Title: A Talkative Soul
Author:Emerald
Fandom: Mallrats
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob
Rating:PG
Spoilers: yeah, I think so, but I also think you already know about tthese
facts!!!:)
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action figures for me to play with!!:D
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WARNINGS!!!!: this snippet was written at 2:00am and never beta-ed!!So
forgive my mistakes or point them to me (offlist!!) so I don't repeat
them!!:D AH!And mild bad language!
I'm a new born fanatic for askewniverse and watching Mallrats I noticed
Bob's sad face when...that broke my heart and I had to write !! So please be
very kind because this fandom is not my forte!I love it but can't do it:)
I crave for feedback!:) But who doesn't?
Oh...and forgive me for not knowing the name of that wonderful toy!!:P

A Talkative Soul
by Emerald

Listening to the storming boots hitting the pavement I tried to run faster
than I ever did. The cops were just a few feet away from me and a little bit
more distant of my younger friend.

If we got caught it would be jail for sure. Well I had nothing with me, but
him... He would be as good as dead in the hands of all those willing to
serve and protect, the rich, police officers.

Not that being behind bars was something new for us. I had being trapped in
a cage for a couple of days and times; he had spent a long, awful and damned
winter enclosed by four cold walls. For all that shit we had to escape this
time.

And hell! We were just trying to help a friend to get his love back. It'd be
so ludicrous to get arrested for doing nothing let's say...serious.

So we ran. I approached him and signaled we had to be quick as the wind. And
suddenly we were so fast that ours pursuers faded from sight. Or so we thought.
As we turned to the right, a bad move to say the least, the worst happened.
We ended up completely stucked in a mall outside alley. 

I had to think about a escape route while my frantic partner screamed for me
to do something, anything. He was so scared.

Thankfully I remembered I had my belt and rope gun on. And in a comic book
move I found our exit to the sky. He was stunned and so relieved. Happy as
an eight years old. I brought him closer to my body and as soon the rope was
safely tied I felt his arms closing around me in a literally life hold embrace.

Floating in the air, we were quiet, estatic for a few minutes that seemed
like forever. The guards came and, blessed be the force, were gone in a
blink. His shallow breath became regular and in a very Jay way to thanks he
recalled the Joker's words. Oh....then came the unexpected, something I
could really never expect from him. Not really. A kiss, the briefest of the
pecks, but one that spoke tons of what he might be feeling on that very moment.

This small show of affection, quite unconscious I'm sure, made my heart miss
a beat. I lost my count of how many days and nights I've dreamt and desired
to feel his lips on my skin. No matter how innocent this touch was, it meant
something. I knew it.

His head on my shoulder, his breath on my neck and hair, I made our way back
to the safer ground. He stepped out of our hold, nodded a little and said
"Let's get out of here Bob! Let's hide!".

No gestures, no curses, no bad names. He was embarassed. And to tell the
truth so was I. Embarassed and foolishly in love. 

We entered the bookstore and made it our home for next hour. Who would guess
that I really like to read? I found a nice book and was in the middle of a
interview with a new movie director when TS discovered us. Again he asked
for help. Again Jay was in full destroyer mode.

It hurt me badly when Jay call me *tubby bitch* in front of TS. I can't
explain why it hurt so much, but it did and I barely could hide it. I think
I've completely lost it for this man... Sometimes I wish he would shut up
and stop calling me names. But actually I know it is his strange way to get
closer to me. Oh, and he does. And I could never avoid his presence, or his
nutty mind.

Maybe if I keep putting up with his crazy ramblings I will find courage
enough to silence his endless words. Maybe with another kiss. A tender,
loving, passionate, stoned one.

Yeah... maybe, nooch!!
THE END ;)