I Breathe Euro

Jack groaned as he pushed himself up from the ground, brushing away the dust clinging to his clothes. The crater behind him was a testament to the power he had unleashed moments earlier. His body ached, but nothing he couldn't handle.

From the edge of the crater, Clark's familiar voice rang out. "Still in one piece, Doc?"

Jack glanced up, smirking despite his exhaustion. "You sound disappointed, Clark."

Clark chuckled, leaning casually against a pile of rubble. "Disappointed? Nah. Just surprised you didn't manage to bury yourself under all that."

"Funny," Jack shot back, climbing out of the pit with a single, effortless jump. "But I'll save the comedy routine for later."

Amelia stood nearby, her crimson eyes scanning him critically. "You're lucky you're tough, Jack," she said, her tone a mix of scolding and concern. "Most people wouldn't walk away from something like that."

Jack shrugged, brushing dirt off his coat. "Good thing I'm not most people."

Clark rolled his eyes. "Alright, Doc, save the hero act for later. We've got places to be, remember?"

Jack smirked but said nothing. He followed as Amelia led the way toward their car, a sleek black vehicle parked a safe distance from the destruction.

The drive was long but lively, thanks to Amelia's endless stories. Jack sat in the back seat with her, while Clark took the wheel.

"You know, Jack," Amelia began, leaning back with a nostalgic smile, "when I was younger, I could turn heads just walking into a room. They used to call me the Jewel of the East."

Jack raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? Hard to imagine you as anything but a troublemaker." Your next read awaits at empire

Amelia laughed, swatting his arm lightly. "I'll have you know I was quite the charmer. Men would line up just for a chance to dance with me."

Clark snorted from the driver's seat. "And now you're stuck babysitting Doc. Life sure has a sense of humor."

Amelia narrowed her eyes. "Careful, Clark, or I'll tell Jack about the time you got stuck in a tree trying to impress a girl."

Jack perked up. "Now that's a story I want to hear."

Clark groaned, shaking his head. "Don't encourage her, Doc. She'll make it sound worse than it was." Clark said as he looked at the rear mirror weirdly.

"Worse?" Amelia teased, her eyes sparkling. "You cried for an hour before we got you down."

Jack also looked at the mirror with Clark couldn't hold back his laughter. The lighthearted banter made the miles fly by, and for a moment, he forgot the weight of their mission.

The bustling city was a stark contrast to the chaos they had left behind. Towering skyscrapers and bright lights welcomed them as they pulled up to a luxurious hotel in the heart of Manhattan.

Amelia stepped out first, her usual elegance on full display. Jack followed, taking in the grandeur of their surroundings.

"Not bad," he remarked, adjusting his coat. "I could get used to this."

Clark smirked as he locked the car. "Careful, Doc. You might start liking the New York life too much."

They entered the hotel lobby, where Amanda was already waiting at the lobby because Jack texted her. Her face lit up when she saw Amelia, and she rushed over, embracing her mother tightly.

"Mom!" Amanda exclaimed, her voice filled with joy. "I was starting to think you'd never make it."

Amelia smiled, holding her daughter close. "You know I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Jack watched the reunion silently, a small smile on his lips. It wasn't often he saw such genuine happiness, and it reminded him of why he had taken this journey in the first place.

After a few moments, Amanda turned to Jack, her expression softening. "Jack, it's good to see you again."

"Likewise," Jack replied, his tone warm but reserved.

Amanda's gaze lingered on him for a moment before shifting to Clark. "And you must be the infamous Clark."

Clark nodded, his usual smirk in place. "Guilty as charged. And you must be Amanda, the daughter of the Mad WW2 veteran ."

Amanda chuckled. "I see my reputation precedes me."

The group made their way to a private suite, where Amanda had arranged a gathering for all of Jack's companions. Katrina was already there, her shy demeanor contrasting sharply with Amanda's confident presence.

"Jack!" Katrina exclaimed, her cheeks flushing as she ran to greet him. "I've missed you."

Jack smiled, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's good to see you too, Katrina."

The room buzzed with energy as the group settled in, each person sharing stories and catching up. For the first time in weeks, Jack allowed himself to relax.

As the evening wore on, Jack found himself reflecting on the relationships he had built with each of the women in his life.

Amelia, with her sharp wit and maternal instincts, had been a pillar of strength during their journey. Amanda's intelligence and resourcefulness had been invaluable, while Katrina's unwavering loyalty reminded him of the importance of trust.

"Lost in thought, Doc?" Clark's voice broke through his reverie.

Jack glanced at him, smirking. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have all of you around."

Clark chuckled. "Careful, Doc. You're starting to sound sentimental."

Jack laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe I am. But I mean it. I wouldn't have made it this far without all of you."

The room fell quiet for a moment as his words sank in. Then, Amelia raised her glass.

"To Jack," she said, her voice strong and steady. "And to whatever comes next."

The others joined in, their glasses clinking together in a toast to the future.

After the toast, the group settled into a comfortable rhythm. Jack leaned back on the plush sofa, observing the lively interactions between the women. Katrina, still a little shy, clung close to Amelia, who seemed to revel in the role of a protective matriarch.

Amanda, as sharp as ever, sat beside Clark, interrogating him with a playful smile. "So, Clark," she began, her tone teasing, "what's the story behind you calling Jack 'Doc'? I thought he was more of a rogue than a scholar."

Clark smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, Doc's full of surprises. You wouldn't think it, but he's got a brain under all that bravado. He invented some miraculous medicine's ."

Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't listen to him. Half the time, I was just winging it."

Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Winging it? Jack, please tell me you weren't experimenting on Clark."

Clark groaned. "Oh, he definitely was. Once, he used some kind of herbal concoction on me. It worked, but I couldn't taste anything for a week."

The room erupted in laughter, the tension of their earlier journey forgotten for a moment.

As the night wore on, Jack found himself drawn to the balcony, seeking a moment of quiet amid the lively chatter. The city lights stretched out before him, a dazzling sea of color that seemed to pulse with life.

"Jack?" Katrina's soft voice pulled him from his thoughts.

He turned to see her standing hesitantly in the doorway, her cheeks flushed. "Hey, Katrina. Couldn't handle the noise?"

She shook her head, stepping out onto the balcony. "No, I just… wanted to talk to you."

Jack leaned against the railing, gesturing for her to join him. "What's on your mind?"

Katrina hesitated, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "I just… wanted to thank you. For everything. You've always been there for me, even when I wasn't sure I deserved it."

Jack's expression softened. "Katrina, you don't have to thank me. We're a team, remember? I've got your back, and you've got mine."

She smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You always know what to say."

For a moment, the two of them stood in silence, the city sprawling beneath them.

Back inside, Amanda and Amelia were deep in conversation. Clark, sensing the shift in tone, quietly excused himself to check on the car.

"So, Mom," Amanda began, her sharp gaze fixed on Amelia. "What's the real reason you came here? I know you wouldn't risk traveling unless it was important."

Amelia sighed, her confident demeanor faltering slightly. "You're too smart for your own good, Amanda. But yes, there's something I need to tell you all."

Amanda leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "I'm listening."

Amelia glanced toward the balcony, ensuring Jack and Katrina were out of earshot. "There's been a shift in power. Something big is happening, and it's going to involve all of us. I need you to stay close to Jack, no matter what."

Amanda frowned. "You're being cryptic, Mom. What kind of shift?"

Amelia's expression turned grave. "Let's just say the peace we've been enjoying won't last much longer. Jack will need every ally he can get when the time comes."

Meanwhile, Clark found Jack outside, leaning on the balcony rail.

"Deep in thought, Doc?" Clark asked, stepping beside him.

Jack glanced at him, a faint smile on his lips. "Just enjoying the view. It's not every day we get moments like this."

Clark nodded, his tone growing serious. "Listen, Doc. I know we're all joking around tonight, but you need to keep your head on straight. Something's coming, and it's not going to be pretty."

Jack's eyes narrowed. "What do you know, Clark?"

"Not much," Clark admitted. "But Amelia's been on edge since we left. If she's worried, we should be too."

Jack nodded, his mind racing. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Clark."

"Anytime, Doc. Just don't let your guard down."

Back in the suite, Jack gathered everyone together, sensing the need for unity.

"Alright," he began, his voice firm. "I know we've all been through a lot lately, but I need you to know how much I appreciate each of you. This isn't just about me—it's about all of us. Whatever's coming, we face it together."

Amelia stepped forward, her usual confidence bolstered by his words. "You're right, Jack. We've come this far, and we're not backing down now."

Amanda nodded, her sharp mind already working on strategies. "I'll make sure we're ready for anything. Just say the word."

Katrina, though quieter, stood tall. "I'll do my best, Jack. I promise."

Clark smirked, clapping Jack on the shoulder. "Looks like you've got yourself a solid team, Doc."

Jack smiled, a renewed sense of purpose filling him. "I couldn't ask for better."

As the night wore on, the group couldn't shake the feeling of an impending storm. Despite the laughter and camaraderie, a sense of unease lingered in the air.

Jack stood by the window, staring out at the city below. His mind raced with possibilities, each one more dangerous than the last. Whatever was coming, he knew one thing for certain: they would face it together.

For now, though, they would enjoy the calm before the storm.