Jet woke up before Rain. For a while, he was content just to lie there and look at her, as this was one of his favorite things to do. He watched as she took long, slow breaths. Asleep, her face looked so much more peaceful, as if her childhood had been just as normal as anyone else's. So Jet let her sleep, wanting her to enjoy her dreams for as long as she could before waking into reality.
He stayed silently still for about an hour, and looking at Rain's face, he could tell that she wouldn't wake up anytime soon. So now he slid out of bed as quietly as he could and pulled on some clothes. It wasn't that he didn't want to be there with Rain. In fact, that's really exactly what he wanted to do. But he just couldn't stay inside any longer. This house held too many memories, and they never ceased to crowd his mind. As he pulled on his shoes, he decided it would be a good idea to take a little walk.
Jet left the house without a sound, not even thinking it necessary to leave a note for Rain. Surely he would be back before she awoke.
The crisp morning air felt refreshing as it blew through his hair. Subconsciously, he knew exactly where he was going. But without fully realizing it, he was headed directly towards the playground where he had first met Rain.
It didn't take him long at all to get there, and once he did, he made his way over to the one swing that wasn't broken. Once there, he glanced up at the slide that he knew all too well. That was where Rain had saved him, and he would never forget that moment. Because that was the moment that he'd fallen in love with her.
Jet sighed as his memory was unwillingly sent back to that day. It had begun in tragedy, just as the previous days had: waking up to an empty house, calling for his family, and realizing all too soon that they wouldn't answer. They would never answer. That was all he could take. That evening, he had ascended the ladder to the slide, intending to stop all of this.
Then he'd heard her voice.
"No!" she had screamed, and as soon as he'd seen her, he'd thought that she was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. Not only that, but she had saved his life. At first, he had felt as though he owed her a debt for this, but now he could see that regardless of whether she saved him or not, he would do anything for her.
Rain woke up later than usual. Without opening her eyes, she moved to rest her head on Jet's chest, only to find that he wasn't there. Now she was wide awake. She sat bolt upright in the bed, scanning the room in case Jet was just sitting somewhere else. No, he was gone. She shrugged it off. After all, it was highly likely that he could just be making breakfast.
So she got dressed as quickly as possible, hurrying to the kitchen to make sure her assumption was correct. However, when she reached her destination, she found that it was empty. Not only that, but the dishes were all clean; nothing had been used. So where was Jet?
Now Rain began to panic. After all, her family didn't exactly have the best record as far as kidnapping went. She rushed out the door, intending to go to the Ponds' house, just in case they had any way to contact the Doctor.
However, on her way there, she just happened to glance over at the playground where she had first met Jet. There was a man on the swing, hunched over with his head down, but she would recognize that shaggy dark hair anywhere.
"Jet!" she called, relieved that he hadn't actually been taken. But he didn't move from his position, only continued to sit in his hunched over position. Rain walked closer until she was only a few feet away. "Jet?" she asked, a little more cautiously this time.
Still, he didn't move. This was strange, even for him. She reached down to pull his chin up, but at her touch, he jolted straight up, causing her to jump back. Once she had recovered from this shock, she asked, "Jet? What happened? Are you okay?"
His eyes were barely open, and he rubbed them now, speaking in a rather groggy voice. "Oh, yeah. I just came out here to get some fresh air, but I must've fallen asleep. Sorry, I was going to try to be home before you woke up."
These words made Rain sigh with relief. He had only been sleeping, nothing more. She had been planning on scolding him for coming here without leaving any sort of note, but she found that she was simply incapable of staying mad at him after he just woke up. So instead, she sat down on the ground next to him, as all other swings were broken.
Jet smiled down at her before getting up, an act of chivalry. He helped Rain to her feet, holding out the swing to her. Then he realized something. She'd spent her whole life in a training facility. Had she even grown up with something as simple as a swing? "Rain?" he asked cautiously, not exactly knowing the proper way to phrase the question. "Um . . . , so have you ever actually been on a swing before?"
She shook her head. "No. There weren't exactly many playgrounds where I grew up."
Jet nodded his head in understanding. "Would you like to?"
He watched as her eyes lit up at his words. "Sure."
Now he walked around behind her, grabbing the sides of the swing. "Are you ready?"
Her grip tightened as she answered. "Yeah."
Slowly, he pulled her backwards until she was already high off the ground. Then he pushed, sending the swing flying into the air. Rain held on for dear life, fearing falling off, yet still thoroughly enjoying herself. This was magnificent. She loved the feeling of flying, the wind blowing back her hair.
Jet couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. She looked like a five year old as she discovered the swings for the first time, her face filled with wonder and delight. As he smiled, Jet realized once again that the only way he would ever be happy was if they could spend every moment of their lives together. It delighted him to know that this was very possible for him. Yet, he hated the fact that he would never be able to give her that in return.