The Misadventures of Jonny Quest | By : RoseOSharon Category: +M through R > New Adventures of Jonny Quest, The Views: 2466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: Nothing associated with Jonny Quest or the Real Adventures thereof is mine, nor likely to ever be so. I make no money from this story. |
A/N: This is a story I wrote and finished a while ago, but was not completely satisfied with. I have completely forgotten what the title I had it posted here under before was, but I have re-worked it, and done a lot of scene revisions and removals, and I'm a bit happier with it now . . . it seems to be a bit more angst-driven and darker.
I also want to thank the people that reviewed this story when it was up before. I apologize for not saving the reviews.
ALSO: The rating is an Adult+. I'm not sure if this is the right one or not, considering all that's in it, up to and including mentions of forced drug abuse (not graphically described), a suicide attempt )(Alluded to through physical description of scars), mention of giving one's body over for protection (though not actively described),and an attempted rape of a male by another male(that's the dicey one making me insecure about the rating). Anyway, if anyone ever reads this story, let me know what you think about the appropriate rating, and based on any responses, I will adjust accordingly 'k? Thanks in advance! :D
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Complete and Total Fantasy
The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest
The Misadventures of Jonny Quest
By Rose O’ Sharon
Celestia Villa – Greece
“Hey, Jonathon,” a very attractive dark haired, dark-eyed man smiled at the equally attractive blond man with bright blue eyes, and all but shoved a filled champagne flute into his hand. “This is compliments of the bridegroom. He says you haven’t drunk enough to even begin to enjoy a Greek wedding.”
“I’d like to be able to drive, Artemis,” Jonny smiled at the man, and his smile widened as the man’s arms went around his waist.
“You don’t need to drive, my love,” the man whispered in Jonny’s ear. “My parents are quite willing to put us up. After all, it is my sister who’s getting married.”
“Come on, Artemis,” Jonny sighed and rolled his eyes. “The only reason your parents put up with me is because we’re together, and you know it,” he shook his head. “And because of that, I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have. And you know, as do I, that if Diana hadn’t invited me to this wedding, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Had Diana not invited you to this wedding, I wouldn’t be here either,” the man said as he wrapped his arms tighter around Jonny’s waist. He leaned his dark head on Jonny’s shoulder, and closed his eyes. “So, do us both a favor and just relax and enjoy the wedding, okay?”
Jonny smiled and upper arm length blond hair met equally long dark hair, and he covered Artemis’ hands with his own. Their eyes met, and the obvious love they shared for one another was almost physically visible. Suddenly, a flash went off, and the two men frowned at the lovely woman in the bridal gown.
“Diana!” Artemis playfully chastised. “This is your wedding! You’re the one who’s supposed to be photographed! Not the other way around!”
“Taking photos is my job, Big Bro, and you know you can take the photographer away from the camera, but you can’t take the camera away from the photographer. Besides, if you’d actually get around to making an honest man out of our Jonny, I could be taking official photographs of the two of you. So, for now, I’m going to catch you when I can. Besides,” her grin widened. “You and Jonny are so cute when you get all googly-eyed!”
“I’ll give you googly-eyed, Little Sis!” Artemis laughed, and with a quick kiss on Jonny’s cheek, chased after his sister. Jonny watched amused, for a few moments, then closed his eyes as sadness suddenly overtook him. He placed the untouched drink on the table, turned, walked to the wall which overlooked the sea, and watched the sunlight as it played over the gentle waves.
He sighed, deeply, and swallowed as the thought of the newspaper article he had saved from India about a wedding of a handsome Indian Sultan to a beautiful flame-haired woman, filled his mind’s eye. He leaned forward, his hands clenched together on the top of the wall, his shoulders hunched forward, and he closed his eyes as tears threatened to fall.
He would have been at that wedding too, had it not been for his choice, and he opened his eyes, turned, crossed his arms over his chest, and found the tall form of his lover amongst the crowd. He smiled slightly, though the sadness never left his eyes.
He certainly didn’t regret the choice that had been imposed on him, but that didn’t make it any less painful. In fact, the only thing he really regretted was that he’d had to choose at all.
He sighed, and once more the memory of the day – good grief, had it really been almost four years ago, already – when he had been forced to make his choice.
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