Who: Ty Johnson and Jane Foster What: A Very Cold Discovery When: Sunday morning Where: their house Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
Since the shot that made Jane somewhat immune to his god powers, enough that they could touch and enough that he wasn’t afraid of being in bed with her every night, that there was no need to bundle up or overly protect her, though he was still cautious and still insisted on clothes, not sure if the cold would set in after so many hours and needing some sort of protection. It was nice, though, that they could almost be normal together.
He was able to wake slowly, comfortable with Jane wrapped up in his arms in a way that only Eva had ever been able to be and it was a much better memory than that psychotic bitch. And at first, Ty didn’t notice. He didn’t realize that something was wrong.
Not until shifted and pressed a kiss to Jane’s shoulder and she didn’t respond. She usually woke when he stirred and that she didn’t caught his attention, had him pull back to look at her. And realize he couldn’t see the rise and fall of her breathing.
Immediately panicked, Ty shook her. “Jane? Jane!”
It felt like Dawn all over again. It couldn’t happen again.