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Character(s): Jecht, Meg, guards...
Content: The two decide to blow this popsicle stand, and head out to the land of permasunny.
Setting: Jecht's place → Joutenheim
Time: How can you tell? It's snow o'clock pm.
Warnings: Shirtless Jecht, and shameless flirting I suspect.

Jecht was just about finished packing a bag full of useful items -- some utensils, tools... some food for the trip. He was sure that once they got out to the islands he'd be able to find something edible out there. And besides... that dream version of the kid had said he was a fisherman wasn't he? Yeah... the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced he could probably wrangle one in with his bare hands.

With a grin he strapped the last few things into place, and fastened it shut, slinging it across his back. "That about does it," he nodded, wondering how proud Auron would be to know he was going in prepared.

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In stark contrast to Jecht, Meg hadn't packed a thing -- the truth was, she didn't have anything to pack to begin with. With the exception of the very heavy, very fluffy cloak she was presently wrapped up in, that is.

"Don't suppose you'll be putting on a shirt?" she asked, coming up from the hallway to join him. Despite the easy teasing, there was a note of affection in her voice and her violet eyes were warm. Under the cloak, her hands curled into fists, however. This was more than just a little vacation get-away for her.

Hades was watching her...always. But she'd be damned before she gave up this little slice of happiness. Having given up one too many times, Megara decided to take her future in her own hands. Maybe Jecht was corrupting her after all.

"Huh?" her question caught him off guard. He stood there for a moment, thinking it over. "I guess it's probably chilly out there, huh?" he walked over to the cloest, and swung it open. When they'd scaled mount Gagazet on the pilgrimage, he could recall a night or two where more layers would definitely have been welcomed.

When he emerged again into view, he was wrapping a scarf around his neck, and nodding. Somehow this seemed like a suitable choice. "All right, let's get outta here," he pumped a fist and flashed her a grin, heading towards the door and swinging it open, a gust of cold wind rushing in.

She blinked, staring dead-pan at Jecht's solution to warming up. After a moment, she chuckled quietly and shook her head. Typical Jecht. The warm feeling inside her heart at the sight was simply affection, of course...nothing like love. The very idea.

Her thought process was interrupted rudely by a freezing blast. "Sweet Ceres! How can it be so cold!" she gasped, immediately going behind Jecht to let his big body take most of the damage.

Jecht grunted, trudging forward into what was looking more like a frozen wasteland than the city of Paixao. "If this is the best they can throw at us these days, they're in for a rude awakening!" he shouted into the wind. He reached behind in to take Meg by the hand and began to blaze the trail. "C'mon, warm sands and the blazin' hot sun are waitin' for us!"

"Ugh," she could merely groan in response. Times like this, she really wished there was something like a heated chariot or something. He really expected them to trudge through this weather all the way to another floor? Still, his hand wrapped around her hand was warm and comforting, rough to the touch though it was. Using her free hand to grasp her cloak even more tightly closed, she watched his craggy profile was they walked.

Even now, a part of her still wanted to wrench her hand away and go disappearing into the snow, away from him. What if she got hurt again? What if he got hurt? She couldn't tell what Hades might be thinking of her relationship with Jecht, but she'd bet her last drachma it wasn't anything good. Anything that made her happy was bad in Hades' book.

Jecht was making a path through the snow with the ease a snow plow might have had. He was sure to make his footsteps extra big so that Meg had the liberty of choosing to walk in his path if she wanted. With his head held high, he didn't look to have a care in the world, a big dumb grin on his face, as he turned slightly to get a look at her.

"Bet you never had the chance to do something this invigorating back home, eh??" He was half-joking, yelling over the force of the winds.

She looked down at the large footsteps he left with surprise. A small smile on her face, she hopped into them rather than bursting through the snow on her own, just as he'd planned. When he did little thoughtful things like this, it always took her by surprise. In her life, he was an anomaly.

"Depends on your...definition of invigorating..." Meg panted, red-faced from exertion and wind. "How are you even used...to this?"

"Last place I got dumped in... heh, prepared me for stuff like this. Climbin' mountains, crossin' the seas -- it was all par for the course," there's a half-smile as he thinks about the time he spent in Spira, along the pilgrimage road with Auron and Braska... back then, he hadn't known how naïve his thoughts were, but... they were still fond memories nonetheless.

Coming upon some tracks, and noting that they were covered in snow... Jecht frowned, knowing that this was going to make things a little more difficult. "Looks like the trains aren't runnin' in this stuff, either..." he groaned.

"Ahh..." Meg groaned, falling on her knees into the snow. "Let's just forget it, okay? There's no way we can make it in this." She sighed and rubbed her lower back, annoyed resignation on her face as she looked up at Jecht. "You might be used to this macho man stuff, but I don't have anything to prove. Let's just go back."

'Forget it' 'give up' 'go back' 'this is crazy' ... these were all phrases that had no place in the Jechtonary. As Meg sank to her knees, he turned and smirked. Without so much as a warning, he bent down, wrapped one arm around her back, and the other scooped up her legs as he stood tall again. "This'll be much easier on your feet!" He ignored all other statements about this plan not working, and trudged forward again, looking down to smile at her reassuringly with a warm grin.

"What --! Stop it! Idiot!" Her voice had taken on a bit of a quavery note as he easily lifted her. She fell completely silent, however, at the grin he shot her. Feeling herself blush, Megara stared up at him in shock before looking away entirely. What was she, some little girl? Was she really impressed by a muscled-headed idiot like him, just because he was a little dashing? And...gentle. And...

"You don't have to do this..." Megara finally grumbled, lifting her small hand -- made all the more tiny in comparison to him -- and placing it on the broad expanse of his chest.

He knew that he didn't have to. In fact, doing things that he had to do wasn't exactly one of his strong points, either. "Yeah, well -- sometimes there's just things you wanna do," he didn't look down at her again, only forward as he pressed on towards the gates ahead.

Jecht didn't feel the cold anymore. Especially not with Meg pressed up against him. "Besides, this works for keepin' me warm, too," he chuckled.

Before she could stop herself, Meg was nuzzling and snuggling a little closer, enjoying the reprieve on her ankles as well as from the wind. This close, she could hear his heart beating, feel the warm breath that clouded into the cold air. He was so very much alive right now.

"...Jecht?" She avoiding looking at him, instead closing her eyes. "I...I just want you to know that I'm...really glad you're here." Ever present in her mind, Hades and the threat he posed loomed. If anything should happen, she wanted to make sure this man, this singular man, understood just how important he was to her.

A grin spread its way across his lips. Deep down... it really felt good to just -- be needed again, if he was being honest with himself. These were the first steps on his road to redemption, he was sure. If he was making a difference in just one person's life already... then he was on the right path.

He chuckled, enjoying the warm sensation of feeling her pressed against him. "I get that a lot," he was joking, of course, but it felt good, even now, to be able to feel lighthearted.

The vibration of his laughter rumbled through his chest and to her hand. She smiled, feeling all the warmer for it. "Jecht, I..."

"Halt! No exit is permitted by order of the Mayor!"

Whatever Megara had been about to say, she was cut off by the authoritative call of the guards as they approached the gate. She sucked in her breath and scowled over her shoulder at the men that were steadily nearing them. "Great..."

The guards put no scare into the great Jecht. "Now you listen here," he began, "There's no way we're stayin' in this frozen miserable town if I have anythin' to say about it! If your mayor's got a problem with it, then he can come out and tell me himself! But until then," he lowered his arms to let Meg down onto her own feet -- then stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "If you're the only ones I have to get through, then why don't we make this quick?"

The guards took an involuntary step back from the brawny threat Jecht posed before they gathered themselves and stood their ground. Meg put her hand on Jecht's back to try to keep him back. "No, Jecht, come on...let's just forget it, okay?" Unfortunately, the guards were already on their way to arrest them. One of them maneuvered around to take hold of Meg's upper arm in a vise grip.

"Ow! Hey, hands off, pal!" She slapped at the guard.

"What do you think you're -- !!" The moved to grab onto the collar of the guards clothing who dared to lay a hand on Meg -- only to be immediately shoved back by two more of the men. "I don't think so!" he shouted, taking an arm and swinging it outwards, sending one of the guards that had tried to detain him reeling backwards.

Of course, that didn't stop two more from charging at him, trying to lock his arms into position behind his back. "Hnngh! You'd better back off if you know what's good for you!"

"Jecht!" While he had been busy handling more men than was strictly fair, more guards had come to the aid of the ones presently being pummeled by the brawny blitzball player. Unfortunately that meant a couple were free to grab Megara and drag her away, despite a good elbow to the face and a few choice stomps on armored feet.

"Let me go, you -- mmph!" One now had a hand over her mouth, pulling her hair back with force as they continued to pull her away from the melee of many guards against a single man.

"No way, pal!" there was another face that met with his elbow, but it seemed like there was another ugly mug right there to take it's place. He hated to admit it -- not to mention admitting it too late -- he was just plain out-manned.

And they even had their hands all over Meg! Watching as they man-handled her did nothing to calm him down, and he felt a surge of adernaline pump through him as he tossed a guard off of his back. "Meg!" he cried out, flinging another off of his arm as he reached out. "Meg!!" he yelled as two more lept forward to pin him down, shoving his face in the snow.

He wiggled his way out of their hold just enough to lift his head up as they pulled her further from his reach. "MEG!!"

In only a few seconds, she disappeared behind the guards and even her voice was silenced. They'd taken her away despite their combined efforts and now, only the whistling icy wind met Jecht's cry. Megara was gone.

Jecht had failed.

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so late sorry rue!!!! /grovels

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