I've have been on a Thor Kick for the longest time, but only now have finally created something I would worthy of the God of Thunder and the Brilliant Scientist.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Till next time

~Triss

Prequel:

She'd seen it on the news, the whole world had watched as New York city had begun a battle that no one thought earth could possibly win. Jane Foster had watched from the labs in another country, watching as the city she had barley know fall into another world.

With that new world created, born from fire, and crumbling concrete jungles she saw fighters, warriors that had come to avenge those that had already felt the battle was over. She found warriors that had fought for earth… and win.

Jane remembered the frantic search for a television when an old intern, Darcy, had called in a frantic mess. Yelling at her to turn on the nearest TV and look at what was happening. Soon all the scientist at the conservatory were running around, the battle in front of them caused the whole world to stop and watch…. And pray.

The young woman remembered her heart wrenching at a familiar sight, a demi-god clad in armor that was as powerful as the voice and presence he commanded. The lightening that lit up the skies like a creature bent of killing the foreign creatures that had come to the world. Even in all the wreckage she still felt that powerful pull in her chest, the one that seemed to beat in a tempo that waited for him again. She was a mortal girl that had fallen for Thor, the God of thunder.

They all watched in horror, Jane and the other scientists, hoping that there would be signs of victory, of winning. There were many times when she was forced to do nothing when the one person she truly cared for more then herself was thrown through buildings, ripped at and beaten down. There was nothing she could do, she only knew that no matter how or what it took she had to get there. Jane Foster had to get to Thor no matter what it took.

It took hours, her eyes ever leaving the screen, to find someone to get a plane out to the states of America. Her contacts with Coulson had proven the golden ticket to get her there as soon as possible, to skip customs and travel back without too much of a hitch. Her ear were never far from the voices of brave newscasters that told the story and her heart seemed to break every time the God with the powers of the sky flashed through the screen. Jane ignored the pleas from the others, the hollering from Darcy when she asked to be picked up at the closest airport that allowed her fly in. All she knew was that she needed to be back there, back in New York and near the only one who made her feel as if she was the most brilliant thing in the universe.

Jane had watched from the plane ride, not eating and barely able to even keep her eyes shut for more then a few minutes. And then somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean the battle ended…. The creatures made of gray flesh and armor fell suddenly; The warriors of earth had saved the planet; the man of stars and strips , Captain America, Bruce Banner, whom she knew years ago when his projects were still only with a paper and pen and the green monster in him awoke, Iron Man—the billionaire scientist, and two others she had never heard of but had held their own. A woman that reminded her of a lethal spider, all dressed in black save the red fire of hair and a man whose aim was beyond human.

She remembered it took a few days to get to the city. The calls she made to Erik had gone unheard, the messages never responded to. She was concerned for him, knowing that he had been apart of the chaos raging in New York. Then when she was driving toward the city in the dead of night, towards a train—any train she got a call. Erik's name filling the screen. "He is still here, but not for much longer. Jane, he's leaving around noon at central park."

Jane pressed her foot on the gas and continued to the closest train station.

And there was the Taxi cab, the horrible ride with so many detours that whatever nail polish had been left on her nails was chipped away and the skin around them chewed in an old nasty habit she thought she'd broken years ago. The days that went by after the collision she hadn't know if he was still there or if he had left. It was near noon, her clock reading 11:23 and they were still so far away.

Enough of this! Jane grabbed whatever spare money was in her purse and threw it to the cab driver. Pretty sure a wealthy tip had wound up in his lap. Jane Foster ran.

She had felt the burn in her lungs and the way her muscles screamed at her to stop. Like everything else, like the people who always laughed at her, her parents that said she was wasting her time, and like all the past relationships that had never understood, she ignored them all. The girl pushed past everything and kept going, not caring who yelled at her as she flew past, not caring about the people that stared at her. None of them mattered, none of them ever did before and they didn't now. The only one that did was a man who had been there only briefly in her life but had made her feel smarter, beautiful and even powerful by simply gazing at her. Jane wasn't ready to let go of this feeling, whatever it was, wasn't going to let it slip through her fingers.

The memories of her praying please let him be there.

It had seemed endless, time was ticking by and there had been no chance for her to get close enough. She didn't dare check her watch, she was too afraid because what if the clock had read that noon had already passed? What if everything she kept pushing for was too late?

Jane remembered the way her heart felt right then, when she saw the shining crimson not far away, the small group of people that stood there surrounding the circle. It was all she need to kept her legs pumping faster. She didn't care what was there, didn't care about the objects he had or the man that stood beside him. Both men had their hands on something—a switch? And turned it, a blue ring began to glow.

No, no not yet!

"Wait Miss! Miss you can't go over there!" An arm wrapped around her, steel trapping her against a chest. She was so close!

"THOR!" One last ditched effort, just to let him know….

And there it was, a small tilt of his head, the blue eyes that caught hers and she smiled weakly, a choked laugh coming out just by having him look at her and watching the recognition flare in his eyes—

Until that voice, a sound that crackled in her head, pinched at her brain and made it itch; an invader—a childish glee, "A new and shiny toy?"

A flash of blue, a shimmer that she had looked upon only months ago and then they were gone.

The pain receded just as quickly as it had come, as quickly as Thor had left.

"Damn it!" And the body she had fought, the muscles she had pushed weakened and she was forced to sit on the steps. Not bothering to fight the man in the button down plaid with concerned eyes, not caring about the people who had stood and watched the whole scene now had eyes that were trained on her.

Jane slumped against the cement of the columns, her head thumping against the cold stone and a heart that hammered against her chest. He had seen her, known it was her, and remembered. He had been here… and then there was that voice… whose voice? It was dark and sinister, teasing and cruel.

"Excuse me, Miss?" There was that voice, the same one that had kept her away, had stopped her in all attempts.

And even though there was so much anger building up inside of her she couldn't say anything. But the look on his face alone showed all the apology he couldn't say to her. "I take it you're Jane Foster. Am I correct?"

Barely able to compose herself, begging that her voice remained steady, "Yes?" She cringed when it shook.

He smiled then, a boyish innocent smile, "I've heard a lot about you. And I was told to give you this by him." It was a small envelope, the words Jane Foster scribbled in a strong hand. She wanted to open it up right then and there, but felt as though the man before had a bit more to say. "I apologize for keeping you from running in there, but it wasn't safe, the transport was only made for two people. If you had gone any closer there is no telling what would have happened. But I still feel like I owe you an apology."

She had offered a small smile, "No, please don't apologize. You probably did a lot more good then both of us will ever know. I shouldn't have jumped in there like that. Thank you…."

"Steve Rogers. Please call me Steve Miss Foster."

"Jane, if you don't mind" She smiled up at him.

He nods to her, "I'll remember that Miss Jane. I don't think that this is the last time you'll hear from us. If there is anything you need give this number a call." He handed her a number on a small card, no name, no logo, just a simple number. "Please call. If you need anything."

"If she doesn't you know that Fury will. She knows the big long haired surfer dude better then the rest of us." The man at the top of the steps stood there in a fine pressed suite next to a car Jane knew she would never be able to afford unless she worked overtime for the next 120 years. The billionaire philanthropist smiled down at her, "Jane Foster you will be hearing from us. Until then take a long vacation because I doubt you'll never get a moment's rest afterwards." He winked down at her and climbed into his car and drove off without another world.

Steve Rogers sighed, a sound of accepted defeat. "Yes, he may be right in that aspect. So until that time comes Miss Jane take care of yourself and please don't hesitate to call if you need anything."

And he got on his motorbike and drove away leaving a girl; unsure of what to do with herself and a letter she wasn't sure that she was ready to read.

If you don't read it now you'll never read it. Jane took a deep shuttering breath and opened the small envelope and read the words that were created with a strong and steady hand.

Dearest Jane Foster,

My word is still my honor, and my promise to you has not changed. I will return to you when I am able, please know this. I could not bear if you were to have lost the hope that I would one day return for you. Please know that.

The earth had needed my hand in stopping my brother. His deeds and chaos has caused this planet, your home, to be filled with destruction I feel I must fix, for the duty of my family, as well as for the brother I am afraid I have forever lost to a darkness he can never return from. The safety of your home as well as you prevented me from seeing you. A very loyal and trusted person assured me that you were safe and away from harm. That is truly the most I could allow myself to know about you. You are safe and that is all that truly care for. At that time I needed nothing else.

I apologize that my words are not of a poet's hand. I have always been that of a brutish nature that has only in recent time been soften by you, but I shall try my best for these words to reach you. It is something that is truly an honor I find, to have met you and for you to have changed me so that I have become a better man to one day rule over Asgard. It is something I had not thought possible for one such as me. From the deepest part of me I thank you.

Please know that I will return for you. I give you that as my word. I am not one that has broken a vow and I do not intend to have them start with a woman such as yourself. Know that I am thinking of how I can return to you as soon as I am able. I ask that you have faith in me for only a little longer. I will not allow for this separation to go on for too long. Believe in that of me.

-Thor

She hadn't realized that there were tears that had built up on her cheeks, falling on the note and running with the ink, blurring the words. She quickly tucked it away, to preserve it, to keep it safe so that it could last much longer.

It would be a reminder for if there was ever a time when she would start to lose hope just as she once had.

That day Jane decided that she wouldn't just keep waiting for him. She would keep searching for him .