RETURN OF THE BRUJO
CHAPTER TWELVE
by
BlackFury
Kermit drove Karen to his building. She was suprised when
they parked in the underground garage. They walked to the elevator
in silence and then to the apartment door. Kermit stepped back and
let her go inside first. Once the door was closed, things changed,
Karen was pulled into Kermit's arms and his lips fastened on
hers in a kiss unlike any she had ever experienced before. His arms
tightened around her body, almost crushing her against him. She
leaned into the kiss, her arms winding around his neck, one hand
tangling itself in his hair.
After what seemed an eternity, he pulled back and looked down
at her. She suddenly coloured and walked away, to the large window,
staring unseeingly at the setting sun. Kermit walked over and pulled
her back against him.
"What is it, Karen? You can tell me. It's not your fault,
you know. He made you say and do those things. It wasn't you." She
suddenly pulled away from him, her fists clenched at her sides.
Then, she turned to look at him and exploded.
"I'm suppossed to be stronger than that, Kermit. I had a
feeling, when he first showed up that something wasn't right but, I
never acted on it. I let him sweep me off of my feet and look what
happened! I....I...." Kermit pulled her to him again as she tears
came, soaking his suit jacket but, he didn't care.
"Karen, you are human, no matter how hard you try not to be.
If anyone should have 'sensed' him, it should have been me but, I
missed it too. It's ok, now. Peter's fine and so are we. Karen, I
love you. Look at me." He pulled off the green shades and let her
see what was in his blue eyes. She let out a suprised gasp as he let
her see his heart.
He did love her, no matter what had happened between them.
She clung to him, sobbing in relief and release. Kermit rested his
cheek against the top of her head and talked to her softly as she
finally let go of her feelings of failure. Kermit knew that in this
woman, he had finally met his match, his soulmate, his other half.
At the kwoon, Peter was standing on the terrace, looking out
at that same setting sun with a half smile on his face. His
grandfather and uncle had retreated to talk alone and Kwai Chang had
his flute in his hand as he stood next to his son. He looked at
Peter's now serene face.
"Peter?" Peter turned to his father and the older shaolinsaw the mischief again dancing in those hazel eyes. Then
unexpectedly, Peter blushed.
"It's Kermit. I can 'hear' him. He's trying to tell Karen
that this wasn't her fault. If anyone can convince her, it's the
frog. He loves her so much, I hope she can see and feel that. It
will help her heal." Caine smiled and laid his hand on Peter's
shoulder. he heard the sigh as Peter dropped his head.
"I know, my son. The one for you has yet to make her
appearance but, you will know when you meet her, this I promise
you." Peter nodded silently and walked away a little. Caine knew
how his son was hurting. He had lost Kira to the Shadow Assassin,
Kelly had found someone new, Jordan didn't understand why he became
Shaolin and had never spoken to him again and then, she had died
during that undercover assignment.
There was only one woman Peter had truly loved
unconditionally and she was forever lost to him, or was she, Caine
wondered. For several weeks now, he had been 'aware' of a familiar
presence, there and yet, not there. Peter didn't yet have the
training to sense it for himself but, if what Caine had been feeling
turned out to be true, then, perhaps, his son would again be truly
happy.
A young woman arrived in Carlsburg the next day and found
herself drawn to Chinatown. She had no idea as to why since, as far
as she knew, she wasn't Chinese, but, it felt, familiar, like home.
She had studied Chinese in college, before dropping out and
remembered what she had learned. She had flame red hair and grey
green eyes with a very slight, but noticable, oriental slant. She
found an apartment and then a job and still wondered why she was here.
The answers would come in time but only after much pain and
struggle. Once they did come, however, life in Chinatown, for a
number of people, would never be the same again.
The End
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