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Love is Strong	By : harry102 Category: +M through R > New Adventures of Jonny Quest, The Views: 8124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Jessie, where have you been?” Estella yelled, as they walked through the front door ten minutes later, smiling and soaked to the bone. “We’re leaving in forty minutes,” she exclaimed.

“Then I’ll be ready in thirty-nine,” Jessie replied curtly, brushing past her mother without another word.

Jonny just cleared his throat uncomfortably and walked by, as well.

“Jonny,” she called after him almost sweetly. Almost anyway.

“Yes,” he sighed, turning around reluctantly.

“You’re not good enough for her,” she whispered violently.

“Then you should have nothing to worry about,” he whispered back, smiling and making no effort to be nice to her anymore. “In case you haven’t noticed, and I can’t see how you could’ve since you’re never around, your daughter is both extremely independent and extremely intelligent. She knows exactly what she wants and what she deserves, Estella.”

“I…know…that,” she replied through gritted teeth.

“Then why the fuck are you so concerned,” he grinned with a lot more confidence than he felt.

“You really are just like Race,” she said in disbelief, shaking her head and beginning to worry for her daughter even more.

“Thanks,” he smiled.

“That wasn’t a compliment,” she retorted.

“You’re hardly objective,” he informed her.

“Please, I know things about that man that would curl your toes,” she told him.

“Well then it’s a good thing I find your opinion wholly unimportant or I guess I’d be in some real trouble. The things you could reveal…why my every childhood experience would just have to be questioned and reevaluated,” he finished sarcastically, knowing that nothing she could ever say would change his feelings towards Race.

“Do you talk to my daughter like that you condescending little bastard?” she asked.

“Only when she doesn’t have my dinner ready on the table when I get home,” he quipped, and she just stared at him with an open mouth.

She was about to shoot back with a nasty reply when Jonny’s father came into her eye line. “I’m so sorry you won’t be joining us tonight, sweetheart. We’ll all miss you,” she suddenly smiled.

Jonny was thrown off for a second before he realized why her attitude had changed so quickly.

“Yes, you will be,” his father confirmed, coming up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Well, no worries then,” Jonny grinned. “I’ve changed my mind about the party.”

“Really,” his father’s face lit up, which Jonny found almost as satisfying as the scowl that crossed Estella’s features.

“Yeah,” Jonny replied, and then directed his comments more towards Estella. “I didn’t feel like it at first, but Jessie convinced me. She really wanted me to go,” he emphasized. “And you know how I like to have her owe me one, Pops.”

Jonny’s father just laughed and shook his head, happy that he was gonna be with his whole family now. “Well, you’ve made me very happy, son. Now go get ready before you make me very late, as well.”

“See you in a few,” he replied, running up the stairs two at a time with a huge smirk on his face.

“What’s that smile for?” he heard Jessie ask when he reached the top of the stairs, and that’s when he began to feel guilty because it was Jessie’s mother he was disrespecting. Even though she had started it, he knows that he should’ve been the bigger man for Jessie’s sake.

“Sorry,” he sighed. “I was just talking to your mom and…,” he started, but then cut himself off, distracted as he noticed her towel-clad state for the first time. She was still wet from the rain, so it looked as if she had already taken a shower and Jonny couldn’t help but imagine her under the hot water. “What…um,” he motioned towards her. “Are you having problems with your bathroom or something?” he asked, and then mentally kicked himself. ‘Nice Quest. Real Smooth.’

“No,” she smiled. “The lighting is just better in the hall bathroom, so I’m gonna get ready in there. I’ll see you in a few minutes,” she finished, walking away.

“Yep,” he managed, right before she shut the door. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself, making way to his own room to take a quick shower. “Way to sweep her off her feet.”

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As soon as Jessie shut the door, she took a deep breath, turned around, and sank to the floor. Every nerve ending in her body felt like it was sounding off, and she wanted so badly to just run after him and make good use of the way she was feeling. Clearly being around him with only a towel was not a good idea and she couldn’t help but wonder if this was how he felt last night when they were kissing in his room.

In all honesty, there was nothing wrong with getting ready in her own bathroom, and even if there was, she wouldn’t normally undress before going to the hall bathroom. She had purposely put herself in the situation, hoping to get a reaction out of Jonny, but she was too caught up in her own reactions to notice his.

“You’re such an idiot,” she whispered to herself, head in hand and sitting on the bathroom floor. “That was such a dumb move, and so pathetically obvious,” she sighed, embarrassed by her actions.

“Ok,” she told herself, standing up and starting her water. ‘No more stunts,’ she thought. ‘Just be yourself and see what happens. If he doesn’t like it, then he’s not worth it.’

The only problem with that thought was everything, because she knows he’s worth it and the wait is killing her. She just wants to know how he feels either way at this point, but is too afraid to ask because she’s even more afraid of screwing up the most amazing friendship she’s ever experienced.

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If you offered him a million dollars, Jonny wouldn’t be able to tell you what Jessie was wearing the first time he met her, or even what she was wearing yesterday, but he knows he’ll never forget the way she looked in her Christmas dress. Especially, since he can’t seem to formulate any words at the moment. All he can do is stare, and commit her to memory.

It only took him fifteen minutes to shower and dress, so he just hung out in his room until it was about time to leave because he didn’t wanna be in the same room with Estella any more than necessary. Besides, he wanted to talk to Jessie before her mother got the chance. He knew that she wouldn’t be mad at him, but he didn’t want Estella to catch her off guard and still felt a little guilty.

When he opened his door to go knock on hers and explain, however, he found that Jordan had beaten him to it. Jordan was knocking on her door as Jonny was closing his, and all he could do was lean his head back and sigh. She had a huge smile on her face when she opened the door, and it was like a knife in his gut. She was absolutely heart-stopping in a low cut, but classy, floor length black dress. He took solace in the fact that her smile faded when she saw Jordan, but he still wanted to be the one in front of her.

“Wow,” Jordan exclaimed. “You look…wow,” he told her. “I can’t even put it into words. You’ve got me stopped in my tracks here,” he grinned.

“Thanks,” she breathed, making her way into the hall and avoiding eye contact with Jordan.

“Hey,” she smiled, catching sight of Jonny.

“Hello,” Jonny greeted them. “Ready to party?” he asked with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

“Oh yeah,” she smiled. “These things are always scintillating. Shall we then?” she asked them nervously.

“After you,” he told Jordan sarcastically, and was really proud of himself for resisting the urge to just shove him down the stairs.

When they reached the living room, Jonny immediately regretted giving in to her eyes. ‘What the fuck was I thinking,’ he thought to himself. ‘Instead of helping my MOTHER, I’m gonna be spending the night listening to these people talk about things I don’t give a shit about and sucking up to people more important than them. On top of that, I have to watch THEM,’ he screamed internally, as he watched Jordan parade Jessie around the room like a god-damn puppet. He was having trouble not physically removing the jerk’s hand from the small of her back.

“Are we ready to go?” Dr Quest asked, walking into the room, where everyone seemed to be in agreement. “Ya know, I believe the Prime Minister will be attending tonight, as well?” he told them. “I haven’t seen him since Oxford. It should be a lot of fun,” he commented with a smile, as everyone put on their coats

“You attended Oxford, Dr Quest?” Jordan asked with interest, abandoning his hold on Jessie.

“For a time,” he told Jordan. “I received one of my doctorates there. Beautiful campus. I remember it quite fondly,” he finished in a reminiscent tone.

“Do you know Professor Monroe?” Jordan questioned.

“I do,” Dr Quest responded with interest. “We’ve worked together a few times. How do you know him?”

“Well…” Jordan started, and that’s when Jonny faded out and made his way towards Jess with her coat. He hated it when people sucked up to his father, but he hated it even more that his father seemed to like this guy.

“Since your date is otherwise inclined,” he quipped, coming up from behind her to help her put on her jacket.

“Thanks,” she smiled.

“Anytime,” he told her, bringing his lips to her ears as he pulled her hair out from the back of her coat. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered slowly, and he felt a shiver run through her.

“Thank you,” she breathed, feeling her body flush.

“Anytime,” he told her with a grin. “Well, actually all the time, but I sure as hell hope you know that. I’m sure he tells you all the time. If not, he should”

“It doesn’t mean anything coming from him,” she whispered.

“Does it mean something coming from me?” he asked quietly, completely drowning in the way she was looking at him.

“Let’s go kids,” Race boomed, shaking them both out of the moment.

“Alright,” Jonny recovered. “Let’s see if we can make this thing a little less lame than normal,” he said, offering her is arm, which she readily accepted.

Jordan and his parents were still happily chatting away with his father when they reached the limo, so Jonny happily sat as close to Jessie as he could without seeming too obvious. He caught Estella staring at them and knew that she could see right through him, but he didn’t care. Although, it did remind him that he wanted to tell Jessie about his encounter with her mother.

It only took a few minutes to reach the tarmac and board the plane, so Jonny was able to sit next to Jessie on the plane, as well, since the Professor Monroe led to even more boring conversation.

The Quest Jet easily accommodates fifty, with ten rows of five seats across. Three on one side and two on the other. Jordan and Dr Quest were chatting away in the first row, while Estella and Jordan’s parents sat across from them. Jonny was making his way up the aisle to the second row, when Jessie suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him into the last row.

He gave her a confused look, but she just shrugged and he wasn’t about to argue. “Hey, I gotta tell you something real quick,” he told her as they were buckling in.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“Listen, earlier I had a bit of a…uh…discussion with your mother,” he said slowly.

“And…” she prompted nervously, afraid of what her mother might have said to him.

“I just…well…things got a little heated, and I probably said some things to her that I shouldn’t have. She was being…” he paused, not wanting to insult her.

“My mother,” Jessie finished for him.

“Yes,” he told her. “In prime form, but that doesn’t give me the right to be rude to her so I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“Are you?” she asked with a smile.

“I’m not sorry for what I said,” he clarified. “Just that I said it, because she’s your mother and I should have respected that and just held my tongue. I’m apologizing to you, not her,” he smiled.

“Hmm…now how can you repay me?” she posed playfully and Jonny grinned. “Looks like you’re gonna have to dance with me tonight. I’m sorry, you deserve it though.”

“I’ll try to suffer through it,” he laughed.

“Jessie, are you ok?” he mother broke in from the front of the plane.

“Still alive,” Jessie informed her.

“Come up here,” she ordered.

“In a minute,” Jessie replied. “I like to sit in the back during take off.”

“Make sure your seatbelts are secure,” they all suddenly heard Race’s voice over the intercom. “We are on our way,” he told them, as the plane began to move.

Jonny was so focused on the movement of the plane that it surprised him when felt Jessie’s hot breath on his ear thanking him for coming, and he instinctively turned towards her so that their lips weren’t even an inch apart.

This time, she kissed him first, and he couldn’t help but grin against her lips a little, ignoring the popping in his ears as the plane continued to climb

“I really appreciate this,” she breathed heavily and then kissed him again. “I know this is the last place you wanna …mmm,” he cut her off, extremely turned on by the fact that they were doing this just a few feet away from everyone.

“You’re method of repayment is much better than mine,” he smiled, sounding like he had just finished running a marathon.

She returned his grin and then kissed him again, running her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. God knows that she wanted to do more, so she pulled back before things got too crazy.

She could read the desire in his eyes, and knew that the same look was reflected in her own. ‘Say something,’ she urged herself and him silently. ‘What the hell are we doing here?’

“Seatbelts can come off,” Race announced, and they both closed their eyes and sighed.

“So, I suppose we should go up there then,” he said.

“Yeah, she’ll send out the search party if we don’t,” Jessie replied in an annoyed tone, undoing her seatbelt and standing up.

“There they are,” Estella smiled with faux sincerity, as Jonny and Jessie took a seat behind her.

“You knew where we were mother,” Jessie sighed in exasperation.

Jonny then proceeded to lean his head against the cool window with intentions of drowning out all thoughts and conversations. He found it easy to ignore the conversations, but his mind was much harder to escape. At first, he was able to distract himself with thoughts of Jessie, but it wasn’t long before he started worrying about his mother again. And just when he felt like he was about to choke, he felt her warm fingers entwine with his. It was like she knew he needed her, and when he met her eyes, he realized that she did know, which made the beat of his heart increase exponentially and the desire to profess his love overwhelming.

For the second time in as many hours, Jonny found himself speechless as he stared at her. He couldn’t even say ‘thank you,’ so he just squeezed her hand. They continued to hold hands for the rest of the flight. Out in the open, even though no one could see them.

By the time they landed and reached the White House, Jonny felt like he was gonna throw up. He had to physically force himself to get out of the limo.

“Come on. It won’t be so bad,” he heard Jessie breath in his ear.

“Yeah,” he said following her out. ‘This is gonna be great,’ he thought. ‘Especially since Jordan has reattached himself to your hip. Just fucking great.’

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Three hours into the party, and Jonny was ready to kill someone. He was sick of pretentious senators and businessman trying to make small talk with him as an avenue to his father, and he was even more sick of his father dragging him around the room to brag about his acceptances. He was worried sick about his mother, and he was sick to his stomach watching Jordan and Jessie.

He couldn’t believe her. How could she kiss him, and then go off with Jordan like it didn’t happen? How could she beg him to come and then ignore him? He was getting angrier by the second.

“Hey,” he heard breaking into his thoughts.

“Hey,” he replied, looking up to be greeted by a beautiful woman.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked, motioning toward the empty seat next to Jonny.

“It’s all yours,” he smiled, welcoming the distraction. “What’s your name?”

“Jasmine,” she told him.

“Beautiful name, but it doesn’t do you justice,” he grinned.

“Well, aren’t you the little charmer. I regular Don Juan,” she replied.

“Nah. I still got my training wheels,” he told her. “But someday…absolutely,” he clarified. “I need all the help I can get.”

“I’m happy to oblige,” she confirmed and then followed with a question. “So who’s the dumb ass?”

“What?” he laughed.

“Ya know, the one that’s left you here all alone. I mean… I can’t complain because it’s all worked out for my benefit, but she’s clearly a dumb ass,” Jasmine finished.

Instinctually, Jonny wanted to defend Jess. However, that instinct was quickly squashed when he stole a quick glance of them over Jasmine’s shoulder.

“I’m just here with my father. No date tonight,” he informed her.

“Then it really is my lucky night,” she flirted.

“Wanna dance beautiful?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” she smiled, taking his offered hand. “So what’s your name Romeo?”

“Jonny,” he supplied, foregoing the last name. He liked to avoid that part for as long as possible when first meeting someone. Although, he found it highly unlikely that she didn’t know exactly who he was before she approached. Most girls do and then pretend like they don’t. Perhaps he’d be flattered if he was the type to take advantage of his position, but he’s not, so it’s all rather annoying and just feeds his belief that he’ll never find someone that truly just loves him. A thought that kills him because he knows that Jessie is the only one that really could, and he has to watch her with another man. At least, she’s the only one he’d believe hearing it from, or maybe she’s just the only one he wants to hear it from and feel it with. In any case, it’s always been her.

“Where are you?” Jasmine laughed.

“Huh?” Jonny asked, coming out of his head.

“You just clocked out there for a minute,” she told him, and then pulled herself a little closer as they continued to dance.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I thought I saw someone that I knew for a second.”

“Well they couldn’t possibly be more interesting than me,” she grinned with confidence.

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” he smiled. This girl reminded him of Mary. Beautiful, confident, no strings attached, and almost enough to make him forget about Jess for a few minutes.

“So what brings you here tonight?” he asked.

“My uncle,” she smiled. “I hate these things.”

“Yeah me too,” he agreed. “So who’s your uncle? I’ve probably met him. I think I’ve met every important man here tonight actually. They tend to flock towards my father. No offense to your uncle,” he quickly added.

“None taken. We’re not that close. Besides, he seems to have the same problem actually,” she smiled, pointing out her uncle.

“Oh yeah,” he laughed. “I may have met him once or twice.”

“Or saved his life as he tells it,” she told him.

“Well, I hardly did it alone,” he informed her.

“Modesty, good looks, and a great dancer,” she listed. “No wonder my uncle has been talking you up. Probably thinks you’d be a good influence on me or something.”

“You don’t strike me as a follower,” he whispered in her ear.

“You don’t strike me as an angel?” she whispered back, feeling a jolt go through her.

“Well, that’s certainly one thing I’ve never been accused of,” he smiled.

“Then I’m glad that I ignored my first instinct to stay away from any guy my uncle seems to like so much. They’re usually so…,” and she let that statement hang.

“Believe me,” he told her. “I know exactly what you’re talking about,” and they both laughed. “You’re uncle throws a great party by the way,” he added sarcastically. “So how come I’ve never seen you at these things before?”

“I’ve been away at school,” she told him. “Learning about boundaries and how to be a lady.”

“Boundaries?” he questioned.

“Yeah,” she smiled, pulling him from the dance floor and out onto one of the empty balconies, where she then proceeded to push him into a corner. “Apparently, I have an issue with boundaries,” she whispered, closing in on his lips without hesitation and immediately deepening the kiss.

“You’re not shy are you?” he breathed when she came up for air.

She just smiled, wrapped her hands around his neck, and put her leg between his. She was as close to him as any other woman had ever been. He had only met her ten minutes ago, but he liked it.

“That’s certainly one thing that I’ve never been accused of,” she quipped, and then kissed him again.

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Jessie has spent the whole evening being an idiot and she knows it. Jordan has been parading her around trying to meet every contact possible, and when there’s no one to talk to he drags her out on the dance floor to whisper crap in her ear. He’s spent the whole evening trying to close deals, and she’s allowed herself to be treated like a Stepford Wife.

‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ she suddenly thought. ‘I never let people treat me like this.’

The truth is, she’s been waiting the whole night for Jonny to rescue her and the longer he took the more deflated she became until she reached a point where she just didn’t care anymore. She hasn’t even heard a word that Jordan’s said for the last hour.

In other words, she was being an idiot. For allowing Jordan to treat her like he was and, more importantly, for waiting on someone to rescue her.

‘This man has scrambled my brains,’ she thought, and then felt the wind being knocked out of her as she saw him leading a gorgeous girl out onto the dance floor.

“Well I’m glad to see you’re still alive,” she heard Jordan whisper.

“What?” she asked in an annoyed tone.

“You’re heart just sped up a mile a minute. I was afraid you were slipping into a coma earlier,” he said snidely.

“Excuse me if I don’t like being carted around like a trophy wife,” she spat back.

“Well you’d certainly make a good one,” he told her. “There’s no denying that your beautiful, and you’ve definitely got that blank ‘my brain is totally empty stare’ down pat.”

“You are seriously delusional if you think I’d ever let myself be put in that position,” she whispered fiercely. “And if I didn’t care so much about not embarrassing Dr. Quest, you’d be on the fucking ground right now,” she finished, trying to pull away from him, but he wasn’t letting go. “Get off me right now,” she told him.

Once he released her, she felt like she needed fresh air. So, of course, directly in line with the way her night was going, she walked right into the last thing she wanted to see. The man she loved was pressed into a corner with a ridiculously beautiful girl, who felt the need to stick her tongue halfway down his throat.

She was immediately frozen in her tracks halfway to the railing, and couldn’t help the tears that pooled in her eyes upon seeing them, but she refused to let them fall.

It couldn’t have been more than two seconds before Jonny noticed her, but it felt like an eternity.

“Jessie,” he started, quickly pushing Jasmine away and coming toward her.

“Eww…don’t,” she told him and he stopped on the spot. “Seriously don’t,” she whispered in a disgusted tone, unable to control the look she threw at Jasmine even if she wanted to. “This is just perfect,” she said, turning around to leave as her legs were finally willing to listen to her brain, which led her directly into Jordan’s arms.

“Sorry,” said distractedly, not sure who she had run into until she looked up.

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry he told her,” rubbing his hands up her arms and pushing her more onto the balcony. He was oblivious to the presence of others. “I was wrong.”

“I told you not to touch me,” she said, pushing his hands off her arms.

“Jessie,” he breathed in exasperation. “Stop acting like a child,” he told her bringing his hands up to hold her face, but they never reached her.

He was on the ground before he even had a prayer of touching her again, and Jonny was standing over him just praying that Jordan would give him another reason. He was far less concerned about embarrassing his father than Jessie. You touch his girl and you’re on the ground. It’s as simple as that. It’s always been as simple as that. There’s no gray area in his mind.

“If you touch me again I will kill you,” Jordan told him, getting up off the ground and wiping the blood from his lip.

“Funny I was thinking the same thing if you touch her again,” Jonny shot back.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Jordan told him.

Her initial shock gone, Jessie then made her way off the balcony.

“Jess,” Jonny called out, trying to grab her shoulder, but she shrugged him off.

“I believe you two can finish this bullshit macho display without me,” she told them and then left, throwing one last dirty look at Jasmine.

“Looks like I’m not the only one in the doghouse,” Jordan taunted.

“Get the fuck away from me man,” Jonny told him and then rolled his eyes when Jordan just threw his hands in the air and left. “Pussy,” Jonny whispered to himself.

“What the hell was all that?” Jasmine asked, re-announcing her presence to Jonny.

“I’m sorry,” he told her. “I just really hate that little fuck. He’s the king of that type of guy you mentioned before by the way.”

“And he’s trying to move in on your territory,” she offered knowingly, but he didn’t respond. “So who was the girl?” she asked, sensing that referring to her as the ‘dumb ass’ might not be a smart move.

“My best friend,” he said through gritted teeth, angry at everyone and trying not to take it out on a stranger.

“Who you are in love with, right?” she asked.

“It’s not like that,” he responded quickly.

“Oh come one,” she laughed. “It’s so obviously like that,” she told him. “It’s also obvious that she feels exactly the same way.”

“Look…,” he started. “What?”

“Uh…she loves you too, Romeo,” she told him.

“No, she…” he began, but Jasmine interrupted.

“She stopped cold in her tracks the moment she saw us together. She barely stopped herself from crying. She freaked out when another man touched her, and I’m surprised that I didn’t burst into flames via the dirty looks she was throwing my way. She didn’t want me anywhere near you because she thinks you’re hers,” she smiled, walking up to him. “And you know what? I think she’s right,” she whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

“She freaked out when I tried to touch her too,” he rationalized.

“Only because you hurt her,” she told him.

“I didn’t mean to,” he said, closing his eyes.

“I know, but it’s also true that the one you love has the most power when it comes to just bringing you to your knees,” she smiled sadly.

“You have experience in this area?” he questioned softly.

“I love bringing men to their knees,” she grinned, not giving him an inch and he had to respect that. “Go after her,” she told him.

“I don’t think she wants to see me right now,” he replied.

“Probably not,” she told him. “But when she thinks back on this night rationally, all she’ll remember is that you didn’t come after her.”

“You think?” he questioned.

“I know,” she answered. “Now get outta here,” she smiled.

“Thanks beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her hand and then walking back in to face the firing squad.
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