Hello and welcome to the next installment of the fan fiction prequel to Captain Criminal minds! These next few chapters might be a bit NSFW, so if you aren't okay with lemons or are under 18, you probably should skip them. In any case though, on with the story!
As JJ was walking to Raven's room that night, his mind was filled only with her. He thought back first to their first meeting, remembering the kiss fondly. Their lips had fit very well together. Next, he remembered in the bunker with the other mutants showing and practicing their powers, and lastly the night before last when the two of them had stayed up talking all night. He now knew everything about her, and it only made him love her more. JJ walked into Raven's room like he always did, his cheeks painted a light unnoticeable shade of pink. He smiled at her, trying to calm the fear he could taste her feeling. This wasn't anything to be afraid of. Once the two of them were both sitting in the chairs by the roaring fireplace, JJ cleared his throat, shuffling a little in the chair. "Raerae, even though we've only known each other a week, I feel like I've known you my whole life. I've never felt like this about anyone before. Raerae, I love you. I want to be with you." He told her softly, now blushing bright red as he waited for an answer. He was deathly worried about her rejecting him, but knew this was the only real way to know how she felt. Raven blushed, and you could see her disguise was faltering. Not that she needed to hide with JJ, but it was just force of habit. "You do?" was all she asked, tilting her head curiously, though her expression showerd her genuine worry. Though she knew fae were incapable of lying, she had been hurt so many times in the past that she didn't quite trust him. JJ smiled softly, walking over to her and pulling herbup. He kissed her lightly. "I do." and it was with those two simple words that Raven finally relaxed, dropping her gaurd and kissing him again, more passionately. "I love you too, Jamie."
Gun shots could be heard as the sgt made his way around with the captain. "I had him on the ropes" he said to his friend, holding the shield in one hand, and his rifle in the other. That's when the big guy attacked. The power from the energy blast blew a hole in the train, and the Sgt was now hanging by a unstable metal bar. "Take my hand!" the captain yelled, but before their hands could touch, the sgt fell from the train. Charles was watching this all in horror from the sidelines, unintentionally tapping into Krystal's dream with his power while asleep. As she awoke, so did he, taking soft footsteps down the halls of the mansion and to her room. He worried about her. The sound of her crying only heightening that. Krystal couldn't sleep. Nightmares of Bucky falling from the train were plauging her mind, and she was sitting up in bed, holding her knees to her chest. "*Inima mea..." she whispered, soft tears falling from eyes as she rested her head on her knees. Krystal was feeling very guilty about falling for Charles. She had promised Bucky forever, and she felt as though by falling for Charles she was cheating on him. Even if she thought that Bucky was dead, he still held most of her heart. She had no idea what to do. While Krystal was crying, she heard a knock at the door. She wiped away her tears. "Come in" she permitted softly, taking a tissue from her bedside table and blowing her nose. Crying made her incredibly stuffy. Charles walked in a moment later, concern in his soft expression. "Are you alright, Krys? I heard you crying." his voice was soft as he spoke, but you could hear the worry in the way he presented his words. Krystal sighed, smiling softly and vulnerably. "Just another nightmare of my fiancée dying. They happen all the time." she admitted cooly, but her tone showed she wasn't quite over it. Charles walked over to her, sitting next to her and wrapping his arms around her. He needed to comfort her, to make her feel better. "I'm always here if you need me, Krys." He promised, surprised as she relaxed into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. It made the man blush. Was now a good time to confess? (*Inima mea- my heart in romanian)