Cat: Ok, here it is. The last chapter of 'So Many Secrets'. You'll think
I'm nuts when I tell you this, but I'm starting to tear up as I write this
to all of you. It could be a combination of my lack of sleep and the final
fantasy music I'm listening to, but I think it's something more. I started
this story back in January with a little one shot about Nightwing. I
thought it would stay at that, but 5 months later and it's only now that my
journey is ending. I hate to let this story end, but as all authors know,
nothing can last forever. I do, however, have some people I need to thank.
lizzy0888 ROBINROX FantasyWriter13 Rebekah Starobin1 TribeKitten Ophelia Chinxy Batgurl101 Tamaran Girl TheUltimateNewbie Eventidespirit Kb Starbolt1218 Fire Kitsune Goddess Aka-chan2 Athena Hey Viola Killer Possesed Angel Eyes of Nevermore Angel V Lain the Fluff-Master cool cat96
Those are all my loyal reviewers. Thanks to each and every one of you. It was your compliments and criticism that kept me writing. I could not have finished without you.
I also owe a thanks to my friends: Arricia, Rizu, and Izzy. Arricia has pushed and nagged and badgered for me to finish, Rizu has previewed chapters for me and was a constant source of advice, and Izzy was there to sympathize when I just couldn't update on time. I love you guys! Huggles
Disclaiemer: I do not own the Teen Titans. But I do own this story!!!
Now what you've all been waiting for. The last chapter. It's in Nightwing's POV. (just so ya know .)
So Many Secrets Ch. 6 Awake
Exhausted. Mentally, physically, exhausted. I had spent a good part of the night racing from building to building, hundreds of thousands scenarios playing through my mind. It wasn't until well past midnight that I decided to head back towards home, feeling as if I had just traveled the world 50 times over. My mind was trapped in an incessant fog, and for once in my life I was having a hard time concentrating on anything. That just wasn't like me.
My situation could only be described as completely and utterly fucked up. I mean, that girl's been out of my life for 20 years...right? Then she comes back, only for a moment, (at least that's how it felt), and suddenly I don't know which way is up anymore. Life wasn't making sense anymore, though I'm not going to say it ever really did. I just wanted to go home and sleep this day away.
Oh, who am I kidding? It could never be home without her there.
Still, the looming mansion was a comforting sight as my clouded mind pushed me towards the front door. With every step taken, memories of that horrible day seemed to be buried further beneath the fog that had encompassed my whole body. Perhaps, if I was lucky, my whole life could be wiped away, and I could start over. But I knew I could never give up the memories I had of her. As scarce as they were, each one was precious to me. Sometimes I would go days without eating, just lying in bed going over each word spoken, trying to relive each memory in my mind. If only I could draw her back to me, like a memory from my shadows.
My steps echoed throughout the vast living room. I hadn't bothered to add any furniture, save one stiff looking couch, and that had been left with the house. I looked mournfully up at the stairwell, as if I were facing Mt. Everest, and not the stairs that I climbed every evening. I took one at a time, stopping every now and then in order to let my mind catch up. I was definitely having an off day. Finally, I reached the door to my room, my holy grail.
Not bothering to walk the full length of the master bedroom to the bed, I settled in a large, worn-out chair. I fought to keep my eyes open, as I tried to remember if my room had always been so clean. The bed was made, the windows open letting a cool wind breeze in, a stack of clean laundry folded neatly on the bed. Did I clean this morning? I fought to remember, but everything was all jumbled. I just needed to sleep.
As my eyes began to drift shut I heard the telltale creak of a door opening. My whole being tensed, my hands clenching the arms of the chair. Whoever it was, they padded softly towards me, as if their feet barely touched the ground. I didn't have time to react as a tan arm snaked around my neck, a head full of red placed against my shoulder.
"How was your patrol tonight?" A sweet voice whispered into my ear; my heart skipping a beat.
"S-Starfire?"
She let go of my neck and came to stand in front of me, flashing me that smile that I missed so much. As I gazed at her grown figure, a silk robe hanging off her delicate shoulders, a wave of new memories came crashing down on me. This whole time...she's been with me? It seemed as if the 20 years without her was nothing but a bad dream, one that I had finally awoken from with the sight of her smile. Was it true? Was she real? I stood, shakily reaching towards her. She just smiled as I brushed my hand across her cheek, trailing down her neck, and coming to rest on her hip. Then, not able to handle it anymore, I pulled her body against my own, letting out a heavy sob.
"It's ok. I'm here." She whispered into my neck. "I've always been here."
And she had been. I could remember everything; from the moment we moved into this house, to our first time making love, right down to our very first kiss. And I recalled all of these moments as I pulled her in for another kiss, succumbing to the sweet taste of her lips against my own. It was like tasting heaven. After a few moments, she pulled away, smiling at me. A graceful finger traced the rim of my mask, pulling another memory from the shadows.
"So many secrets, my Nightwing." Starfire spoke elegantly, reminding me of the series of events that had finally brought us together. It was a running theme in our lives now. She removed my mask, and kissed each eyelid closed. "My Robin...my Richard," she remarked coyly, as I pulled her closer to me. I leaned down, and whispered to her, as if it were a secret only for us to hear.
"Would you object to me sharing one of those secrets with you tonight, my Kory?" She didn't answer, just smiled as I led her towards the bed. Suddenly, I was feeling awake. For the first time, in a long time, I was awake.
That's it. The end. I hope everyone enjoyed and maybe you'll come back on a rainy day and read through it again. Bai!!!
lizzy0888 ROBINROX FantasyWriter13 Rebekah Starobin1 TribeKitten Ophelia Chinxy Batgurl101 Tamaran Girl TheUltimateNewbie Eventidespirit Kb Starbolt1218 Fire Kitsune Goddess Aka-chan2 Athena Hey Viola Killer Possesed Angel Eyes of Nevermore Angel V Lain the Fluff-Master cool cat96
Those are all my loyal reviewers. Thanks to each and every one of you. It was your compliments and criticism that kept me writing. I could not have finished without you.
I also owe a thanks to my friends: Arricia, Rizu, and Izzy. Arricia has pushed and nagged and badgered for me to finish, Rizu has previewed chapters for me and was a constant source of advice, and Izzy was there to sympathize when I just couldn't update on time. I love you guys! Huggles
Disclaiemer: I do not own the Teen Titans. But I do own this story!!!
Now what you've all been waiting for. The last chapter. It's in Nightwing's POV. (just so ya know .)
So Many Secrets Ch. 6 Awake
Exhausted. Mentally, physically, exhausted. I had spent a good part of the night racing from building to building, hundreds of thousands scenarios playing through my mind. It wasn't until well past midnight that I decided to head back towards home, feeling as if I had just traveled the world 50 times over. My mind was trapped in an incessant fog, and for once in my life I was having a hard time concentrating on anything. That just wasn't like me.
My situation could only be described as completely and utterly fucked up. I mean, that girl's been out of my life for 20 years...right? Then she comes back, only for a moment, (at least that's how it felt), and suddenly I don't know which way is up anymore. Life wasn't making sense anymore, though I'm not going to say it ever really did. I just wanted to go home and sleep this day away.
Oh, who am I kidding? It could never be home without her there.
Still, the looming mansion was a comforting sight as my clouded mind pushed me towards the front door. With every step taken, memories of that horrible day seemed to be buried further beneath the fog that had encompassed my whole body. Perhaps, if I was lucky, my whole life could be wiped away, and I could start over. But I knew I could never give up the memories I had of her. As scarce as they were, each one was precious to me. Sometimes I would go days without eating, just lying in bed going over each word spoken, trying to relive each memory in my mind. If only I could draw her back to me, like a memory from my shadows.
My steps echoed throughout the vast living room. I hadn't bothered to add any furniture, save one stiff looking couch, and that had been left with the house. I looked mournfully up at the stairwell, as if I were facing Mt. Everest, and not the stairs that I climbed every evening. I took one at a time, stopping every now and then in order to let my mind catch up. I was definitely having an off day. Finally, I reached the door to my room, my holy grail.
Not bothering to walk the full length of the master bedroom to the bed, I settled in a large, worn-out chair. I fought to keep my eyes open, as I tried to remember if my room had always been so clean. The bed was made, the windows open letting a cool wind breeze in, a stack of clean laundry folded neatly on the bed. Did I clean this morning? I fought to remember, but everything was all jumbled. I just needed to sleep.
As my eyes began to drift shut I heard the telltale creak of a door opening. My whole being tensed, my hands clenching the arms of the chair. Whoever it was, they padded softly towards me, as if their feet barely touched the ground. I didn't have time to react as a tan arm snaked around my neck, a head full of red placed against my shoulder.
"How was your patrol tonight?" A sweet voice whispered into my ear; my heart skipping a beat.
"S-Starfire?"
She let go of my neck and came to stand in front of me, flashing me that smile that I missed so much. As I gazed at her grown figure, a silk robe hanging off her delicate shoulders, a wave of new memories came crashing down on me. This whole time...she's been with me? It seemed as if the 20 years without her was nothing but a bad dream, one that I had finally awoken from with the sight of her smile. Was it true? Was she real? I stood, shakily reaching towards her. She just smiled as I brushed my hand across her cheek, trailing down her neck, and coming to rest on her hip. Then, not able to handle it anymore, I pulled her body against my own, letting out a heavy sob.
"It's ok. I'm here." She whispered into my neck. "I've always been here."
And she had been. I could remember everything; from the moment we moved into this house, to our first time making love, right down to our very first kiss. And I recalled all of these moments as I pulled her in for another kiss, succumbing to the sweet taste of her lips against my own. It was like tasting heaven. After a few moments, she pulled away, smiling at me. A graceful finger traced the rim of my mask, pulling another memory from the shadows.
"So many secrets, my Nightwing." Starfire spoke elegantly, reminding me of the series of events that had finally brought us together. It was a running theme in our lives now. She removed my mask, and kissed each eyelid closed. "My Robin...my Richard," she remarked coyly, as I pulled her closer to me. I leaned down, and whispered to her, as if it were a secret only for us to hear.
"Would you object to me sharing one of those secrets with you tonight, my Kory?" She didn't answer, just smiled as I led her towards the bed. Suddenly, I was feeling awake. For the first time, in a long time, I was awake.
That's it. The end. I hope everyone enjoyed and maybe you'll come back on a rainy day and read through it again. Bai!!!