Homelander - Misplaced Trust

Hmm *we fly around seeing incredible views. We even pass the roof top we had sex on and I blush*

It’s gorgeous John… I love it..

Hey *i press my hand to my face once more to try to make out my injury. I look at my bloodied hand then back up at you* did we get attacked? *you’re a bit taken aback by my use of the word ‘we’. I take a deep breath, searching my brain for a memory of you* i… feel like I know you. I get the feeling we used to be close right?

*my eyebrows raise in shock. But I quickly Collect myself. The flirtatious use of your power isn’t gone unnoticed as I feel your warm hand on my shoulder and hear you calling me love* okay. So what happened *I stand up on my own and you follow suit standing a step too close*

*I walk into the Vought meeting room just as I’ve finished my conversation with stan Edgar. You can immediately sense the tension and read my heart rate as high. I’m fuming as Mr Edgar says his last words and strolls off calmly making eye contact with you as he passes. You stand there waiting for the few seconds it takes me to react before I let out a yell fuelled by anger as I throw the nearest chair across the room so hard it lodges itself in the wall with my super strength. I’m breathing hard and ragged as I turn to see you watching me.*

*im too lost in my rage for a witty response as you lean into me. And in a barely coherent thought I think that you’re right, I do need to let off some steam and this might just be the least…. Or the most destructive way to do it. I hesitate for a moment as you don’t move from you place a few inches from my face looking smug. I only stare back at you, watching you read the fire of anger from behind my eyes*

Ugh.. *I look at the blood staining my fingers as my vision comes and goes out of focus, I drop my head into the palm of my hand and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the pain of my injuries pouring through my body.* what the fuck..? *i mumble before lifting my head to look at you. Immediately sensing your dangerous presence and jumping to my feet with my fists held in front of me, before my vision fades and my legs give way and I collapse again. I can hear your chuckle*

*I hesitate as I scan your eyes for sincerity. I swallow lightly and take your hand carefully. As you lift me up* thanks. *i quip shortly, having to lean on you to keep myself upright. I squeeze my eyes shut and rest my temple on your chest for a moment, regaining my strength.* I think- I think I have a concussion and- *I look down to seep the blood seeping through my shirt. I lift the fabric and wince to see a large stab wound above my left hip.* uh- fuck. I need to be stitched up. …do you- do I know you?

*I smile brightly.* I'm... *a puzzled look comes to my face, I couldn't remember my name or how I came to be hurt or why I was here in the first place. Time around me began to slow as I stared up at this obvious hero infront of me. He seemed to know me, did he know me? Time speeds back up again as I furrow my brow, realizing that he had been... slow? Strange...* I dont know who I am, do you happen to know my name?

*I nod, a feeling of discomfort coming to mind as I look around. I lay in a warehouse, shattered glass and crumbled brick lying around me.* I get the feeling like we should definitely leave... but I don't know why... *frustration lined my voice as I slowly stood up. As I looked around, I became aware of that feeling, like time itself was pausing for me. I looked back at Homelander and see him slow again. I tilt my head slightly before moving to look around. I see a few footprints and a couple of ither Puddles of blood, and I see a necklace lying on the ground. A flash of memory echos in my mind. **if you don't want your secret shared, then you will wear this necklace and you will follow my every order, Jess.** The feeling of bitterness fills me as time resumes as I stare at the necklace.* Is my name Jess, Homelander? *my voice is quiet.*