LOG; i'm going to kiss you now; MONTY/JESS
Shortly after Dwayne and Monty's Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny, took a couple days to get done because we're busy people lol.
Jess
Monty
Monty was on a mission, he would fill Dwayne's last request if it was the last thing he did. Sydney was safe but the other Seals could still be in danger if Michele was able to follow through with the explosives. After leaving the backyard Monty rushed into the house and made his way to the basement.
ohmygod, I just killed him.
Jess dropped to her knees next to the body and checked for a pulse, even though she was sure it was pretty pointless now - but what the hell else was she supposed to do? He'd showed up, and they'd fought, and she'd killed him, and - and my sister liked him, what the hell am I supposed to say to her?
She took a deep breath. Us or them. Us or everyone. Had to do it.
Monty practically knocked the door off it's hinges in his dash but got to the stairs and heard silence. Was Michele already gone and the explosives set? He didn't know how to diffuse a bomb. Something about it always being the red wire or the blue wire but Monty didn't want to press his luck. From the middle of the stairs he could see a body but who could identify them, he silently hoped it wasn't a Seal.
Somewhat belatedly, Jess realized that in about two seconds she wasn't going to be alone anymore, and she had no idea who was coming down there. And if one got in --
She fumbled around for something, anything that she could use - oh, look, Michele had a gun. That'd do nicely - bet he didn't shoot me because he's friends with Jen shit what am I going to tell her --
She brought the gun up and aimed at the stairs. If they'd just get a little closer so she could see who it was...
It would probably be easier to see him if he were visible, yes? He took a few more steps and stopped at the base of the stairs before seeing Jess. Relieved, he immedately went visible, ignoring the fact that what he'd just done would possibly scare the living daylights out of her.
"Thank god you're o--"
One second there was nobody, the next section there was somebody, and before she'd really taken the time to figure out exactly who was standing there, she'd already pulled the trigger.
As soon as she did so, however, her brain finally caught up, and she realized that the voice was - "Monty?"
...
...
...
Did she just shoot at him?
"Did you just shoot at me?"
She lowered the gun slowly. "I - sorry, I - I guess I panicked?"
Great job, Jess. A++.
"You didn't even hit me. Was I that bad a trainer?"
Really, that gunshot should have left him a little more shaken but after what had just happened with Dwayne, it seemed like nothing could phase him. He looked to the floor and looked at the body for a long while.
"You...?"
She glanced at the body, then her gaze dropped to the floor. "Yeah."
"Huh."
So much for taking care of Dwayne's request. Monty's voice softened a little as he moved to sit next to her, "Thank you."
"...I didn't really want to." She set the gun down on the floor, her shoulders slumping. "But...them or us, right?"
He sighed, thinking back to the limp body in the backyard, "Them or us."
"Dwayne asked me to take care of Michele for him, I told him I would." He looked at Jess, "You did what you had to do. That's all. You did the right thing." He wasn't sure if he wasn't saying that for her sake or his own.
"...yeah, I guess so." Her head dropped onto his shoulder for a moment, and she closed her eyes - goddammit she was tired, why did this crap have to happen in the middle of a perfectly good REM cycle?
And then what he'd just said sunk in on her, and she lifted her head again and looked at him. "Wait...Dwayne...does that mean you just...?"
He nodded and spoke quietly, "It's done."
That should have been a relief, right? They were safe, the city would be okay. Why did he still feel so damn guilty?
"...oh."
So...that was it.
It didn't feel like it was all over.
He was quiet for a long time. What else was there to say? Congratulations, you just saved the world? Sydney would be none the wiser to what happened tonight, they were all invisible heroes.
After a few minutes, Monty broke the silence. "-- I'm sorry. Should I have stretched things out? I didn't know what to do."
"No, I - I don't know. Just...didn't really think it was going to end like this, of all the ways it could've gone, you know? I thought - " She shook her head. Then again, half a year ago I didn't think my brother could possibly die anytime soon. I didn't think I could blow up household appliances.
I didn't think I could kill somebody.
He nodded and tried to lighten the mood, he was still trying to figure out how that sense of humor was supposed to work. "I was hoping for it to go out with a bang. Top of the Opera House, boomerangs flying everywhere and somehow we're all jumping forty feet in the air and running across power cables. This seemed a little anti-climactic."
She half-smiled. "I figured that's how it would have gone. Guess I read too many comic books. Set the bar kinda high." She leaned her head on his shoulder again, half-thinking that maybe she shouldn't, I mean what if he minded, and half-thinking that goddammit, she was tired and she'd killed somebody and she didn't care if he minded or not.
Monty instinctively wrapped an arm around her, he was thankful to have sat with his good arm on her side. "We can only blame the media. Not everything has to end with explosions and the hero getting the girl. Things like that don't happen in the real world."
"But I like those endings," she murmured, not really even noticing that she'd just scooted two inches closer. "Nobody feels cheated, you know?"
Pause pause pause.
"-- Hey, Jess?"
"...yeah?"
This would possibly be the most awkward thing Monty would ever say in his life. Jason, if you're up there. Please, don't kill me.
"-- I'm going to kiss you now."
Dot dot dot.
"-- okay."
Man, it was three in the morning. Fuck eloquence.
The arm that had been wrapped around her pulled her close as Monty leaned in, he hesitated for a moment (possibly waiting for Jason to smite him directly from heaven) before letting his lips meet hers.
He was trying hard to ignore the fact that she was six years younger than him. But damn it, he'd just saved Sydney from impending doom, he fucking deserved this.
It wasn't like Jess had never been kissed before or anything, but being caught by surprise by Adam Thompson on the playground in third grade couldn't exactly compare to this.
Also, she was fairly sure she wasn't going to be kicking Monty in the shins when they finally came up for air.
Whenever that was. She didn't mind waiting to find out.
It had been a while since he'd done anything like this. If by 'while' he meant seven years.
He pulled back enough to look at her, "You aren't planning on maiming me or running away screaming, are you?"
She blushed. "No, why the hell would I do that?"
"I was simply checking." He leaned in and kissed her again, his hand moving up to tangle itself in her hair.
Monty would be going to a very special hell.
She leaned in closer, her arms slipping around his neck. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was quite sure her parents would have a fit if they knew.
Good thing they didn't know, then!
A very special hell, one reserved for child molesters and people who talk at the theatre. And he really hated people who talked at the theatre.
"I'm glad you're alive," he mumbled against her lips.
"I'm glad you're alive." And not just because if he was dead, the city was fucked.
...in fact, not even mostly because if he was dead, the city was fucked, it occured to her.
Jess
Monty
Monty was on a mission, he would fill Dwayne's last request if it was the last thing he did. Sydney was safe but the other Seals could still be in danger if Michele was able to follow through with the explosives. After leaving the backyard Monty rushed into the house and made his way to the basement.
ohmygod, I just killed him.
Jess dropped to her knees next to the body and checked for a pulse, even though she was sure it was pretty pointless now - but what the hell else was she supposed to do? He'd showed up, and they'd fought, and she'd killed him, and - and my sister liked him, what the hell am I supposed to say to her?
She took a deep breath. Us or them. Us or everyone. Had to do it.
Monty practically knocked the door off it's hinges in his dash but got to the stairs and heard silence. Was Michele already gone and the explosives set? He didn't know how to diffuse a bomb. Something about it always being the red wire or the blue wire but Monty didn't want to press his luck. From the middle of the stairs he could see a body but who could identify them, he silently hoped it wasn't a Seal.
Somewhat belatedly, Jess realized that in about two seconds she wasn't going to be alone anymore, and she had no idea who was coming down there. And if one got in --
She fumbled around for something, anything that she could use - oh, look, Michele had a gun. That'd do nicely - bet he didn't shoot me because he's friends with Jen shit what am I going to tell her --
She brought the gun up and aimed at the stairs. If they'd just get a little closer so she could see who it was...
It would probably be easier to see him if he were visible, yes? He took a few more steps and stopped at the base of the stairs before seeing Jess. Relieved, he immedately went visible, ignoring the fact that what he'd just done would possibly scare the living daylights out of her.
"Thank god you're o--"
One second there was nobody, the next section there was somebody, and before she'd really taken the time to figure out exactly who was standing there, she'd already pulled the trigger.
As soon as she did so, however, her brain finally caught up, and she realized that the voice was - "Monty?"
...
...
...
Did she just shoot at him?
"Did you just shoot at me?"
She lowered the gun slowly. "I - sorry, I - I guess I panicked?"
Great job, Jess. A++.
"You didn't even hit me. Was I that bad a trainer?"
Really, that gunshot should have left him a little more shaken but after what had just happened with Dwayne, it seemed like nothing could phase him. He looked to the floor and looked at the body for a long while.
"You...?"
She glanced at the body, then her gaze dropped to the floor. "Yeah."
"Huh."
So much for taking care of Dwayne's request. Monty's voice softened a little as he moved to sit next to her, "Thank you."
"...I didn't really want to." She set the gun down on the floor, her shoulders slumping. "But...them or us, right?"
He sighed, thinking back to the limp body in the backyard, "Them or us."
"Dwayne asked me to take care of Michele for him, I told him I would." He looked at Jess, "You did what you had to do. That's all. You did the right thing." He wasn't sure if he wasn't saying that for her sake or his own.
"...yeah, I guess so." Her head dropped onto his shoulder for a moment, and she closed her eyes - goddammit she was tired, why did this crap have to happen in the middle of a perfectly good REM cycle?
And then what he'd just said sunk in on her, and she lifted her head again and looked at him. "Wait...Dwayne...does that mean you just...?"
He nodded and spoke quietly, "It's done."
That should have been a relief, right? They were safe, the city would be okay. Why did he still feel so damn guilty?
"...oh."
So...that was it.
It didn't feel like it was all over.
He was quiet for a long time. What else was there to say? Congratulations, you just saved the world? Sydney would be none the wiser to what happened tonight, they were all invisible heroes.
After a few minutes, Monty broke the silence. "-- I'm sorry. Should I have stretched things out? I didn't know what to do."
"No, I - I don't know. Just...didn't really think it was going to end like this, of all the ways it could've gone, you know? I thought - " She shook her head. Then again, half a year ago I didn't think my brother could possibly die anytime soon. I didn't think I could blow up household appliances.
I didn't think I could kill somebody.
He nodded and tried to lighten the mood, he was still trying to figure out how that sense of humor was supposed to work. "I was hoping for it to go out with a bang. Top of the Opera House, boomerangs flying everywhere and somehow we're all jumping forty feet in the air and running across power cables. This seemed a little anti-climactic."
She half-smiled. "I figured that's how it would have gone. Guess I read too many comic books. Set the bar kinda high." She leaned her head on his shoulder again, half-thinking that maybe she shouldn't, I mean what if he minded, and half-thinking that goddammit, she was tired and she'd killed somebody and she didn't care if he minded or not.
Monty instinctively wrapped an arm around her, he was thankful to have sat with his good arm on her side. "We can only blame the media. Not everything has to end with explosions and the hero getting the girl. Things like that don't happen in the real world."
"But I like those endings," she murmured, not really even noticing that she'd just scooted two inches closer. "Nobody feels cheated, you know?"
Pause pause pause.
"-- Hey, Jess?"
"...yeah?"
This would possibly be the most awkward thing Monty would ever say in his life. Jason, if you're up there. Please, don't kill me.
"-- I'm going to kiss you now."
Dot dot dot.
"-- okay."
Man, it was three in the morning. Fuck eloquence.
The arm that had been wrapped around her pulled her close as Monty leaned in, he hesitated for a moment (possibly waiting for Jason to smite him directly from heaven) before letting his lips meet hers.
He was trying hard to ignore the fact that she was six years younger than him. But damn it, he'd just saved Sydney from impending doom, he fucking deserved this.
It wasn't like Jess had never been kissed before or anything, but being caught by surprise by Adam Thompson on the playground in third grade couldn't exactly compare to this.
Also, she was fairly sure she wasn't going to be kicking Monty in the shins when they finally came up for air.
Whenever that was. She didn't mind waiting to find out.
It had been a while since he'd done anything like this. If by 'while' he meant seven years.
He pulled back enough to look at her, "You aren't planning on maiming me or running away screaming, are you?"
She blushed. "No, why the hell would I do that?"
"I was simply checking." He leaned in and kissed her again, his hand moving up to tangle itself in her hair.
Monty would be going to a very special hell.
She leaned in closer, her arms slipping around his neck. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was quite sure her parents would have a fit if they knew.
Good thing they didn't know, then!
A very special hell, one reserved for child molesters and people who talk at the theatre. And he really hated people who talked at the theatre.
"I'm glad you're alive," he mumbled against her lips.
"I'm glad you're alive." And not just because if he was dead, the city was fucked.
...in fact, not even mostly because if he was dead, the city was fucked, it occured to her.