Disclaimer: I don’t own the Quest Team, and this is a strictly non-profit
endeavour. John Denver owns Annie’s Song.
Category: HR
Archivers: Go for it.
Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at a serious fic.
 
 

The moonlight shone over the clear waters beneath the cliffs, making them
look like liquid sapphires. The sky was as dark as those arcane, arcane
waters, and the stars twinkled like diamonds against its velvety expanse.
On this beautiful mid-summer night, seventeen-year-old Jessie Bannon tossed
and turned restlessly in her bed. She moved her hands over her white satin
bed sheets, as if to draw some of their iciness into her own burning body.
It wasn’t her fault, entirely. It was her age. Her young body was crying for
affection, which was, ironically, the only thing she could not provide. For
it was not her own attention her body craved. She wanted him. She wanted to
make love to him and to hold him close, till the sparks that their bodies
created could light a fire in the rain.
She sighed softly, and sat up in her bed. Pulling on her white silk robe,
she left her room, and headed towards the tower. The tower was her solace in
such times. She often headed there, trying to calm herself, trying to lose
her own desires in the enormity of the ocean.
As she neared the lighthouse, she saw a glow coming from the window.
It seems as though someone’s beaten me to it, she thought.
When she reached the top of the lighthouse, she saw it was him.
Jonny Quest stood there, staring out the window, as she so often did,
looking as though he was trying to evade some troublesome thoughts of his
own.
“Jonny?” ventured Jessie.
He turned around, surprised.
“Jessie? What are you doing up so late?”
“Just hanging out I guess… I couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh.”
“Actually, I guess I am sleepy after all… see you later.”
She turned and started down the stairs before he could say anything.
In truth, she was as far from sleepy as day is from night, but it wouldn’t
solve her problem to be in the same room as the object of her desire----the
desire she was fighting so hard to ward off.
She was almost out of the lighthouse when she heard a slow, mellow,
beautifully deep voice.
 

You fill up my senses,
Like a night in a forest.
Like the mountains in springtime,
Like a walk in the rain,
Like a storm in the desert,
Like a sleepy blue ocean …
You fill up my senses,
Come fill me again…
 

It took Jessie a few moments to realize that it was Jonny who was singing
this lovely heartfelt ballad. Without another thought, she raced up the
lighthouse stairs, and stood at the top, completely silent, as Jonny kept on
singing.

Come let me love you,
Let me give my life to you,
Let me drown in your laughter,
Let me die in your arms…
Let me lay down beside you,
Let me always be with you.
Come let me love you,
Come love me again…
 

Jessie let out a soft sigh, and Jonny turned around.
“Jess…?”
“Ssshhh… keep singing.” She whispered softly.

You fill up my senses,
Like a night in a forest.
Like the mountains in springtime,
Like a walk in the rain,
Like a storm in the desert,
Like a sleepy blue ocean…
You fill up my senses,
Come fill me again…

As he very meaningfully sang out the last verse of the song, he stared
eloquently into Jessie’s eyes. The last strains of the melody ended, and
they both lapsed into a silence that was almost obscenely loud with unclear
feelings and unsaid words.
They looked at one another, thinking of they hopes and dreams they had for
each other. How they both felt so deeply, but were afraid of rejection. How
this forbidden love was clawing at their heart, begging them to say
something, and how the fear of their fathers’ wrath silenced them.
Jessie felt hot tears well up in her eyes. She felt a lump in her throat,
but she forced it back.
“We should probably be heading back.” She said finally.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
And, once again, the words were left unstated, leaving both young hearts in
a tumult that seemed as unending as the dark skies above.
 

The End.