#short for Jimberly

[bcnes-archived]

I don't know what Jim is short for and at this point I feel like it's too late for me to ask

right, you'd be surprised how often that happens. it's Jimberly.

[chiliconsharls]

“Just be the person you want to be”

Power Rangers (2017), deleted scene

[makinjakenpancakes]

Day 6: Jimberly Positivity Week: Alternate Universe!

Jason- (Jaonos Sarpetor) – Elf-Paladin

Trini- (Talmeli) – Gnome-Rogue

Zack- (Zekrejogg) – Dragonborn-Monk

Billy- (Brordroum Chaoscloak) – Dwarf-Ranger

Kim- (Kysgalyn Helerora) – Half-Elf-Mage

Zordon- (Zizoho the Gifted) – Genie

 Seraph Wildwood was a small Castletown; the citizens bartered and traded their wares. But soon a thick darkness slowly sank its hooks into Seraph Wildwood. Over in the mountains a mighty genie awoke as he felt the evil return. Zizoho the Gifted summed five whippersnappers with temperament. Each of the mighty warriors with magick appeared in front of the genie Zizoho.

Jaonos the Elf Paladin; brave and selfless. Talmeli the Gnome Rogue; who has an escape plan. Brordroum the wise Ranger with master tactics and a hermit. Zekrejogg the Enlightened; a master of improvisation. Last but not least Kysgalyn the Mage; her healing ability is as powerful as her spells.

“Evil has ensnared Seraph Wildwood and I; Zizoho the Gifted have gathered you the best of the best to save it,” it said; the being was beyond gender and humanity.

“I; Jaonos have pledged to fight for justice,” he said. “You have my Virtue Sabre.”

“Talmeli engages with my cutlass for Saraph Wildwood,” she said as she brought out her daggers.

“Of course Brordroum has thy back,” he said. “You have my lance.”

“On my honor; I Zekejogg bring thine fists,” he said before he pulled something off his back. “And thine cleaver.”

“Kysgalyn the Mage,” she said. “I bring forces beyond this world.”

***

“That’s the plot you’re going with Tommy?” Trini asked.

“It’s an age old tale of good versus evil,” she said. “I see nothing wrong.”

“Who is the main villain? What is our actual quest?” Zack asked.

“So when do we get in our zords?” Jason asked.

Kim sitting next to Jason snickered and elbowed him playfully. The other rangers had said those two spent too much time together since becoming a couple, So they decided to play dungeons and dragons.

“There are no zords,” Billy said he was in costume and the only one in costume.

“I was going to have you all gain the ability to control elemental golems,” Tommy said as she tied up her ponytail.

“So we’re Power Rangers but set in the Lord of the Rings universe?” Kim said. “Why don’t we save a princess?” Jason smirked.

“Because that is cliché,” Tommy said. “Also women can be more than prizes.”

“I agree but I thought that’s what we did in Dungeons and Dragons,” Kim said; “like we go into a dungeon, fight a dragon and save a princess.”

“You’re thinking of Legend of Zelda,” Zack said.

“Come on, let’s just play,” Billy said.

“Fine, but we better fight some dragons,” Trini said.

***

Jaonos lead the fellowship to find the evil haunting Seraph Wildwood. Talmeli was small and hiding in the shadows. Zekrejogg and Brordroum were talking about which was better ranged or melee. Kysgalyn walked over to Jaonos to ask about his Paladin healing powers.

They all heard a rustled from the woods. Each got ready to fight. (The Power Rangers then rolled for initiative. The monster got the first attack, Jason the next turn, Zack and Billy after then Kim and Trini was last and she let out many swears.) The monster roared as he crashed through the woods; the manticore’s tail slams down in front of Jaonos.

***

“What did you get for a roll Jason,” Tommy asked.

“I got a six with a plus two,” he said.

“Oh, well you missed; whiffed it and the manticore countered with its massive paw and” Tommy said and rolled. “Oh you got knocked into a tree.”

***

Jaonos flew through the air and crashed into a tree. Zekejogg pulled out his cleaver and charged. He brought it down and sliced the poison sack off the tail. Brordroum was next and stabbed the manticore in the eye with his lance. He was covered in its blood. Kysgalyn ran over to Jaonos and healed him. He thanked her with a kiss.

***

“Come on!” Trini said, “It’s my turn and they’re making out!”

“Don’t you two already do enough of that?” Tommy said.

“We’re not kissing as Jason and Kim, we’re kissing as Jaonos and Kysgalyn,” Kim said.

“She has a point,” Jason said and smiled.

***

Talmeli went after the manticore and with a few strikes the monster was dead. Jaonos and Kysgalyn broke their kiss. The warriors gathered together before they continued their quest.

***

“Okay, we need to regroup,” Tommy said.

“Why?” Billy asked.

“Because of the love birds,” Zack said.

Jason and Kim broke their kiss. “Wait why?”

“We will continue this next time when we all can focus,” Tommy said.

“But I was having fun,” Kim said. “Why didn’t we save a princess?”

[dysphorie]

“I’m Steff, I write necrophilia fanfiction and I would FUCKING DIE FOR James “Jimberly” Root”

...yep, that's about the long and short of it 😂😂😂

And yes, yes I would FUCKING DIE FOR James "Jimberly" Root

[green-blooded]

My head knows that Jim Kirk is short for James Kirk, but in my heart it’s short for Jimberly.

[quantim]

is tim short for timothy or timberly?

It’s short for Timberly for three reasons: My mentor at work is named “Kimberly” and her husband is “Jim” so I always quip that together we’re “Kimberly, Jimberly, and Timberly” 

and the second is that I have a very dear friend from several years back who always calls me “timberly” and I adore her for it. 

And finally, I just have never really reconciled my own internal self image with “Timothy” idk why. I just joke that “Tim” is better because it’s shorter in an emergency. Who needs to bother with two extra syllables?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[hawkinsdrift]

what if jim hopper was short for jimberly hopper

[ofenterprise]

beamusoutkids replied to your post: "If Tim is short for Timothy, is Jim short for...

Rebecca vc: Obviously not. It’s Jimberly. Get it right.

Jim vc: Someone just end me now.

[bonesmctightass]

Things Jim is short for

- Jimberly

- Jimothy

- Jimantha

- Jiminy

- Jimima

[all-the-other-humans]

Jimmy is short for jimberly and Jim is short for Jimothy

I will admit to the world that i dont intend to learn if jimmy or jim are short for anything.

[hauntedbat]

What if Jim was short for Jimberly?

I’d love him even more.

[dysphorie]

can i get a john & jim for the domesticity meme

YES YES YOU HELLA CAN

Domesticity Meme

who cooks normally?: John. Jim does the cleaning because his OCD is more aligned with that

how often do they fight?: they squabble almost every day, but only fight once in a blue moon. Usually because Jim pretended to be laid back about something he was actually super stressed about but didn't want to worry John

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: apart from panic and cry? Play guitar mostly, both of them with their own wee collection of telecasters. Jim also has a passion for fishing and John hates the outdoors so that's his guaranteed "Jim" time

nicknames for each other?: John calls Jim "Jimberly", Jim calls John "Short Circuit"

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Jim, but only after a massive argument where he has to agree that if he pays for dinner, John gets to ride his face to pay him back

who steals the covers at night?: Jim. He liked being the big warm cinnamon bun he is. John has 0% body fat and freezes his ass off

what would they get each other for gifts?: yet another fucking telecaster like what the hell babe how did you know I needed another one??

who remembers things?: John mostly. Jim tries to remember but panics, and John is a computer who never forgets anything

who cusses more?: JIM LOL

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: depends on how they were hurt. If it was an accident they'd fret and weep and stay by their bedside till they were all better. If someone actively hurt them the other would go on a John Wick-esque revenge spree

who kissed who first?: uh John kissed Jim. C'mon. Jim doesn't understand the phrase "first move"

who made the first move?: see above. Like can you really imagine? We all know John climbed Jim like a tree

who started the relationship?: I actually think this was Jim. He laid his heart on the table, told John it was his to do with as he pleased. John keeps it in his desk drawer where nothing can hurt it ever again.

[jphbk1982]

Short one shot story I wrote about Jimberly. It's set after "Forever Red". Home Jason Scott stopped his bike outside of the building to his right. He leaned over and rested his right foot on the ground as he raised the visor on his helmet. He frowned when he saw the sign on the door. His eyes darted around the property as his mind was flooded with memories of many moments spent at the now closed Youth Center. Jason lowered his head for a moment and then raised it to get one more good look before he flipped his visor back down and rode the motorcycle on past the building. The town had not changed much in the five years since he had seen it last. It was as if Angel Grove was stuck in a time capsule and perpetually stayed the same. The few differences Jason did see, were mostly just closed businesses and empty buildings here and there. The bike came to rest in front of a stop light and Jason glanced down the street to see a coffee shop. He suddenly realized he could go for a cup. Jason accelerated at the turn of the light and made the short ride to pull into the parking lot of the establishment. He parked the bike in an open spot next to the building and shut it off. He sat for a moment looking around before turning his attention on the business in front of him. It had been in town as long as he could remember although he hardly ever frequented it as he had only recently developed a taste for coffee. Jason got off the bike and placed his helmet on it. He made his way over to the door of the building and pulled it open. He smiled as he heard the bell jingle over his head to signal his arrival and he stepped inside and looked around. He saw a waitress look at him and he made his way over to the counter. He studied the menu for just a moment before deciding on a plain black coffee and a glazed doughnut. He only had to wait just a few moments before both items were placed in front of him. Jason took his items and made his way over to a table next to the window and sat down. He glanced out the window to see he had a great view of the main part of the city which was just below him in the distance. He turned back to his doughnut and picked it up and took a bite. He smiled approvingly and then took a sip of his coffee. It was hot and burned his tongue slightly but compared to the soreness he was feeling in his shoulder from the battle he had just been in, it was a welcome distraction. "Jason?" A soft voice from behind him, jarred him out of his thoughts. Suddenly he was transported back in time to the last time he had heard the voice. It was four years ago and it was on the other side of the country. Jason turned to his left to make sure he wasn't hearing things. His eyes fell on her and he almost choked on the breath that caught in his throat. "Kim?" Jason responded as he locked eyes with Kimberly Hart. She was standing next to his table looking down at him with a big smile on her face. He wasted no time in standing up and pulling her into a hug. It was only after they were entangled in an embrace that Jason realized his body had done this unconsciously. He closed his eyes as he relished the feeling of her in his arms. "Oh my gosh.. Jason." Kim said, her voice layered with emotion as she pulled away so she could look up at him. Each of them began to study the other's features. Trying to see if their eyes matched their memories. "Wow.. I.. it's been a long time." Jason finally managed to get out as he motioned to his table and both of them sat down across from one another. "Four years." Kimberly stated as she got comfortable in her chair and rested her arms on the table in front of her. "Yeah..." Jason replied as he sat back in his chair and found himself blinking his eyes a couple of times. "So... what are you doing in town?" She questioned. "Oh.." Jason ran his hand through his hair and then leaned forward to place his hands on the table. "Actually... Tommy called me... said he needed my help.. and I met him just outside of town and um... well I.. I was a Ranger again." "Wow.." Kim responded as Jason could tell she was taken it in. "I... I'm not even sure how to respond to that." "Hey.. I wasn't sure how to respond to his call at first either." Jason responded. "But.. I mean he said he needed me and.." "And of course you would come." Kimberly finished his words, with a sad smile forming on her face. "Yeah.. I guess.. once a Ranger.." Jason began. "Always a Ranger." Kim finished. Jason nodded as he took another sip of his coffee. "I take it everything went well?" She questioned as she scanned his features once more. "Yeah... I'm a little more sore than usual.. but otherwise we saved the day I guess." Jason answered as he took a mental note of the pain in his shoulder once more. There was a moment of silence as both considered their next words. "So.. how have you been?" "Good.." She replied simply. "You?" "Good." He echoed. "You living here now?" "Yeah." She answered. He nodded. "What about you?" "No.. um.. I live up north.. Washington to be exact." Jason responded. "Oh.. I hear it's nice up there." She stated. "It is." He replied. "So.. um.. are you the only one here now?" "No... Zack, Billy, Trini and Adam still live here too." Kim answered. Upon hearing their names, it suddenly occurred to Jason how out of touch he was. His dearest friends and yet he wasn't even sure where they all lived anymore. He never meant to lose touch, but life just kind of happened and outside of the occasional call around holidays he hardly spoke to any of his former Ranger teammates. "I'm sure they'd love to see you too." "I am.. I'm just kind of passing through on my way back home." Jason replied before shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Being here with Kim now and discussing his old friends. It was one part wonderful but it was also painful as well. He suddenly really regretted moving away all of those years ago and losing touch. "Oh.." She replied with the disappointment very evident in her voice. This caught Jason's attention and he sat up a little straighter in his seat. This prompted Kim to look up and meet his eyes. "I'm sorry." Jason found his mouth speaking before his mind could stop it. "For what?" She inquired. Jason considered the question for moment and he suddenly knew why he was apologizing. "For.. leaving you." He replied candidly. He watched for Kim's reaction and he could see the flash of hurt in her eyes. "It's.. it's okay Jase." She stated. "No.. it's really not.." He rebutted. "We... it was a long time ago." She stated. "I was stupid." Jason said bluntly. This prompted Kim's eyes to light up and she leaned forward in her seat as if to get closer to him. "Wha.." She began. "I shouldn't have left." He softly interjected. "It's my biggest regret." "Jason.." She said as she tried to determine what to do with his words. "Kim.. the way I felt about you... I don't think I ever really got over that." Jason said as he leaned back in his chair dejectedly. "I... why did you leave then?" She questioned. His gaze went from her to out the window as he tried to think of an answer to that question. "I have asked myself that question a million times in the last four years." He responded as he turned his attention back to her. "I have never been able to give myself a good answer..." "You said it was because of what happened on Murianthis... and the nightmares." Kim stated as she recalled their last conversation. "Yeah... well that was what I believed at the time... I had to get away to start fresh to shake it..." Jason reacted. "Why couldn't we do that together?" Kim asked the question that had been eating at her. Jason took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders. "I was stupid." He responded. "I thought that I needed to be alone because I didn't want you to get hurt." "But Jason.." She began loudly but lowered her voice. "You leaving... that's what hurt me." "I'm so sorry Kim." Jason as he heard the pain still fresh in her voice. "And.. it didn't help... nothing has helped... but.." "But what?" She questioned. "Today... morphing... it.. I feel different." Jason replied. "I think it broke whatever effect that that place held over me." "That's good." Kim said as she offered him a small smile. "What about you.. how.. I mean has it bothered you?" He questioned. "Not anymore.. I think it was the Gold Ranger powers that made it effect you so differently." Kim explained. "Those powers became part of you and once Maligore... I just think it stayed inside of you.." "You are probably right." Jason replied. "Whatever caused it.. I'm just glad I don't feel it anymore." "Me too." Kim said, before she reached across the table to place her hand on his. He looked down at her smaller hand on top of his for a moment. She started to remove it and pull it away but he reached up and recaptured it. He held her hand in his now as he raised his eyes to her. "How have you really been?" He asked. "Like anyone else.. good times.. bad times.." She replied as she found her whole body becoming warm as he held her hand. "Um.. is there.." He began. "There's no one." She responded as if she could read his mind. Jason marveled at her ability to do that. It had been even more evident since what happened on the island those years ago. It connected them on a deeper level somehow. "You?" "No." He answered. "I uh... not something I have been looking for." "Why not?" She questioned as she resisted the urge to smile at the way his thumb was tracing circles on the back of her hand the same way he used to do. "It was you or no one." He answered. She turned her head slightly at him before the smile finally formed on her face. He returned the smile and gave her hand a light squeeze. "I miss you." She informed him. "I miss you too." He answered. They sat in silence for several moments as both tried to determine where the conversation was taking them. A waitress dropped a plate behind them and jarred them out of their thoughts and they reluctantly pulled their hands away from each other. Kim's came to rest in her lap and Jason's circled around his coffee cup. "So um... you are just passing through huh?" She asked, referencing his earlier comment. "Yeah.." He answered. "Heading... home." "I um.. guess I won't keep you." She stated as she stood up from her chair. Jason watched her and he felt paralyzed all of the sudden. It was as if he couldn't speak or move as she waited for him to do so. After a several moments she spoke again. "Bye Jason... don't be such a stranger next time." Jason watched as Kimberly retrieved her purse and then turned to make her way towards the exit of the shop. He blinked a few times to try to snap himself out of the trance he had found himself in. He heard the door close as she disappeared out of view and he jumped up and hurried out after her. Jason stepped outside and looked around. He saw her opening her car door and he jogged over to her. "Kim.. wait." Jason said as he put his hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him. "What is it?" She asked. "I.." He hesitated. "I just don't want you to go." "Why?" She questioned as she looked up at him. "I... I still.." He began. "I still love you." "Jason.." She began. "You are leaving again." "I..." He understood what she meant. "Let's not do this." She finished her thought. "What's the point?" She turned back to her car and opened the door. She was just about to get in when Jason reached down to take her by the hand again. She did a half turn towards him again. "The point is... four years ago... you tried to stop me from leaving... and I stupidly didn't listen to you." He explained. "But now... I... I guess I'm hoping that you'll stop me again, because I'm ready to listen." He watched as she stepped back and closed the door of her car. She moved stand closer to him and looked up at him. He matched her gaze and waited to see what her reaction would be. He wouldn't blame her if she told him to buzz off and a big part of him was expecting that reaction. He had convinced himself she'd say that so much so that he was surprised to hear the next word out of her mouth. "Stay." She said simply with a small smile. He could see a tear fall down her cheek and he furrowed his brow as he tried to understand if it was a good thing or bad. "Jason.. I understand why you felt like you had to leave... but you were wrong... we could have gotten through it together." "I know that now." He answered as he reached up to wipe the tear off her cheek. "Good.. so.. stay." She replied as she reached up to place her hand over his. He leaned down tentatively to kiss her. She met him halfway. Suddenly all of the reasons he felt he had to leave vanished away from his mind. "Kim.. I'm.." He began. "No more apologies Jase." She interrupted him. "What's done is done.. the past is the past.. but we are here now and that's what matters." He smiled and pulled her into a hug. He wasn't sure how he'd ever gotten so lucky to find someone like Kim. Although he knew he had blown it for them the last time. He also knew that this time he would never leave her again. No matter what happened he had come to realize that peace would not be found apart from her. He smiled as she pulled away and leaned up to kiss him again. "So... since you are staying.. I'm sure there are some other people that would love to see you again." She stated with a smile. He nodded and smiled in return. "I'd like that." He responded. "It's good to be home."

[kathillards]

not to be mean but “trimberly” sounds like an unholy alliance between tomberly and jimberly and i can’t think of any reason why that’s a good thing so here are some fun alternatives:

- kimtrini (short, sweet, and simple) - trinikim (not alphabetical order but still cute) - saberdactyl (semi-mellifluous zord combo) - pteratiger (alliterative zord combo!) - kim x trini (old-fashioned but gets the job done) - trini x kim (same deal) - literally anything else would be better

[lizardphobia]

ok v important fic prompt: crossover between the old jimberly and the new!

Here you go my lovely!

A/N: Mild spoilers to the movie

A whirlwind took her there. A whirlwind that was a kaleidoscope of swirling colors and blurry images that deposited her in an unceremonious heap on the thick branch of a tree where she swayed precariously as she tried to reclaim some of the balance being a gymnast bred into her.  

She made out a cliff, a quarry, and the twinkling lights of some foreign small town spread out far below her and nearly shrieked as she realized that she was one wrong foothold away from death and hanging on a tree growing on a ledge on the bona fide cliff.

Thoughts and curses and a barrage of sarcastic comments flooded her brain but died on her lips as she took in the couple in the inky darkness just a few feet below her.

“–small crap town can cause me such misery,” the woman was saying.

“So let’s go. Leave,” the man replied, and his manner and way of speaking was so familiar, it reminded her unnervingly of someone she knew very well indeed.

It was the oddest thing, but an indescribable feeling flooded through her and Kimberly Ann Hart felt an affinity, a bond, a link, with the brunette with the chin-length bob that she had never seen before in her life.

“Dont tempt me, because I would, you know,” the woman said.

And Kimberly felt it, as strong as if they were her very own, the words and the conviction with which they were spoken by the brunette in front of her.

The blonde man with the blue, blue eyes glanced over at her and she could have sworn that the zing that went through her body was the exact same as the one that was going through the other woman’s. For a moment she was the other woman, and that self-same veiled blue-eyed gaze that held so many meanings and concealed so many emotions changed into a dark one; more well-known, dearer, and closer to her heart. She sucked in a breath as the image faded.

An explosion sounded and the scene changed and once again she found herself hanging outside a window of yet again another tree branch.

She recognized the couple on the other side of the window immediately. But what was more disconcerting was that she recognized the very room they were in, and she picked out a disturbing familiarity in the layout: the way the trophies and desk and bed and furniture was arranged. The couple on the bed was different, but yet the same, as memories of her and another man, darker, broader, and dearer to her took his place. She shook her head, listening as the brunette confided in the blonde man in a manner eerily similar to the way she did so many times before, in a world completely different from this one, but only with her very own darker man instead.

An unfamiliar tone played out from a device in the brunette’s hand, and the scene faded and she found herself rudely yanked away and wet.

She was a true ranger, and it didn’t faze her, but she watched as the couple in the water before her share something so profound, so intense it nearly took her breath away. Her hair was floating all around her in the murky water, but her eyes were wide, and she couldn’t look away even if she tried. She understood now, that the emotions running through her were the same as the ones the other woman was experiencing. And that she and that woman were the same, yet how and why, she did not yet know or had an answer for.

They cradled their fallen friend between them, the dusky woman and the blonde man, joined by grief and something more. She lost them as they fell through the water into an underground cave that she could not follow, and she nearly screamed with the frustration of losing that connection that she shared with the woman and felt with the man.

She struggled to follow them, but the shelf of water that broke so easily to admit them through, failed with her and a stream of bubbles escaped her mouth as she felt herself being pulled inexorably backwards. She fought it, fought the unyielding pull, wanting desperately to bask again in the feeling, the emotion, that ephemeral something that existed between the two that she selfishly wanted for herself.

She opened her eyes and blackness existed all around her, and she panicked. She panicked because she needed that tie, that feeling, that overwhelming sense of togetherness and wholeness that came only when the other woman was with the other man for herself. She tossed around fitfully, fighting the darkness, clawing her way through to something; finding her way to the light.

She broke through like a blind woman thirsting for sight, and suddenly she was floating in the air before them, invisible, yet not, surrounded by a heat that she could not feel, but somehow understood that they could.

Her eyes grew wide; she saw the Zords, but not like anything she had ever seen them to be before. Sleeker, streamlined, foreign yet familiar, in shades of colors she knew like the back of her hand. Rangers.

A wall of fire flared up before her, and she recoiled, recovered, and tried to swim through the thickness of the air to go to them, help them, save them.

Screams of the innocent and the dying filled the air around her and she floundered, looking left, right, all around and nearly losing herself in the feeling of impotence that she could do absolutely nothing to save them.

An abyss opened before her and before them. Five Zords, five heroes, five friends but only one love. She saw it clearly then, that thread of love that joined two of the five, so strong, so unbreakable, and she nearly wept with the injustice of it all. They fought it, all five of them did, fought it bravely, vowing to live and die by the other.

The end was near, and a well of regret flooded her. A regret and a longing and a yearning so intense, it brought her to her knees. She watched as her other self raised a hand to the burning glass of the cockpit of her Pterodactyl. She watched as her other man raise his hand to meet hers in return. A look was exchanged, and this time her tears fell free. She raised her own hand in return to meet his, her own man, not this one, but yet the same.

She was suddenly one with the other woman, and the blue eyes belonging to the other man looked into hers and she cursed the glass separating them, the space between them, wanting only his arms, yet not his arms. She loved him, she realized, this man that was not hers, and he loved her, this woman that was not her.

The heat surrounding her was very real then, and as sweat and tears mingled and she tasted them on lips that were not hers, she desperately, desperately wanted, needed to know who he was.

As if the Red Tyrannosaurus had not given it away yet, as if her own buried feelings and undeniable connection with his counterpart was not recognized yet, as if the knowledge that this was right and had always been right was not discovered yet.

The rift opened wide and these Rangers lost their battle, and as one they fell into the fiery pit of darkness.

Her mouth opened, her eyes locked with those as blue as the sky, and she screamed, one name, one person, one love, “Jason!”

She was rudely jerked back into a dimension that she did recognize, into arms she did know, and into eyes as familiar as her own.

“Jason,” she breathed.

“Kimberly,” he said, with barely concealed relief. “You disappeared off grid, I,” he stopped awkwardly, clearing his throat, “I mean, Tommy, has been going insane with worry.”

She shook her head. Clutching on to his arm as he made to get up to get another man for her. “No.”

He frowned trying to understand, wondering at this sudden change in her.

But the feelings and the images and the experiences were still fresh with her. The certainty, the sureness of what was shared was undeniable. It had been there all along, what she had been searching for but had never found.

Never found, because she had been looking for it with the wrong man.

She saw now, the same look in dark eyes that had been so clear to her in blue ones. The same veiled feelings that had always been there, but he had tried so hard to hide.

“You love me,” she said.

His eyes darkened, but he said not a word.

She nodded slowly, marvelling at the bubble of emotions welling up within her. “You love me.”

He never lied, and would never lie to her. Conflict was in his eyes, but he gave a short nod. “I do.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

Confusion flickered in his dark gaze, and then faded as hope took over.

“It’s you. It’s always been you,” she said softly, embracing it now, rejoicing at the flood of feelings, of love that was rushing through her veins. She reached up and feathered her fingers across his lips. “You’re him. And he’s you.”

He didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to, all he could see was all he had ever wanted from her shining back for him in her eyes.

“I know this now. It’s always been you and me, Jase. Whether we lived and died a thousand lifetimes over, it’ll still be us two.”

Fin.

[enbychuya]

My friends have added on that if Jim is short for James than Kim is short for Kames

But imagine

Since Kim is short for Kimberly

Then Jim

Is short

For JIMBERLY

So if Andy is short for Andrew

Then that implies the existence of Randy

Being

Randrew