| "The Fight" A short story based on the WB TV Series "Tarzan." This story is a mixture between the un-aired Pilot, with the "Belong" scene. --- Jane… a simple minded, yet hardheaded woman, usually with her life on track and in order. A woman with a decent job, a now lost love, and rules for her to follow to keep her life in the process it always had been. "Until you showed up," Jane said slowly, speaking to no one in particular. She was sitting in her windowsill, looking, thinking, and waiting even. Waiting for him? Waiting for her life to come back to the order it was in before John Clayton became her main attention? Jane turned her attention to her hair as she twirled a piece of it around her finger, still thinking of John. Her hair, oh how many times he has touched it, smelled it. Jane never felt the way she had the night he crept in. Surely, she thought he was dead. How could he of survived a blast like that? Would things od gone back to normal if he had… did she want her life to go back to normal? "John…" she slowly whispered to herself… "Yes." A voice from out of now where called out. A voice that seemed so familiar and comforting, yet no one was there. Starling Jane, she began to tumble off of the sill and onto the floor, before she felt two hands reach for her. She felt as if she were floating. Was she? No, she couldn’t possibly be… but that’s how she felt. Opening her eyes a familiar face greeted her, a smile that made her heart freeze the moment his face came into view. Her heart was pounding, a minute ago she would have been on the floor, and now she’s in the arms – again – of the man she lov-. "John…" she breathed out. "How?" she stopped as her eyes faded to his reddened arm. Pulling away, trying to stand, yet still faltered by what had just happened. Catching her breath, Jane reached for his arm. "You’re bleeding John, what happened?" "My uncle, they caught me, but I fought, and I came back to you." Jane was hesitant, no matter how hard she tried to keep him alive he always seemed to end up in trouble. "John, I told you to stay at your Aunts." John moved closer now, he knew her weakness and Jane understood that. Backing away, she turned and walked to her dresser. Feeling inside the drawer she reached for gauze. Turning around, she felt his presence closer to her. "Jane…" John, now standing behind her reached for her half-turned face. Jane, feeling herself begin to fade away again, shook her head as his hand fell from her face. Sitting on her bed, she sighed, and turned to John now sitting next to her. Neither of them spoke as their eyes met again. Oh how many times they came close to kissing and how many times she thought of John and not Michael. Was this right? She didn’t care anymore. She knew herself she was beginning to give up the fight against her feelings for him. Sighing again, she reached for the shirt that covered his half-bare chest and brought it down over his shoulder, revealing a wound and blood. Unraveling the gauze, Jane started to wrap his arm. She could feel his muscles, his strength, and how she wanted to just fall into those arms again and hug him. Hug – A word and a meaning he probably would never understand. "There. You should be fine, now." She said, trying to keep her eyes away from his. "Jane," John began. "Jane, why is he that way?" Taking a deep breath, Jane stood, leaving the gauze behind her on the bed. She was searching for a way out – but was that what she wanted? "Your uncle, John? People are greedy-" "Greedy?" John said, cutting her off, now reaching for her loose hand that dangled from her side. "Yes, greedy…" she said, not wanting to explain any longer. She couldn’t fight it anymore. Turning to face him, she interlocked her hands in his, staring into his eyes… the eyes that she fell for. "Jane not greedy." Taking a deep breath, John also felt himself giving in... "I belong with you..." he breathed out, slowly, both of them remembering when he said those same words just a few days ago. Leaning down, John brushed his lips against her cheek. Her heart pounded, his heart pounded. They both wanted each other – and they both knew it. Pulling away, Jane stared at the now half-smiling John. Her eyes traced his face. Crossing every inch of him, he was perfect, in everyway. She slowly leaned in, feeling her lips begging for his, the desires all building up inside her, just ready to burst. Finally, their lips touched. Jane stood there, kissing him. Like she never kissed a man before. It felt all new to her… every part of it. John was different, something that she felt in him was something she never felt in Michael, before. Hardly moving, for seconds even, everything that had built up inside of her, flowed out freely, into John. But before she could realize what had happened, and what was now happening, she felt John pull away. Leaving her there, not understanding and hungering more for his touch. "Jane, I’m home!" She heard a voice call from outside her bedroom door. Without turning toward the some-what distant voice, she watched John, already at the window, sitting there staring at her. He didn’t want to go and she didn’t want him to go. Slowly pulling her hand up, Jane spread her fingers and waved slightly. And as soon as he had come- he left. Leaving her with yet more memories and lips wet from the short kiss they had just shared. "Jane? Where are you?" Nikki called, and turning now Jane headed for the closed bedroom door, still in the daze she had been in before John had even come not too long ago that night. "Here I come Nikki!" Jane called, reaching
for the handle, looking towards her still open window, hoping he’d
still be there, but knowing he had already gone.
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