Fun Fact: One source of inspiration among many for this story has been James Cameron and his works. Say what you will about his temper but when he still holds the spot for the two highest grossing films ever, he’s obviously doing something right.

Spitfire and Jett burst into their hotel room. Spitfire immediately started laughing hysterically as Jett gripped his crutch and moved himself into an armchair. The hotel room was nice; penthouse suite. Kitchen to the left with an island, living room with couches and chairs straight ahead, and a king sized mattress to the right.

Spitfire, still giggling like mad flopped down in the couch next to him. Jett simply smiled at her with amusement. When she finished, mainly to breathe more than any semblance of completion with her laughter, she turned and glanced at the android who sat running his fingers over his crutch.

Jett simply smiled.

“What?” she laughed.

“Are you quite amused with yourself?” he asked rolling his eyes.

She sat up and giggled, “Yes. Did you see the looks on their faces?!”

Jett held up his wrist, “I thought the feather would do it.”

“Not all of them could see it. So I gave them something to talk about,” she laughed again, “Oh that’ll be all over the news tomorrow. Hell, that’ll be all over the news tonight!”

“And I’m sure they’ll have a field day with it,” he said standing up and walking over to the kitchen.

“Thinking of cooking something?” Spitfire asked.

“Maybe, depending on what they have here.”

She leaned back, “Well, whatever you cook I’m sure I’ll love.”

Jett turned, “Who said I was cooking anything?”

Spitfire gave him puppy dog eyes, “Pweeze?”

Jett sighed, “Fine. But you’ll have to help me. I don’t get around as quickly as I used to.”

She jumped up, “Cool. So what’re we gonna have?”

Jett grinned, “Room service.”

“I thought you were gonna cook something…”

“Relax. Just messing with you,” he said, “Can you grab that pan down there?”

“You’re mean,” She pouted, kneeling down and retrieving the pan for him.

“You love me and you know it.”

“You know… I used to say that to you all the time back in Sol,” Spitfire said nostalgically.

“Literally only a few months ago,” Jett said removing a few spices and some butter from the cabinets and fridge.

“Well with all the things we’ve been through, it seems like longer. And I never would have guessed it was true.”

“What?”

“That you loved me.”

Jett removed a piece of fish from a cooler and placed it into the pan with a sizzle. He smiled and turned to face her. He ran a metallic finger through her hair.

“I don’t know why I never did this sooner.”

“Did what?” Spitfire asked reveling in his touch.

“Entered a relationship with you,” he grinned, “I’ve never been happier. Every day is like a waking up to a dream that’s real.”

“How do you think I feel? You can probably find interviews they did with me on the web where I said I would never ever settle down in a serious relationship. That there was no guy on this planet who could ever be that good.”

“Really?”

“Hey, I said planet. I’m pretty sure Earth is a different planet so… loophole. And the best one ever.”

“Well, I’m not famous so I never had people interviewing me.”

Spitfire grinned, “Oh think you’re pretty famous.”

Jett frowned, “Why do you say that?”

Spitfire giggled and grabbed the TV remote and turned it on and flipped to a news channel.

“In other news today,” the ENN news anchor said, “Wonderbolts Captain Spitfire was seen exiting her team’s Yacht the other day with, get this, a guy. But this doesn’t appear to just be some random guy she’s having a fling with, not this looks to be the real deal here.”

The shot cut to a video of Spitfire and the rest of the Wonderbolts pushing through a crowd of paparazzi. Attached to Spitfire’s hand however was a certain black haired kid with a robotic arm, wielding a cane more as a weapon than an actual assistance device. And on his wrist was an orange feather.

She stopped him just before they entered the limo and proceeded to kiss the mysterious boy before dragging him inside the vehicle.

“Whoever this guy is, he appears to be the real deal if the Captain is giving him that kind of treatment and he has one of her feathers on his wrist. To all you male fans of Spitfire out there, sorry boys, but it looks like she’s officially off the market.”

She turned off the TV, “See? You’re famous.”

Jett turned red, “Still can’t believe you did that.”

“You love it when I kiss you and you know it. I can feel you shudder with pleasure each time I do it,” she gave him a sly grin and began walking towards him, swaying her hips.

Jett frowned, “Come on, I’m trying to cook you supper here. Plus you’re hips aren’t wide enough for that.”

“What? Not wide enough?”

“I don’t mean it like that! It’s just that… you’re athletic. Your body is toned perfectly. You have those beautiful curves,” he said making a motion with his hands, “A nice beautiful face, smooth skin, a nice chest and a cute little ass. You don’t have those big wide hips that some people enjoy. Personally, I don’t like them. Which is why I like your hips better.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because they’re attached to you and they’re perfectly sized. Proportionally, everything about you is perfect. That’s the only way I can describe you. You’re not overly muscled, you’re not skinny, and you’re hot. Oh! And I like your stomach. It’s a nice stomach.”

Spitfire laughed, “My stomach?”

“Yes, I like it. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Well, uh, no but what about the rest of this?” she motioned to her body.

“Don’t know yet, haven’t seen all of it,” He returned to sautéing the fish.

“Ugh! Why must you torture me like this?” she moaned.

“Torture you? Like what?”

“I’m two seconds away from doing the R word to you,” she said flexing her wings.

“R word?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Uh, you wouldn’t do that to an injured android would you?” he said gripping his cane.

She smiled warmly at him, “No I would never do that to you. At least, not without your consent…”

“You’re just one massive sex machine aren’t you?”

“I’m on my heat cycle right now so yes, right now I am,” she said.

“Hmm, didn’t really notice the difference.”

“That’s because I’m taking pills for it. If I didn’t I’d probably be all over you right now,” she grinned.

“You always were aggressive.”

“Me? What about what you did to me on that boat last week? Not that I didn’t enjoy that but I’d say that’s pretty aggressive.”

“I had to get that out of me or else I was going to explode. Plus you were all depressed and everything so what better way to cheer you up than to let you know that your crush also felt something for you too?”

She wrapped her arms around him, “I’m lucky I have you.”

“I’m lucky that I have you.”

***

Dane frowned, “You know, it really just set in how we’re dating celebrities.”

“Uh, huh,” Jett said not really paying attention to his brother.

Dane looked across the table, “Okay you’ve been doing that all day while Spitfire and Fleet were at practice. What the hell are you doing?”

Jett placed his crutch on the table. It had been heavily modified; in fact it looked completely different. It had a more modern/futuristic look to it. The cuff had been modified to be more of a small shield like device decked out with a built in touch screen as well as other tech with the top of it wrapping around his forearm. It was heavily rounded off and smooth. The shield tapered down to rest of the cane. The bottom of the shaft small cylindrical like device that had four spring loaded spikes on it that would flip out when activated or double as legs if needed.

Dane glared at him, “Why did you turn your crutch into a weapon? You’re in a relationship now. Be happy.”

“Oh, it’s not for me. It’s for her. I just upgraded it to suit me better. The ‘weapon’ as you call it is for protection. If I wasn’t completely crippled I wouldn’t need it but considering…”

Dane sighed, “Try not to kill anyone.”

“Hey, we’re going to be traveling through some bad cities. I’d like to be prepared.”

“You have a gun in your arm.”

“Well I don’t want to divert energy from my repair systems to use it. Until then it’ll be offline. Power for my other weapon systems has been diverted to repair.”

“So why build the cane again?”

“Hand to hand isn’t an option.”

“Oh, I see. Well then at least put that thing away for the next few hours. The show’s about to start. And our girls are down there expecting us to watch.”

Jett sighed and placed the cane on the floor and packed up his tool case. The pair was sitting at a table on the VIP balcony of the stadium. It offered a grand view of the stage as well as the general area the fliers would be performing.

“After all this it’s hard to just sit back and watch,” Dane said.

“I know the feeling. You want to participate rather than watch.”

“Are you still thinking about leaving?” Dane asked.

“What? Leaving what?”

“The Wonderbolts.”

“What do you think asshole? I’d still like to do more than just fix planes but… for now I’m more than happy.”

A noise behind them got the pair’s attention. Gin returned with a large plate of nachos.

“Really?”

“What?” she said sitting down at the table with them, “I’m hungry.”

“Biologicals,” Dane rolled his eyes grabbing a few.

“Shut up, they’re about to start,” Jett said.

The trio watched as a team of highly coordinated fliers emerged onto a stage and took their positions. Suddenly they all bolted into the air, beginning a series of magnificent flips and turns as they danced through the air, leaving complex trails behind them.

Jett sat watching as his eyes focused on the only person that really mattered. Spitfire. In many ways he was jealous of her, even though he was in a relationship with her. She was literally free as a bird and he was bound to the earth by the laws nature, only able to achieve what she could through complex technology rather than the gifts of nature.

A trail of fire flew past the balcony. Spitfire. He could literally feel the heat coming off of her.

He sighed as he continued to watch the show. Still, he had her and that was all that really mattered at this point. Selfish desires would get him nowhere. He stared up at the stars following Spitfire.

Stars…

Spitfire lit a flaming trail across the Milky Way.

***

The door to the VIP balcony burst open and Spitfire followed by Fleetfoot and Blaze ran to their respective mates, still wearing their flight suits. Jett stood up, using his newly modified cane for support followed by Dane and Gin.

Spitfire embraced him, “So how was it?”

“Awesome,” he grinned, “But you’re all sweaty.”

Dane and Gin were having similar conversations with their respective significant others.

“I was flying for two hours straight.”

“Oh stop your complaining. Be happy you can fly. Some of us can barely walk,” he said moving his forearm crutch forward, watching the legs adjust with the weight.

“Well, let me help you then,” She smiled grabbing his arm and helping him to the door.

“You don’t have to help me. I’m fine,” he said, “Even modified my cane so it can help me walk better.”

“Yeah, but I want to,” she said, “Come on, let’s get to the locker rooms before-”

A noise at the door got everyone’s attention. It soon turned into a loud racket. Various voices called out one name: Spitfire.

“The paparazzi.”

Jett grunted as he limped towards the door and opened it. Instantly cameras flashing and the din of a thousand questions hit his eyes and ears.

He frowned. Spitfire emerged behind him and began leading him through the crowd of people followed by Dane, Fleetfoot, Gin, and Blaze.

“Spitfire! How do you think that show went?”

“Spitfire! Can we expect anything more like that later on in the season?”

“Spitfire! Who’s your new friend you were seen kissing yesterday?”

“Is this him?”

“Hey you! Who are you and what’s your relationship with the Captain?!”

Jett sighed as he moved through the crowd. He hated the media. Even here, on the other side of the galaxy most likely, they were still annoying as all hell. Finally, when they had moved through the crowd and were on the other side, Spitfire decided to speak.

“Uh, listen everyone. The boy who’s with me right now, he’s my boyfriend. So leave me alone.”

With that she hauled ass down to the locker rooms to change followed by the others.

***

“Okay,” Jett said turning around, “You could warn me when you’re going to do that.”

“What?” Spitfire said stripping her Wonderbolts flight suit and other undergarments.

“You’re making me uncomfortable,” Jett said, his tone coming out slightly as a whine.

“Oh?” Spitfire said.

She walked up behind him and pressed her naked form into his back, wrapping her arms around him. She giggled as she felt him tense up.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked.

“Enjoying the company of my best friend,” she said.

“Well can you put some clothes on please?” he asked nervously.

“Aw, but where’s the fun in that?” she pouted.

“I’m getting really uncomfortable here.”

“Why? We’re dating now.”

“And we had this discussion,” Jett said still tense as a cable, “I’m not ready for this.”

“I know, I wasn’t planning on doing that. However I will do this. Close your eyes.”

Jett frowned, “They’ve been closed since you started your stripping routine.”

Spitfire grinned, “Good.”

She spun him around and slammed him into the lockers behind him back first. Not enough to hurt him but enough to make a noise. Before he could say anything she closed her eyes and leaned in and kissed him, relishing in the sensations. She laughed inside. She knew Jett would never open his eyes. He was far too… what was the word? Respectful described part of it. Modest described another part. But the part of it that described it the most was the simple fact that he did not have a one track mind like most of the other guys she dated. He wasn’t the person who wanted to leech her celebrity, to have access to her money, or even bragging rights as many others had. All he wanted was her.

It was almost ironic. She had always grown up with the idea that she would either never fall in love with anyone or the person she did fall for would be a muscular athlete like her with an ego to match, someone who could keep up in the skies with her. She’d never imagined she’d fall for someone who could do neither. She never imagined she’d fall for someone who was the complete opposite of what she had in mind. She’d never been happier to have been wrong. Even if he was crippled for the rest of his existence, it didn’t matter, even if he could never hope to match her in the sky, it didn’t matter. None of her previous reservations mattered. She was happy and that… was the only thing that mattered.

She released him gently. She smiled when she realized his crutch had fallen to the floor. His eyes were still sealed shut but he had a smile on his face.

“You know,” he swallowed, “When I think about how lucky it was that my ship blew up that day and sent me flying into that rainforest, and how lucky I was to have found you, I can finally say that all those confusing years up to that point had been worth it.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I never would have thought the girl that punched me in the face when we first met would be this important to me a year later. Now just one question.”

“What is it?”

“Can you please put some clothes on?!”

***

Spitfire yawned as she pulled her pajama top on. She looked herself over in the mirror. Her hair was still down, hanging in front of her forehead. She wished it would go back to its normal flame like appearance. Not because she hated having wet hair but because Jett loved it so much.

She grabbed a nearby bottle of mouthwash and took a swig before spitting it out in the sink. She looked herself over in the mirror. She sighed.

How did I ever get so LUCKY? He thinks I’m perfect! He doesn’t like-no, love me for my looks or money or celebrity, he loves me for me!

She peeked out at the android that was lying on the bed flipping through the channels on the TV. His cane was nearby walking itself around in a small circle. His expression turned to one of curiosity and intrigue as he reached over to the nightstand and glanced at a magazine.

I love him so much. He says he’s not worthy of me. He’s so fucking wrong about that. After everything he’s done for me, after how kind and caring he was and is, all of it unconditional, he doesn’t need to be worthy of me.

I need to be worthy of him. I need to be worthy of being by his side. How is it that this guy has never had a girlfriend before me?! I mean, I’m ecstatic that I have the honor of being his first and hopefully last but… with his personality how is it that no one’s ever taken a shine to him? Hell, he’s at least handsome enough for SOMEONE to notice him.

Spitfire smiled and shook her head.

Whatever, everyone else’s loss. He’s mine now; my perfect mate, and that’s all that matters.

She performed one last check of herself before she exited the bathroom.

Jett looked up at her. She felt ecstatic when his face lit up in a smile at the sight of her. She could practically feel his eyes going up and down her body.

She grinned, “Like what you see?”

“Uh, well, I do find you fairly attractive,” he said hiding a certain magazine. Spitfire glanced over at it. She smiled.

“I’d say a bit more than that,” Spitfire giggled as she grabbed the magazine on the other side of the bed, “Aviator’s Monthly?”

She flipped the magazine over to the page where the android was last looking. She smiled recognizing the photo shoot the Wonderbolts had been in a few months earlier. She smiled even wider when she realized it was the section dedicated exclusively to the Captain.

The photo she’d turned to was one of the last one’s she’d taken that day. Her back was to the camera, she was topless with her back to the camera. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants that really brought out her features. Her wings were spread as she glanced back over that giving the camera a sultry look.

“Well?” she asked, “What do you think?”

“Uh, um, of what?” Jett asked slightly embarrassed.

“These,” she turned the magazine so he could see it, “I mean, you’re dating this now.”

His face turned red. Spitfire couldn’t keep up the act any longer and dropped the magazine and started laughing.

“Oh my gosh! We’re dating now and you still get all embarrassed at stuff like that!”

Jett groaned and tossed the magazine at her. Spitfire sat up.

“Oh you wanna fight now?”

“No.”

“Well too bad.”

She tackled him to the mattress and quickly pinned the android with her legs. She crossed her arms.

“Come on, there was hardly any effort in that.”

“I am still damaged you know.”

“Oh please. You’re the ultimate badass. Even if you don’t have all your capabilities.”

“Well I’m effectively crippled. I can’t do too much of that fun stuff with you and be that much of the challenge you want me to be.”

“Well you may be crippled,” she said cupping his face in her hands, “But your mine. And that’s all that matters.”

She leaned down to kiss him just as a headline on the TV got their attention.

“And we’re back with more Entertainment Daily. Our top story: Spitfire, famed captain of the Wonderbolts, has settled down and now has a boyfriend?”

Spitfire rolled off of Jett but still kept her head leaning into his shoulder as they watched the TV. He lovingly ran his fingers through her hair.

“Photos have surfaced of a mysterious boy traveling with the Wonderbolts.”

A picture of a certain black haired kid wielding a cane appeared. He had a slightly deranged smile on his face as his eyes were focused on the camera.

“This still yet to be named person has been seen with the Wonderbolts; earlier being kissed by the captain herself and, more recently, today in the VIP box with them after the show. There are also rumors that Fleetfoot and Blaze are in relationships as well.”

Spitfire grinned.

“It seems like your bombshell has dropped my dearest,” Jett said.

“I’m glad. One thing I hated about being single is a good chunk of my fan mail consisted of marriage proposals and the shit like that. Hopefully that will stop now that the media knows we’re together.”

He rolled his eyes, “Glad I could be of help.”

“Hey, I do love you for more than just that,” she said rolling over.

“I know,” he laughed.

She sat up and seated herself on his lap and gave him a solemn look.

“I really do love you, you know. You’re my entire world. I get butterflies in my stomach just by thinking about you. You’re the most important thing in the universe to me.”

“I feel the same about you,” he smiled warmly, “Out of curiosity, how long have you had… you know… feelings for me?”

“How long?” Spitfire asked, rubbing her chin, “Don’t know exactly. I think I was really able to put a name to it all sometime before prom when we were at school. Why?”

Jett sighed, “Just wondering how long I was oblivious.”

“Hey, it all worked out in the end right? And that means it was all worth it.”

“Even all the hard times?”

“Especially the hard times. But now… it’s only good times ahead. Just me, you, and our extended family.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Well school will be starting back up for me soon which means I'll likely again be preoccupied work. This time I replace the relentless history and biology for mind bending physics and calculus problems and chemistry and psychology. But as this story winds down, I am yet preparing another project so stay tuned for that.

Side note: Authors notes is fucked up so I can't save anything in there for some reason.