Once and for All- Part Three Of The Conclusion To The United Series

Chapter Eight

Jason's POV:

"Try to get more visions." Max tells me and I'm pretty shocked at her words. Can I actually do that? Control my new legacy enough to be able to see as many possible future visions as I want?

"Can I really do that?" I ask Max and she nods her head.

"Ella can do it, and I'm pretty sure the others can, too." Max replies and after noticing how tired and drained she was, I'm also able to hear the weariness in her voice. If I was there with her right now, I'd straight-up knock her out to make her go to sleep. I really need to have a serious conversation about all of this with Finn.

"I'll try, but I need you to try to go to sleep and eat, Max. Please." I beg her, trying to make my eyes as big and pleading as possible. Everyone knows that Max can't resist puppy-dog eyes when it's from her family or friends. She rolls her eyes at me and chuckles.

"Okay, I will."

"Promise?" I ask, slightly pouting now. She smiles at my childishness- this time it's not forced- and nods her head.

"I promise." She replies. I smile back at her and we say our final goodbyes before I walk out of the room, calling for Leo and pushing him back into the room to talk to Max again. But not for very long. She has to go to sleep. That poor little girl who I now adopt as my one-year-younger daughter. It sounds weird, I know, but we're surrounded by Greek and Roman mythology. Everything is weird. Everything.

I casually walk to the room I slept in before, silently praying that no one else is in there, and I'm not disappointed when I walk in. No, I'm not alone, but who better to be alone with me in a freaking bedroom right after we cuddled the other night than Ivanick Freaking Shu-Ra?

"Ivan, uh...hi." I call to him once I step inside the room, because I'm just awkward like that. He turns around to face me and smiles warmly.

"Hi Jason. You feeling better?" He asks me, glancing down at the floor where we slept next to each other. Right. Next. To. Each. Other. Where Ivan had to calm me down and comforted me two times before he just randomly decided to spoon me.

Life is great, isn't it? I mean, I just love it when hot guys make me question my sexuality, flirt with me, kiss me on the cheek, then COME OUT AS BISEXUAL AND SAYS HE HAS A CRUSH ON A GUY BUT NOT TELL ME WHO IT IS AND MAKE ME WONDER IF I'D EVER LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND FOR HIM AFTER WILLINGLY COMFORTING AND CUDDLING WITH ME AND I FIND OUT HE'S ACTUALLY A HUGE SWEETHEART WHO WOULD LITERALLY DO ANYTHING FOR ME, CAUSING ME TO WONDER EVEN MORE.

And yes, I said it. I called Ivan hot. I mean, someone had to do it eventually.

"I'm fine. Thank you." I reply and Ivan smiles warmly at me again. My heart skips a beat and I can feel my breath catch in my throat. Ivan walks up to me and places his hand on my shoulder and leans in closer to me, his lips inches away from my forehead, but he freezes.

"You're...You're okay with this, right? I'll stop if you're not comfortable with it." Ivan tells me, his eyes flickering from my eyes to my head over and over again. Gods this boy can't get any sweeter, can he?

"No, it's fine." I reply, praying that my voice isn't as high as I think it is. Ivan smiles down at me and leans in until he's softly kissing my forehead. My face heats up and that's when I realize; I've never kissed Ivan. It's always been him kissing me, but never the other way around. I mean, there have been, like, three million instances where I so badly wanted to just lean in and kiss him, like last night for example, but I completely chickened out and stopped myself. I don't want to do that now.

So I take a deep breath after Ivan pulls away from me and lean in closer to him, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. I hate to admit this, but I may have to stand on my tip-toes to reach his cheek. He's tall, okay?

When I pull away, Ivan actually looks kind of stunned, but also happy at the same time. Happy. This little-yet-super-tall nerd is happy because I gave him a kiss on his cheek. Just the thought of that makes me want to lean in and kiss him again. Cause that's what I want. I want to be with Ivan and I want him to be happy. But he shouldn't have to be waking up in the middle of the night to try to calm me down after I have a vision, or constantly worrying about me. Hypothetically, if we did start dating, would he be happy with me?

I'm snapped from my thoughts when Ivan speaks up again.

"Did you need something?" He asks me, stepping away from me and sitting down on the bed behind him.

"Oh, well, Leo just Iris-messaged Max, and I talked to her about a vision I had last night, and she said that I have this legacy where I can see possible future outcomes, so I...want to try to see more." I ramble on, unable to stop myself from stammering. Ivan chuckles at me.

"You're cute when you ramble." He tells me and my cheeks heat up all over again. "So a legacy, huh? Precognition I'm guessing?" I nod my head and Ivan looks down at the bed he's sitting on.

"And that vision...I'm guessing that's what got you so...wired up last night?" Ivan asks and I nod my head again. He purses his lips and thinks for a moment.

"What if you start hyperventilating again? When you're trying to get another vision?"

Oh schist. I didn't think of that.

"Um, well, I didn't exactly...think this through." I reply, scratching the back of my neck nervously. Thank the gods for Ivanick Shu-Ra. He thinks for a few more seconds before speaking up again.

"I can watch over you."

"Wh-What?" I stutter. Ivan chuckles at me again and stands up, facing me.

"I can watch over you." He repeats. "So if you start freaking out again, I can help you."

"So, what you're saying is...you're going to watch me sleep just in case I wake up and start freaking out?" I guess. Ivan shrugs his shoulders.

"Basically." He replies. I roll my eyes at him until I realize that it's probably for the best. If I do wake up and actually start hyperventilating again and Ivan isn't there to help me, I'm just going to have to try to stop myself, and I honestly don't think I can do that with how scared I was before.

I sigh and look back up at Ivan and he seems completely calm, like this is a totally normal thing. Well, then again, he did spoon me last night, so I guess just merely staying in the same room I'm in while I'm sleeping isn't that weird.

"Okay, fine. As long as you promise to not be a creep and just stare at me the whole time." I tease and Ivan smiles at me.

"No promises." He replies and I smile to myself as I climb into the bed.

"You want a tuck in?"

"Shut up, Ivan."

He chuckles and is quiet for a few more moments after I've layed down and closed my eyes until I feel his warm lips on my cheek again.

"Good luck." He whispers to me and I can already feel myself slipping into a deep sleep.