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thejusticelounge2012-11-06 06:31 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-11-06 06:31 pm
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what happened on mogo
((this takes place during Purge of the Soul, when Kyle takes off on Mogo to find a beach away from his fellow Lanterns ))
“I want a beach,” Kyle proclaimed, and turned to the other three Lanterns. “I’ll meet you guys back here in two hours.” He briefly saluted them, and then flew off.
He meandered a good distance away as Mogo quietly crafted a beach three miles away, that looked almost exactly like the one the planet Lantern had made for him and Jen, years ago.
Jenny.
“You know what I really want, Mogo,” Kyle said, as he landed and stripped himself out of the uniform, a plain pair of long shorts and a tshirt constructing over his body. “Give me what I want, please. Please bring her back, you know who I mean. I need…I need to -“
“Hold your horses, cowboy,” Jenny said, stepping out from a grove of banana-type trees. “I’m here, I’m here.” She approached him and smiled, half-sweet, half-snark as she teased a finger along his chest. “Or should I say ‘cool your jets’ now, hmmm?”
Kyle threw his arms around Jen, holding her tight enough that he nearly wanted to weep. He could hear her draw in a breath to speak but he cut her off.
“It’s okay, I know you’re not real, I know Mogo made you for me. I know. I just…I needed to see you, I miss you so much right now Jen.”
“Well looks like Mister Man needs some of…this -! ” Jenny jumped up on him and clung tight, wrapping her legs around his waist as he took a few steps backwards to catch his balance again. Kyle couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Better?”
“Heh…I have a friend now who does this same thing, you know. Steph Brown.” Kyle looked up at her, cradling her easily around her bum. “Batgirl? You’d love her, Jen.”
“Kyle, you silly angel. You didn’t come here to tell your imaginary ex-girlfriend how much she reminds you of some other girl, did you?”
Kyle shook his head as he leaned his forehead against her breasts and sighed in her scent. It wasn’t Jenny - not the real Jenny’s scent. No, this version smelled like grass and earth. Like Mogo. “I’ve been feeling so lost, Jen. Half the time I feel so sad and confused…depressed, really. Like when Alex died. When you died. I feel like no one loves me anymore, not like you did. And no one ever will. And I deserve it.”
Jenny made a cooing noise as she brushed her fingers through his hair. “And the other half of the time?”
“The other half I’m on the top of the world, I feel like I can do anything and I’m so lucky to be loved. And I’m so happy. And even though things get rough, I can get through it, with a little help from my friends. And…and Hal loves me. He loves me a lot, and he tells me a lot. And I love thinking of that.”
Jenny’s laugh was like a waterfall. “Sweetie, you just sound like you, like you always do. You’ve always been moody, you know that. My moody little romantic artist.” She prodded his scalp. “C’mon this flight’s not over yet. Captain Jordan said it’s another hour or so till touchdown. So tell Flight Attendant Jenny what’s really going on?”
Kyle laughed into her chest, smacking her bum once. “Snarky monkey.” He sighed, staying silent for a while before speaking up again.
“It’s…mom. Since she died I just feel so off-balance. I’ve been putting it off for so long, trying not to think about it. I don’t know who to talk to about it, about her. I don’t know. Her death, Jenny. Something about it just seemed…wrong. But then I keep thinking maybe that’s just my guilt talking, like. Like I need something to be ‘not right’ to justify why I purposely avoided her while she died. Then I feel like an idiot whining about my dead mom, I mean. Look at who I’m surrounded by. Who doesn’t have a dead-parent tale of woe, right? I don’t know. I don’t know. Tell me what to do.”
“Well, you can put me down first,” Jenny said, and as he released her, she folded herself onto the sand. Jenny pulled Kyle down beside her and settled herself against him.
“Second, you can go back to your friends and your…novio, you call him? So cute!” She pinched his nose. “And then? You can trust in them. Just like you…trusted in me.” He voice got a little sad, but Kyle ignored it. ”They love you so much more than you even know, you silly goose. Stop doubting them, and stop doubting how much they want to do for you, if you just ask them. You’re not alone anymore, baby. You keep forgetting that.”
“I do keep forgetting that,” Kyle murmured, and looked out at the waves breaking. He held her hand. “And you’re right. Of course you are. You always are.”
“I know I am, sweetheart. Peanuts? Or pretzels?”
“I want a beach,” Kyle proclaimed, and turned to the other three Lanterns. “I’ll meet you guys back here in two hours.” He briefly saluted them, and then flew off.
He meandered a good distance away as Mogo quietly crafted a beach three miles away, that looked almost exactly like the one the planet Lantern had made for him and Jen, years ago.
Jenny.
“You know what I really want, Mogo,” Kyle said, as he landed and stripped himself out of the uniform, a plain pair of long shorts and a tshirt constructing over his body. “Give me what I want, please. Please bring her back, you know who I mean. I need…I need to -“
“Hold your horses, cowboy,” Jenny said, stepping out from a grove of banana-type trees. “I’m here, I’m here.” She approached him and smiled, half-sweet, half-snark as she teased a finger along his chest. “Or should I say ‘cool your jets’ now, hmmm?”
Kyle threw his arms around Jen, holding her tight enough that he nearly wanted to weep. He could hear her draw in a breath to speak but he cut her off.
“It’s okay, I know you’re not real, I know Mogo made you for me. I know. I just…I needed to see you, I miss you so much right now Jen.”
“Well looks like Mister Man needs some of…this -! ” Jenny jumped up on him and clung tight, wrapping her legs around his waist as he took a few steps backwards to catch his balance again. Kyle couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Better?”
“Heh…I have a friend now who does this same thing, you know. Steph Brown.” Kyle looked up at her, cradling her easily around her bum. “Batgirl? You’d love her, Jen.”
“Kyle, you silly angel. You didn’t come here to tell your imaginary ex-girlfriend how much she reminds you of some other girl, did you?”
Kyle shook his head as he leaned his forehead against her breasts and sighed in her scent. It wasn’t Jenny - not the real Jenny’s scent. No, this version smelled like grass and earth. Like Mogo. “I’ve been feeling so lost, Jen. Half the time I feel so sad and confused…depressed, really. Like when Alex died. When you died. I feel like no one loves me anymore, not like you did. And no one ever will. And I deserve it.”
Jenny made a cooing noise as she brushed her fingers through his hair. “And the other half of the time?”
“The other half I’m on the top of the world, I feel like I can do anything and I’m so lucky to be loved. And I’m so happy. And even though things get rough, I can get through it, with a little help from my friends. And…and Hal loves me. He loves me a lot, and he tells me a lot. And I love thinking of that.”
Jenny’s laugh was like a waterfall. “Sweetie, you just sound like you, like you always do. You’ve always been moody, you know that. My moody little romantic artist.” She prodded his scalp. “C’mon this flight’s not over yet. Captain Jordan said it’s another hour or so till touchdown. So tell Flight Attendant Jenny what’s really going on?”
Kyle laughed into her chest, smacking her bum once. “Snarky monkey.” He sighed, staying silent for a while before speaking up again.
“It’s…mom. Since she died I just feel so off-balance. I’ve been putting it off for so long, trying not to think about it. I don’t know who to talk to about it, about her. I don’t know. Her death, Jenny. Something about it just seemed…wrong. But then I keep thinking maybe that’s just my guilt talking, like. Like I need something to be ‘not right’ to justify why I purposely avoided her while she died. Then I feel like an idiot whining about my dead mom, I mean. Look at who I’m surrounded by. Who doesn’t have a dead-parent tale of woe, right? I don’t know. I don’t know. Tell me what to do.”
“Well, you can put me down first,” Jenny said, and as he released her, she folded herself onto the sand. Jenny pulled Kyle down beside her and settled herself against him.
“Second, you can go back to your friends and your…novio, you call him? So cute!” She pinched his nose. “And then? You can trust in them. Just like you…trusted in me.” He voice got a little sad, but Kyle ignored it. ”They love you so much more than you even know, you silly goose. Stop doubting them, and stop doubting how much they want to do for you, if you just ask them. You’re not alone anymore, baby. You keep forgetting that.”
“I do keep forgetting that,” Kyle murmured, and looked out at the waves breaking. He held her hand. “And you’re right. Of course you are. You always are.”
“I know I am, sweetheart. Peanuts? Or pretzels?”