought of it as inevitable, no matter when it happened. It just so worked out that it might be a whole lot sooner that I thought. As sad as it's going to be; as crushing as it is for me to leave behind Jordan and Percy, I know it's going to happen. And, in my mind, there is no difference between if it happens now or when I'm 90. There are some things that each of us are sure of. And for me, I'm sure that these people are coming for me. I'm sure that they're going to take me away from Jordan. And there's a very high chance I won't escape alive. So it's just a matter of time.

Jordan jostles me from my thought, sitting on the couch in front of me, blocking the light from the window. I blink a few times, surprised to find tears in my eyes. His forehead wrinkles in concern. "Ali." He whispers, seeming upset that I'm upset, as it's always been between us. When one hurts, so does the other. I know he's aware of exactly what's bothering me. It's not knowing; always waiting, that's the hard part. I lean forward, pulling him into a close hug. I can feel myself shaking in his arms, letting my tears fall on his shirt. I can feel him shaking as well, however slightly. "I'm scared Jordan." I whisper, admitting it to myself more than anything. "Me too." He responds, clutching me like a lifeline. I am so scared. Never have I let myself consider what they might do to me. Torture me? Rape me? Death almost seems like the least of my problems. All of that, and I'll be alone. Knowing that Jordan is broken and alone too. That's almost the worst punishment. There's no telling if I'll be able to recover from all of that, even if I were to get out alive. It's horrifying. Still, as much as I suffer, I know he's probably suffering more. At least I have an idea of what's coming for me. For me, it ends here. But for him? He has the rest of his life to wonder. What could have been. What happened to me. If he could have done better. I know that if our positions were reversed, I'd find it pretty hard to keep going. We are each other's everything, and of that, I am certain.

"No matter what happens, Ali, I will love you. And I will try to save you. I will try to save you with every last bit of life that I have." He says voice shaking, yet growing determined. I can't stand to let go of him, so I don't. "I can't ask you to do that." I whisper, holding back sobs. He shakes his head, and I could swear that tears roll onto my back. "I'm not asking you if I should. I'm telling you that I will." I hold him so tightly it almost hurts. Only a few months we've been together in real life. But I've known him for so much longer. He stood by me for 7 months, and even before that, he saved me. He healed me more than I ever thought was possible. My fingers wrap around his shirt desperately. I let out my crying, my heart breaking. I don't want to go. I love him. God I love him. I don't want to leave him. But that's not my choice anymore. I'll be forced to. I hear him crying as well, although a bit more silently. This is our goodbye. Whenever I may go, I'll at least have this. I'll have told him and showed him how much he means to me. I'll have heard his voice telling me the same. I'll at least have closure before I go. "I love you. So much." I get out, my tears clouding my eyes.

He finally forces us apart, to look me in the eyes, hands on my shoulders. "I will fight for you Ali. I will find you, even if it kills me." He says, almost growling in his resolve. I take a deep breath, trying to control myself, though it is hard. I reach up and wipe some of the tears off of his face gently, trying to memorize every inch of him. Etch it into my memory without a shadow of doubt. He chuckles slightly, looking down. I know I can't change his mind. He seems to be attempting the same feat as me, locking eyes. He brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear. I think we both know our time is ending. Just a feeling, deep in my stomach. I don't think I'll be spending another night with him. And it breaks my heart.

A/N: *sobbing quietly* WHY DO I HAVE TO WRITE THIS!!?!?!?! Gosh...anyways, slap dat vote button and drop a comment if you enjoyed! Next time I will shatter your souls! (and mine)

-Argo