| "Unanswered Questions" A short story based on the WB TV Series "Tarzan" This story is based on the television show aired on the WB every Sunday, with scenes that I came up with and wrote by myself. *** Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. The characters, story, series, music, or part of the idea. I'm not selling, or making any kind of profit off of this story I've written. No infringement is intended. I am just writing this because Tarzan is my favorite show and I came up with a good idea for a short story/fan fic. This is solely for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others. Want it?: You can have it.. but I'd appreicate it if you'd email me before ya take it anywhere. I did write it, afterall. (KTAngel07@hotmail.com). *** On a rooftop in New York City, sat John Clayton, peering down into Jane’s open window. Debating whether or not he should go in or not. But how he missed her. Her scent, her hair, her… just everything about her made him want to be a better person. Jumping from the roof he was on, he headed towards Jane’s window. He hadn’t seen her all day and he was hoping she was okay. Probably just working on another case, he thought. Slowly, climbing up her apartments wall, John sat his head on the window sill and peered in, looking around for any sign of Jane. But there wasn’t any, and he was beginning to feel that sad, lonely feeling he has had when he isn’t around her. “Jane?” John called out… but no one answered. Nikki wasn’t even home, it seemed and with climbing up and into Jane’s room, John stopped. Looking around some more, he searched her room. He didn’t exactly know what he was searching for, but he searched, and finally his eyes came to rest on an odd object on Jane’s dresser. It was pink, lacey and… odd shaped. Slowly, walking over to her dresser, John reached for the object and found it was soft. A sheepish kind of grin came over his mouth as he fooled around with the new “toy” in his hands. He had no idea what it was, it was obviously something of Jane’s… but what did she do with such an object? Putting it over his head, John looked in the mirror at himself and laughed a little out loud until he heard a noise and turned stiff as a board… forgetting about the object on his head. -- Fondling with the key, the weary-eyed Jane opened her door and threw her stuff on the table, it was a kind of routine she had now. Get in from work, throw stuff on table. But tonight was different. Jane didn’t go into her fridge for the original drink she always used to… she instead went to her bedroom, as if something had told her to. Opening her bedroom door, Jane yawned and slowly walked in. Stumbling to her bed she fell face first, exhausted from the all-nighter she had pulled the following day. And unaware John was in her room, Jane kicked off her shoes and began to cover herself in her blankets… until something caught her eye. With a ghastly scream, Jane threw the covers off of her and immediately went to the now John Clayton crouching at the bottom of her bed. “John! That’s my bra on your head!” she screamed as she tore it off. Setting it on her dresser, she kept her eyes away from the mirror in front. She could feel herself turning red from the top of her head down… she never expected this to happen, but she should of figured it would of. “That’ll teach me to leave my clothes lying around… what are you doing here, anyway?” “I hadn’t seen you, Jane. I got worried.” “So you decided to come into my room and “play” with my personal things!” Jane screamed… forgetting she was talking to a man that lived 18 years in the jungle. She seemed to be forgetting that a lot, lately. She just wanted him to be a normal man… a normal man she could love. “I’m sorry,” John said slowly as he made his way her windowsill. “I will leave,” he said now sliding out into the cold night air. Not realizing what had just happened, Jane rushed to the windowsill. “John! John, I’m sorry!” she yelled, “Please come back… I didn’t mean to yell at you… I just want you to be a normal man I can love…” she trailed off. “Love?” a familiar voice questioned as John appeared back on the windowsill. And with scaring Jane half to death she stumbled backward, but coming to the rescue again, John caught her before she had reached the floor. “You seem to be rescuing me a lot lately,” Jane teased as she stood herself upright. “I’m sorry I spoke to you like that,” she said with now teary eyes. Blinking, to try and hide them, Jane stared at the floor, but a tear managed to trickle down her cheek and stopped right above her lip before she felt Johns finger tip catch the tear and trace the outline of her lips. Causing her to look up, Jane met his eyes and she suddenly forgot how tired she was, what had just previously happened, or where she even was. She felt as if she and John were the only two people in that room, floating away into paradise. “Jane… “ John said as Jane smiled, Just the sound of his voice mentioning her name made her heart beat twice, which then made her look at his lips. Her eyes traced them, and Jane found herself feeling the way she did the first time she met him on the rooftop. “Jane… do you love me?” John questioned and Jane found herself in a spot she wasn’t prepared to be in. She didn’t want to say yes, even though she did love him… Michael only died a few weeks before this moment… how could she feel such feelings? Her mind came overwhelmed with thoughts, as she felt herself begin to pull away, only to make Johns hands now at her waist grip tighter. “John… I cannot answer that… I am sorry…” Jane said looking down at the floor again. She just wanted to scream out loud that she loved him… but something inside of her wouldn’t let it happen. As her mind began to trail off again, she realized she was beginning to lay her head on his shoulder. And standing there, with him, she cried. John pulled away to only let his hands find her face again, and with holding Jane’s face, he slowly leaned in and kissed away one of her tears, which then caused Jane to open her eyes and stare into Johns. The silence that had now filled the room made her stomach have that queasy feeling she got when his lips came too close to hers. But, instead of pulling away. Jane felt herself give in under the mask she had held up since the first day she met him and she met her lips to his. Jane wrapped her arms around his neck and lost her fingers in his hair. And in return John picked her up and cradled Jane in his arms, now carrying her to her bed. He laid her there; pulling away only slightly to peer into her eyes as to ask the question that Jane already knew faced them both. Should they? Shouldn’t they? Would he even know? But before they could answer any questions, the front door slammed shut and the next voice heard was Nikki’s, telling Jane she was home. “Jane… Jane where are you?” Nikki called, and before Jane could sit up she reached for John that was already sitting in her windowsill. “Don’t stay away for too long,” Jane said almost in a whisper as she felt a smile creep across her lips. And with nodding, John fell to what seemed his death, but with knowing he was safe, Jane laid back in her bed and stared at her ceiling. Cradling her face in her hands, Jane smiled and sighed. -- Walking into Jane’s room, Nikki stared at her sister. “What are you still doing up?” she asked. “Ahhh, Nikki. You always come in at the worst times,” Jane said with an innocent smile. Jane stretched and got out of bed, walking over to her sister who looked very confused. Jane put her hands on Nikki’s shoulders. “You woke me… I was having the most wonderful dream… and you ruined it!” She said with a joking laugh. “But I need to get my sleep now.” And with that, Jane hugged her sister goodnight and pushed her out of her room. Stumbling back over to her bed, Jane felt the sleepiness she had before John had showed. Slowly lifting the covers she crawled back into her bed, sighed, and covered herself. As she lay there she thought of everything that had happened… and how far it almost went. And for the first time since she met John she felt some kind of guilt and she didn’t know why. Closing her eyes, Jane played the whole scene in her head, and a couple minutes later she was fast asleep. |