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The Talk, Part 1

Posted on Sun Jan 13th, 2019 @ 5:19am by Freshman Bethany Davies & Civilian Jonathon Harrison

Mission: Every Day - February 2012
Location: Jon’s Quarters, Townsend Tower
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 13 February 2012




By the time that Jon woke up, after a visit to the medical wing, the room had been cleaned of debris, his clothing was washed and put away, and he had been washed, his face shaved, and his hair neatly combed. Even his bed clothes were clean, even if the hole in the wall was still there as a glaring reminder of the night before. The smell of coffee and food filled the air, rather than the funk of alcohol and an unwashed body. Bethany opened the curtains before carrying a tray over to the bed and setting it on the side table.

“Time to wake up, Jon,” she said softly, but insistently. “You need to eat something.”

Jon blinked at the sudden influx of light and gave a groan. Several decidedly un-PC phrases came from his mouth as he buried his face in his pillow. “Mother fucker, Bethany!” he groaned in agony.

Bethany blinked a few times, then chuckled. She really had no pity for a man with a hangover, she found. Even the one that she loved more than life itself. “Groan and cuss all you want,” she said, picking up a bottle with aspirin and a glass of water from the tray. “Come on. Doctor’s orders. You need to rehydrate. The aspirin is just a kindness.”

Jon’s hand flopped out, finding the aspirin and downing it and the water. “Kill me now…” he muttered. He didn’t know which was worse, the throbbing in his head or the burning in his missing leg. “Where are my pills?” He gritted his teeth. No! He didn’t want to be an addict again!

“Once you get some food in your stomach, and we have our talk, I’ll give you your pain pills,” Bethany said, sitting on the bed next to him. She was nervous and shaky about the whole thing. So much so that she hadn’t slept all night. The light was the first that she was getting since arriving back at the Tower, and her skin sparkled in the sunlight that was filtering in through the windows. “I’ll keep a hold on them, though. You kind of did a major backslide, and I’d rather not see that happen again.”

“I hate you…” Jon growled. He was a mean drunk, but apparently not much better with a hangover before his coffee. “We’ll see if I can keep food down.” He looked around. “Who cleaned the bloody room? We got any whiskey left for the coffee? A little hair of the dog…” He sipped the hot coffee carefully as he leaned back against the headboard.

The green-eyed brawler arched an eyebrow and shook her head. “Not a drop. I cleaned up and tossed it all. And I even managed to groom you in your sleep. That’s how out of it you were. And luckily for you, I know how to feed a hungover drunk,” she said, her own tone a bit cold with the crass treatment that she was receiving. “Broth and toast, with a touch of butter to make it a bit more palatable.”

“Hrm,” Jon said. He knew she was likely right. “Not a proper Full English?” he asked, taking the tray. He noticed his leg was off, as well, settled right within reach with his cane. “You didn’t sleep, luv?” he asked, the coffee seeming to settle him more as he bit into the toast.

Bethany laughed softly. “Well, last night was not exactly a normal night,” she said, giving him a shrug. “And a full breakfast would just see you puking it all up before you got it all down. Trust me, I’ve seen it at least a thousand times.”

“Luv, the Full English was designed for the morning after a bender,” Jon said with a smile. “And tea.” He sipped the coffee, but then put it aside. “Are you alright, though?” he asked. “Last night is...sketchy,” he admitted. “When did you get back? Wot happened?”

“I figured that you wouldn’t remember much,” Bethany said with a soft, sad smile. “A lot happened last night, actually. Some good, some bad.” The young woman sighed and looked Jon in the eyes. “Cecily came and got me at the ranch. She told me that you started drinking again. You hurt her, I saw the bruises. So I came back to stop you. You flung a beer bottle at me, called me all kinds of nasty things. I threw a knife at you and told you to kill me and get it over with.” She reached up and absently fingered her neck. “Anyway... we umm...”

Bethany cleared her throat and turned about ten shades of red as she admitted the next. “We had sex. Cecily wound up walking in on us. I ended up in a fight with Xander.” She cleared her throat again and looked down at the bed next to Jon. “So, yeah. Not a normal night.”

Jon’s spoon hit the tray with a clatter. “…” He stared at Bethany. “You’re pulling my leg,” he said. “We didn’t...I wouldn’t….We couldn’t have, because… You’re only…”

“Yeah, I know, Jon. I’m just a kid, right?” Bethany said with a sigh. She shook her head. “It’s true. You were...dark...cruel. was still you, and I didn’t want to say no. I would have gladly given myself to you since that night at Morty’s. I almost wish I hadn’t stopped you then.” She looked Jon in the eyes, tears standing in her own. “I gave you my virginity last night. I wouldn’t joke about something like that. I’d hope you know me better than that.”

Jon put the tray aside. “Oh, God, Bethany. I...I am so sorry. When I drink...well, this is why I don’t drink,” he told her, his voice choked. “I would never want to hurt you like that…”

“I don’t want you to apologize for that, Jon,” Bethany said, laughing a bit darkly, standing and moving to the window. “I wanted what happened. Not that I expected it, but I’m not complaining about that.”

Jon frowned. “But did I know that?” he asked. “It sounds like I…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it and looked away.

Bethany shook her head and turned around, eyeing Jon. “Don’t you dare think that. I begged you not to stop.”

Jon still looked uncomfortable. “I still feel like a...dirty old man,” he murmured. “That shouldn’t have been what your first time was like, Bethany, violent and...and forced, and...not remembered.”

“You didn’t force me into anything,” Bethany said, going back to the bed and sitting down next to Jon. “Yes, we were both angry. Yes, it was painful, but...” the young woman paused and smiled at him, reaching up to gently caress his face, turning his head so that she could look into his eyes. “It was amazing, as well. That part of you is still you. You were angry and said mean things. I’ve never been called jailbait quite so many times in my life. But you also told me that you love me and that you don’t want to live without me. I revelled in being with you, whether you want to believe that or not.”

Jon winced. He turned and kissed the palm of her hand that cupped his face. “I am sorry,” he said. “I would have wanted to be gentle, to teach you. And...I do love you. I think you know that.” He buried his face in his hand. “Oh, God. Cece!”

Bethany winced over that, blushing furiously with the memory and guilt of it all. “She walked in after we finished, but we were heading towards another round when she did. It wasn’t a pretty scene. Xander came in and saw us, and tried to hit you. I took the blow and, well...” She motioned towards the Bethany-sized hole in the wall. “We got into a fight, I earned a few cracked ribs. Both of us got cut up when you tackled me to stop me from turning him into ash.” The young woman sighed, then said, “Cece is the only thing that I feel guilty about.”

“Sounds like I deserved it,” Jon said. “I need to talk to them…”

“Xander is the one that about put me through the wall. That blow wasn’t a normal punch, Jon. I’m not sure he’d be willing to listen to you right now,” Bethany said, then shrugged. “But I won’t stop you. Look, I know you don’t remember anything that happened. But I told you that I wanted to have this talk with you when you sobered up for a reason. If you still want to try to work it out with her...” the girl paused, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before she continued, “I understand. And I’ll walk away again, just so I’m not around to remind you both of our...mistake.”

That pained her to even say it, and Bethany stood up, returning to the window, looking out at the city below so that Jon couldn’t see the tears in her eyes. “Just let me know what you want, Jon. I know that I love you with everything that’s in me, but I don’t even know if your love for me is real, or just some byproduct of this soul bond. So I’m not going to try to stand in your way if you still want to be with her.”

Jon looked down. He stared at the stump of his leg. Then he reached over and picked up the cybernetic one, attaching it, flexing and testing it before limping up behind Bethany. He turned her back toward him and slipped his arms around her, staring down into her eyes.

“I think we both knew this was inevitable since the first time I kissed you at Morty’s party,” Jon murmured. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her hungrily, their soul bond flaring.

The tears that Bethany had been fighting rolled down her face and her arms went around Jon’s neck. Her fingers slid into the hair that she had so neatly styled as she returned that kiss, her heart leaping for joy at feeling his strong arms around her, his body, so warm, against her, his lips pressed to hers. After a few long moments, she pulled back ever so slightly and whispered against his lips, “I love you, Jon. Deeply. And I’ll never let you go.”

Jon just smiled and kissed her again, his hand sliding under her shirt and along the hard, toned muscles of her abdomen.

Bethany moaned softly, her stomach twitching with Jon’s touch. The sensations of the night before flooded her mind and her lips parted for him, her tongue seeking his eagerly. Her hands ran down his bare chest, shakily, almost nervously, then around his waist, her nails lightly dragging across his skin. All thoughts of talk rapidly evaporated as she searched his strong body. They could talk later.




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