Never Too Young - Code Lyoko Fanfic (Chapter 34)Chapter 34
As the factory continued to fill up with more water by the second, Mr. Stern and Mr. Della Robbia knew their hold on the metal plates covering the openings in the ceiling would likely give way any second.
“Hey Einstein!” shouted Mr. Stern. “Hate to make the situation more stressful, but I don’t know how much longer Odd and I can hold on.”
“Just hang in there guys,” replied Mr. Belpois. “The kids are nearly there. There’s just a few monsters left to finish off.”
“Jeremie, this is getting serious,” Mrs. Stern said with her head dripping water. “There’s no way we can keep the water from getting in any more. What’s worse, if it gets down to the super calculator, then we’re in trouble.
Realizing what she meant, Mrs. Belpois replied, “She’s right Jeremie. If we lose the super calculator, we’ll lose our kids and Lyoko forever.”
Stressed to the point of exhaustion,
Never Too Young - Code Lyoko Fanfic (Chapter 26)Chapter 26
It was an ironic feeling to come back to a place that had caused so much distress for almost two years of their lives. Yet even as they crossed the bridge over to the factory, the original Lyoko warriors couldn’t help but feel nostalgic at the fact that were about to return to the world they had thought was saved.
As Mr. Belpois punched in the door code to lower the elevator to the main display room, Mr. Stern asked, “Jeremie, I was wondering… if we head to Lyoko now, do you think our virtual forms would be affected in any way?”
Not having even thought about that possibility, Mr. Belpois replied solemnly, “To be honest Ulrich, I really don’t know. I may need to re-configure a few algorithms in your virtual profiles before I send you there, or else you guys might not come back the same.”
It was at that moment everyone couldn’t help but wonder if it was a good idea for them to return back to Lyoko, at the risk of their physical
Never Too Young - Code Lyoko Fanfic (Chapter 27)Chapter 27
As the former Lyoko warriors descended upon the barren territory that was the desert sector, each couldn’t help but become slightly stunned at how everything in the vast sector still remained exactly the same as it did when they were younger.
“Man, I can’t believe we’re actually back here,” said Mr. Della Robbia as he examined the landscape around him.
“Truth be told,” said Mr. Stern. “The desert sector was always my favorite sector.”
Looking at her husband in his older Lyoko form, Mrs. Stern asked, “Really? Why’s that sweetheart?”
Hearing her question, the father of three found himself flashing back to the day he saved his then friend from falling into the digital sea, and upon saving her, both shared their first “kiss” before returning to the past.
After his flashback ended, Mr. Stern looked back at his bride and said, “Because that was the moment I knew I loved you and couldn’t
Never Too Young - Code Lyoko Fanfic (Chapter 28)Chapter 28
Sitting with an expression mixed with shock and fear, Mr. Belpois leaned back in his chair at the sight of the children emerging from the elevator. After a few seconds of silence, the genius quickly regained his composure and asked, “What are you children doing here? I told you all to stay at home!”
“Daddy, we’re sorry,” said Maya. “But please understand, we only want to help you all.”
“It’s true Mr. Belpois,” said Jace. “There was no way we were going to let you all do this alone.”
Trying his hardest to keep his cool, the father of Maya and Adele walked over to the group and said, “Kids, listen to me, you shouldn’t be here. It’s far too dangerous. X.A.N.A. is unlike anything you kids have ever faced.”
Suddenly, Mr. Belpois noticed that the kids looked soaked to the marrow and asked, “Why are you kids soaked with water?”
“If we had to take any guess,” repli
ComplimentJeremie was never one that was truly able to take compliments well, and he'd always stuttered and stumbled around giving them to those he cared deeply about. And now stood a beautiful pink-haired beauty in front of him; he needed to tell her how magnificent she looked before he combusted.
Aelita stood before him in her sparkly, strapless, pink homecoming dress, which hugged her curves beautifully and fell beautifully to just above her knees. Jeremie had agreed earlier that week to take her to her first high school dance. Now she stood watching him.
Jeremie himself was conscious of the dumbstruck expression on his blushing face, but he couldn't do anything about it to the best of his ability. Aelita watched him carefully, then giggled.
Jeremie took a deep breath before sputtering, "You look wow."
Aelita blushed and smiled in thanks.
"You clean up well too," she returned his compliment. "Shall we go?" she asked, offering him her hand. Jeremie smiled, finally starting to relax. He w
ComplimentIn the middle of Jeremie's room, there was a massive compliment fest going on.
It was a weird idea started by Odd. The little devil could start anything.
Aelita was dealing out the compliments like no other. "You have an interesting style, Odd."
"Thank you Princess," Odd smiled.
Aelita kept doing this until she got to Jeremie and froze. Her heart went all a flutter. She hoped to find a good compliment for him.
Jeremie stepped toward her and smiled, which made her blush. "I love you, Aelita."
Aelita's reaction was brilliant. "I love you, too, Jeremie."
In the poor lighting of the auditorium, two figures were close together, muttering to themselves and one of them handing something to the other. Shadows flickered across them, and they stared at each other, grinning broadly. Emerald and sapphire eyes alike twinkled with a sort of hidden secret that only they knew.
"Okay, I think all the mistletoe is up." Jeremie whispered, winking as he and Aelita went ahead with their devious plan.
Aelita nodded and carefully hid the box within a pile of similar boxes that were going to be recycled. For her part, she had been the distraction every time she saw Ulrich and Yumi, using idle chatter to keep both of then suspecting anything while Jeremie set up mistletoe in key points- places where he thought the two would most likely be hanging around. Jeremie gave a small smile and started to descend the ladder, momentarily staring at their secret weapon. Panicking when they heard Ulrich and Yumi coming closer to their position, they fro
Jerlita week: Nerdy- Admit itJeremy stared with his mouth hanging slightly open, astonishment and surprise written all over his face.
"I did it!" Aelita exclaimed triumphantly, grinning widely.
"But you How?" Jeremy spluttered. His look of surprise was so comical, Aelita had to laugh.
Jeremy kept staring. No, this this wasn't right. It was luck. Or, was it a fluke, maybe, in his strategy? But he had checked, and there were no flukes. No
"You you didn't!"
"Yes, I did, Jeremy. Admit it."
"But " He stared once more. All the evidence was there. She had done it.
"Admit it," Aelita repeated tauntingly, obviously enjoying it too much.
"You know," Odd said as he sauntered over with that annoying grin, "princess is right."
Jeremy sighed for the second time in less than that many minutes
"Admit it," Aelita said once again, smile not dampening.
"Okay, okay, I admit it. Aelita, you've beaten me at chess."
JW: NerdyTime seemed to lose all meaning when Jeremie was kissing Aelita.
Somehow they ended up tangled together on the bed, and thinking about all the ways they touched was too overwhelming on top of the kissing, so Jeremie focused on the kissing. Her mouth was sweet, and every time her lips touched his it felt slightly different. He would never get tired of that or the pressure of her hips against his or the gentle movements of her hands along his back. Her chemistry book was poking him in the side, but really, he couldn't care less.
Then the door slammed open. Jeremie and Aelita jumped apart, but there was only so far apart you could go when your legs were tangled together and your arms were around each other.
"Well, jeeze," said Odd, who did not look at all abashed, "I thought you guys were supposed to be the nerdy ones."
He put his hands on his hips, but before he could announce his purpose, Aelita picked up one of Jeremie's pillows and chucked it at him. "Get out!" Fury transformed her vo
JW: XantheneSomehow, Aelita quickly became a part of every piece of Jeremie's life. He wasn't sure how it happened, but he wasn't about to complain. They didn't sit next to each other in classesthat was determined by last nameand he still ate by himself at lunch, but instead of spending most of his time in his bedroom, he found himself sitting with her. They studied together, usually, and joked about their schoolwork and plans to depose whichever one of them had the top rank in class this week.
He hung out with Odd and his friends more, too. Not on purpose, but because they hung around Aelita, and Aelita hung around Jeremie. He didn't mind that, either. Odd was annoying, but he sort of grew on youonce you got past his singing. And Ulrich and Yumi were actually really nice. Having someone else to talk to was nice, and watching Aelita light up around them was a grand treat.
He couldn't help but like it better when they were alone, though, especially when they sat in his
Pertinacious"Why are you so stubborn?"
Aelita sighed, smiling wryly, and twisted a screw into place. "Because I'm always right, of course," she replied, continue a banter the two geniuses had been going for a while. Standing back, she put her hands on her hips and surveyed her creation. "There. Jeremie, what do you think?"
Jeremie turned slightly from bending his own creation and raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you're always right." Aelita made a face at him, and he grinned. "It's interesting," he told her vaguely, and turned back around.
Jeremie nodded, and Aelita let out an annoyed huff of breath. "Fine then, Mr. Pertinacious."
"Takes one to know one." Now Jeremie stood up slowly, wincing when his back cracked. "Now. You're turn, Aelita. What do you think?"
"Interesting," she replied, smirking at him when he pretended to glare at her. "Mine'll win anyway."
JEremie raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you think so?" He eyed the battle robot she had been working on. "N
Pertinacious [Jerlita Week]Pertinacious
"Oh, come on," Aelita begged. She was on the verge of tears but bravely held them back, as she had done for most of the afternoon. "Please, Nathalie. We have to go home now."
"NOOOOOO!" came the scream again, louder, and the tiny red-faced girl clung, monkey-like, to the bars of the swing-set. "DON'T WANNA."
Aelita bent down, looped her arms lightly around the child's waist, and tugged. In response, Nathalie only clung more tightly, her face screwed up in stubborn defiance. Petulant tears streamed down her face and even though she shouted, her words were barely coherent between sobs.
"I W-WANNA STAY. I'VE ONLY B-BEEN ON THE SWINGS T-T-TEN TIMES."
Jérémie bit his lip, watching the scene unfold with increasing trepidation. Aelita turned to him despairingly, her hair looking more haphazard than usual and her face stricken, all too aware that around them, parents were watching out of the corners of their eyes, their faces at once embarrassed and sym
Celadon [Jerlita Week]Celadon
"Just a little to the left... and... perfect! Jérémie, what do you think?"
"I think the couch still looks a bit off. Do you think we should put it against the opposite wall?"
"Jérémie-! Worry about that later, won't you?"
"Okay, okay. I'm coming."
Jérémie stood up, rubbing at the dull, stiff ache forming at the small of his back and wiping an unpleasant sheen of sweat from the bridge of his nose, where the skin pinched on his still-new glasses. He crossed the room and came to stand beside Aelita, who was poised with her hands on her hips. Her face was set in a proud grin as she stood there, admiring the arrangement of ornaments on the mantelpiece. Surrounding the pair were piles of unpacked boxes, pooled in small clouds of dust stirred up on the linoleum floor by the couple's arrival.
The blond boy not a boy any more, not really, but still with the awkward and unsure stance that had been a distinguishing characteristic in his teens an
Cuddlesome [Jerlita Week]Cuddlesome
It's painstakingly ordinary, and that's possibly the worst part.
He who fought monsters in the heroic days of their youth, who bit back silent screams as he bore electric shocks and the terror of malevolent possession. Superhuman resolve carried him through it all, with the grim expression of one who would never stop trying.
She always thought him invincible, in a strange sort of way. No matter how fragile or insecure he seemed; when she gazed at him, she saw deep beneath the surface, to determination and dedication that flowed through him as steadfastly as blood and oxygen.
And now he lies here on the roadside, and her heart breaks in two at the sight of him; the pallor of his face, the disturbing, unnatural angle of his splayed limbs, the complete unresponsiveness as she smooths back his hair, takes his hand quietly in her own.
There is a car embedded in a tree, the painfully harsh light of ambulance sirens. Pounding footsteps, shouts. A scream, and harsh, racking s
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