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characters are the property of DC Comics. The story contents are the creation
and property of Djinn and are copyright (c) 2005 by Djinn. This story is Rated
PG-13.
Something to Build
by Djinn
The light shines into her
eyes, causing Diana to roll away from it and into something warm and solid.
"Good
morning." It is Kal's voice.
She remembers, waves of
memory crashing in on her. They
fought. They nearly killed each
other. They ran away. To Asgard.
Together.
Opening her eyes slowly,
still marveling that she is no longer blind, she sees him studying her. "Good morning."
One thousand years they spent
together here, sometimes even waking near each other. But never this way. Never with his hand creeping down her waist,
with the possessive look on his face as he leans in and kisses her.
"We're safe," he
murmurs. "We're together. It is a good morning."
She smiles under his
kiss. They are safe, and that is
important. Even if it is not like either
of them to be cowards and shirk their duties.
But this time...this time she is too tired to keep fighting, and she
thinks Kal is too. "We've fought
enough in one lifetime." She does
not mean to say it out loud.
Kal only smiles, as if he has
followed her mental path and does not need any clarification. "We have, Diana. More than enough. And we've lost enough. You especially."
"We both died."
He nods solemnly, as if he
knows she needs to work this out.
"Painfully."
"Very." She touches his lips. "You're mine?"
"I'm yours. But I'm not sure I'm anyone's idea of a prize
package." He kisses her fingers,
lingering on each one.
She closes her eyes. "I'm not sure I am either."
"Then we're well
matched."
She laughs and cuddles in
against him. As she moves, her uniform
seems to poke her, and she tries to get comfortable. Smiling, Kal gets up and goes to the door,
opening it.
"Thor's a man of his
word," he says, bending over and picking something up from the hall
floor. He comes back in with clothing that
looks soft and warm, like it will cover her up, for once. Moving closer, he sets the clothing down on a
stool by their furs. "Why don't you
take that off if it's bothering you?"
She knows that he has
probably peeked under her uniform a thousand times. But she is suddenly shy. "You first."
"You want me to take it
off you?" He laughs and dodges her
slap. "Oh, you mean take mine
off?"
She nods. Suddenly, her mouth goes dry and her heart
starts to pound. She is nervous. More than nervous.
"Diana, have you
ever...?"
"No." She's had chances to make love. Men she wanted to sleep with. But something always intervened. Trevor's fate. Bruce's better judgment. Kal's marriage.
"Do you want to
wait?"
"No." She sounds more assured in that answer, and
she sees him smile in what looks like relief.
"I take it that was the right answer?"
"Oh, yes. Very much so." He begins to take off his uniform, blushing a
little as he does it, which charms her.
"You could keep me company in this?"
She slips her uniform off,
and they stand naked in front of each other.
"We look alike."
He is staring at her
chest. "No, sweetheart. We really don't." Winking at her, he pulls her close. "And that's a good thing."
She kisses him. The way she's always wanted to. As if he is hers. As if he will only ever be hers. She hears him sigh, and feels some tension
go out of her. He wants her. He likes kissing her. She doesn't need to be nervous.
He pulls her back down to the
furs, whispers, "I'm still very tired.
That fight..."
"I know. Me too."
Her body is aching still. But she
doesn't care--he might though. "If
you want to wait...?"
"Did I say
that?" Pulling the top fur back
over them, he holds her tightly against him.
She can feel his heart
beating quickly. Her own is keeping time
with it.
"We have all the time in
the world," he says. "I don't
want to rush."
"Me either." She kisses him again, and when she's done,
she studies him.
He is smiling, a deeply
satisfied expression. But also one a
little sad. "We can't ever go
back."
"Yes, we can. Anytime we want. But I don't want to." She touches his cheek, tracking his jaw to
his ear.
"I feel guilty."
"Me too." Then she meets his eyes. "I don't feel guilty enough to go
back. Do you?"
"No. That's why I feel guilty."
She laughs softly. "Some superheroes."
"They'll write sagas
about us. It will be very
romantic." He pushes her to her
back. "Speaking of romantic. Where was I?"
She pulls him to her, and he
picks up right where they left off.
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"So, friend Kal, what is
it you and Diana have done to merit this sudden need for sanctuary?"
"I can't tell you
yet." Kal looks up from the hide
he's writing on. "But I'll sing it
to you when I get this saga done."
"An acceptable
trade. Should we expect anyone to try to
find you?"
Diana sighs. "Ares, maybe?"
"I never liked
him." Thor is slapping his
monstrous hammer against his palm.
"A rematch would be nice."
"Who won the first
time?" Kal asks, not looking up from his saga extraordinaire.
"I did, of course. I always win."
"Except when you
die," Diana says gently.
"That goes for all of
us," Kal says with a smile for her.
"What rhymes with Bruce?"
"They don't have to
rhyme," Diana says gently, but Thor coughs loudly. "They do?"
"It is preferred."
"Mine never did. The men never complained."
Kal laughs. "Diana, you could recite the phone book
to them and they'd be mesmerized."
"He's so sweet,"
she says to Thor, who she can tell has no earthly idea what the phone book is,
but he's wearing the same sappy look the men used to have when she made up her
non-rhyming sagas. "I can't believe
you didn't tell me they were supposed to rhyme." She tries to whap Kal, but he dodges her
hand.
"He was too busy
pretending he was not in love with you."
Thor catches Kal's eye. "And
truce rhymes with your word."
"So it does." For a moment, Kal seems sad. As if he wishes they'd tried to make some
truce with Bruce. Then he looks over at
Diana. "No war. No need for truces. Right?"
She touches his hand. "Right."
Their smiles are sweet. She thinks they mask utter sadness,
though. And writing sagas or sitting
idle in the warm sunshine is not helping mitigate that.
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"Are you
okay?" Kal's words seem to rumble
up from his chest, making it move under her cheek.
She lies against him, sweaty,
sated. Their lovemaking is everything
she ever thought it would be. And
more. They are equals, their bodies made
for each other. He does not have to hold
back, neither does she. There is no
fear, just play and love and deepest desire.
"How could I not be
okay?" It is a wonderful answer,
but not the answer he is looking for.
She has learned that he is not easily distracted.
"Diana..."
"I'm..."
"Just say it. Starts with a 'B'..."
Rising enough so she can look
at him, she asks, "Are you bored, too?"
"Well, not right at this
moment." He runs his hands down to
the small of her back, where they meet, clasping over her skin. It sends shivers down her spine.
"No, I didn't mean right
at this moment, either." She kisses
him deeply, loving the way he opens to her, the way he lets her in. In every way that matters. "We're not doing any good here."
"Is there any good to do
here?" He shifts, bringing her with
him, so that she is nestled against his side.
"When we fought, we did good.
But now?"
"Do you want to
leave?" She sighs, snaking her arm
around his waist. "Olympus was this
way, too. Nothing to do that made a
difference."
"You were a goddess
there."
"What are gods? What are we?" She closes her eyes. "I used to understand how things worked. They were my deities, my goddesses and
gods. I worshipped them willingly. I saw glory and beauty and grace in
them."
"Until they started to
make you do their dirty work?" He
kisses her cheek gently.
"Or until they started
to fight each other. They're just like
us...only they're worse."
"Created in our
image?"
"Don't let Thor hear you
say that." She shifts so that she
can reach his lips. Kissing him for a
long time, she considers their options.
When she finally pulls away,
he says, "Shouldn't it be a joint decision?"
Surprised, she looks up at
him.
"You get distracted when
you're thinking." He kisses her,
making her pay attention. "That
time you weren't thinking. So, what did
you decide?"
"We could explore. Thor said there were lots of things we hadn't
seen when we were here the first time."
"You think we'll find
someone who needs our help?"
"Maybe?" Yawning, she curls in against him again. "I'm tired. We can figure it out in the morning."
"Diana?"
"Mmmm?"
"I love you. I'm bored with Asgard, not with you."
Smiling, she says, "I
knew that. I'm not bored with you
either."
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Asgard is beautiful. Beautiful and full of hale and hearty
gods. There is nothing for Diana and Kal
to do other than play, sing sagas, drink mead, which Kal detests, and make love. The making love part is good. Everything else is wearing thin quickly.
"We make terrible lotus
eaters." Kal has flown in from a
quick foray east this time. Or what
they've decided is east. Asgard really
doesn't work the way regular space does, but to keep it simple, they use the
old terms.
Holding out his hand, he rises
a bit off the ground. "Fly with
me?"
She clasps his hand, and they
fly together for a moment. Then she
takes off and they race and play tag in the sky. Some of Thor's warriors watch them, their
looks wistful, and it occurs to Diana that they envy her and Kal this
ability. Then she forgets about the
warriors, giving herself up to riding the wind, speeding past Kal until he
grabs her legs and sends her spiraling toward the ground.
"No fair," she
says, already recovering, staying low and in his blind spot as she catches up
to him.
He slows, turning and she
turns with him, keeping where he can't see her even as she flies closer.
"Diana?"
She is on him then, pushing
him down to the ground, falling heavily on top of him. They are like this sometimes. Almost violent in their passion. She laughs as he kisses her, ripping off his
furs and joining her body with his.
Their union is lusty and fast, neither trying to prolong it.
But his eyes are tender as he
does up her shirt, his hands lingering on her chest. "I love you so." It comes out of him as if it is a great
discovery.
But she understands why he
says it the way he does. This love is a
voyage. One she did not expect to take
with him until many years from now. To
have it now, to want it this bad and then get it. It is heaven.
But it isn't enough to make
either of them happy. That is the other
thing it means when he blurts it out that way.
That they need to leave. They
need to do more with their lives then just play and rut on the ground like
crazed beasts.
Although she doesn't want to
give up the crazed beasts part just yet.
If ever.
"Where do we go,
then?" She is staring at him
calmly. She has thought about this; she
knows he has too.
He meets her eyes, does not
blink. "Back."
She waits a moment, then nods
slowly. "Yes."
"Bruce may..."
"I know."
"But we go
together. We're together now,
Diana. I don't want to give you up. I won't."
"We're
together." She holds out her hand
to him. "For now. For as long as we love. By our will and our desire." It is the old ritual. The Amazon partnership ritual. Good for as long as love lasts--some
partnerships have lasted forever.
He smiles, and she can see
that he recognizes the solemnity of the words, even if he might not understand
the weight of ritual behind them.
"For now. For as long as we
love. By our will and our desire." He is squeezing her hand so hard that if she
were mortal, it would break. "We
are together." He says it as pure
fact. No doubt at all in his voice.
"We are
together." Moving into his arms,
she kisses him. She knows it may be the
last time they kiss. They may not be
forgiven their flight. They may not find
welcoming arms.
"We go back to the
moment we left. Just like before."
It would be easier to let
some years pass. It would be safer. But she has learned in Asgard that neither of
them thrives on safety. "Just like
before."
She suddenly has the need to
make love to him again, to feel his body on hers, his heart beating against her
chest. "Love me. One last time."
"It will not be our last
time. We will survive." But he is tearing off the shirt he just
fastened. He is pulling her to him fiercely,
pushing her down to the ground with a passion that almost scares her. Or it would, if she were not feeling it too.
"I love you so,
Kal. I love you more for being willing
to go back."
"I know. I love you more for that too."
Then they do not talk
anymore. They only love.
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They appear in the watchtower
conference room, and intruder alerts go off madly, then shut down as they
recognize the familiar signatures.
No one comes running. They turn, see Bruce sitting at the table,
studying them. "You came
back." He picks up a glass--it
looks like it's full of whiskey.
"You didn't suspend our
accesses?" Kal looks at her. This is not what they expected.
"Guess not. Sit down." He thrusts two glasses out, making them slide
across the wide table. Then he tosses
the bottle to Kal, who catches it easily.
"Pour."
"What are we drinking
to?" she asks as she sits down, letting Kal pour for her.
"To the happy
couple." Bruce's eyes are shaded by
the way he is sitting, the way his cowl blocks the light.
She can't tell what he is thinking. But she suddenly wonders if Thor came up with
truce by chance. This appears to be a
truce. Dark and mysterious, and hard to
understand. But a truce. Of the bat-kind.
Taking the glass from Kal,
she lifts it. "To coming
home?" She lets her voice rise,
lets Bruce know it is a question.
"To never having
left." He motions for Kal to sit.
"We did leave. We've been gone for months."
"Not according to my
timepiece." Bruce leans back, his
cowl no longer shadowing his face.
"Although my new friend Loki tells me you two had quite the time of
it wherever the hell you were. He's
annoying, by the way." He downs his
glass and gestures for Kal to toss him back the bottle.
"Loki was
here?" In all their time in Asgard,
they'd never met him.
"Sent by Thor. Big guy, heavy-duty tool user? Friend of yours, or so Loki said." He studies them, and Diana feels as if she is
a bug pinned to a biology board.
"And what else did he
say?" she asks.
"That you were all
better and would be home soon."
Diana hears Kal laugh. Thor knew the whole time they were
bored? That they'd eventually decide to
come home? She supposes he might have known
that. He's spent most of his life around
heroes, after all.
"I'm sorry." Bruce pushes his chair out.
"What was
that?" Diana isn't sure she's heard
him right.
"I'm sorry that you
thought you had to run. That you thought
you couldn't trust me. That you damn
near killed each other." He looks
at Kal, then at her. "And I'm sorry
that--and I'm only going to say this once and then we're going to forget this
moment ever happened--I'm damned sorry you chose him instead of me." He takes a deep breath as if saying that was
the hardest thing he's ever done. Then
he puts the stopper back in the bottle, picks up his glass, and says, "One
of you has duty. I don't care which one
of you. Try not to have sex in the
monitor room."
"Is all hell still
breaking loose?" Kal asks softly.
"Why wouldn't it
be? But I figured a toast was in
order. That's what best friends do. We are still friends, aren't we?" He looks back at them, his expression stern.
They both nod quickly.
"Good." Then he is gone, disappearing as only the
Batman can.
"Loki, huh?" Kal is grinning at her. "Did you put Thor up to that?"
"I didn't. I swear." Then she squints at him in suspicion--he is
so good at misdirection. She thinks he
learned it from Bruce. "Did you?"
"I may have suggested to
Thor that we sure were sorry we could never go home..."
Smiling, she presses up
against him. "I thought this was a
joint decision?"
"It was." He kisses her softly. "But the groundwork wasn't."
"Is this how you managed
Lois?" She is instantly sorry she
said that.
He looks down. "Yeah.
It is."
"It's okay. I don't mind."
"She never did
either."
Swallowing hard, she says,
"If you want to go back to her...?"
He meets her eyes. "If you want to go after him...?"
She wishes he'd answered her
instead of throwing it back in her court.
But she sees this is for her to start.
"We said for as long as we love.
I'm not done loving you yet."
He doesn't smile, and she
thinks the worst thing he could say would be that he is done loving her. But then he pulls her to him, a slow smile
breaking through. "I'll never be
done loving you."
"That's a long time,
Kal."
"It's a heartbeat is
all." His grin is pure Kansas farm
boy, as is his charming logic.
"I'll take it--whatever
time we have, I'll take it." She
reaches for his hand. "Race you for
duty?"
"And what is the winner
going to do while the loser does duty?"
She grins, knows it is a
wicked expression. "Look for the
cameras Bruce has no doubt put in the monitor room. He was practically daring us to find them,
you know?"
He grins back, an identical
expression. "I know he
was." He holds out his hand, and
she takes it.
They walk together solemnly,
until they can't stand it and take off racing to the monitor room.
It's a tie. By design, she thinks. But she doesn't mind. She lets Kal start out on monitor duty,
starts to search the area for Bat-devices.
By the time Wally relieves
them, they've found five.
"I thought you were out
of contr--" The Flash's tongue proves too fast
for his brain. "I mean..."
"I'm all better,"
Kal says lightly, as he wraps his arm around Diana. "Let's go, hon'."
She snakes her arm around him
too, winking at Wally. "See ya."
Frowning deeply, Wally says,
"What the hell? Did I miss a
meeting or something? Does Batman know
about this?"
"Hell has nothing to do
with it. No. And Yes."
Kal turns back and grins at Wally.
"If you need either of us, we'll be together."
Diana smiles. There's nothing more to say than that.
FIN