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 Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 4:38 pm
"Then I'll get them,"Jack insisted, though he was resistant to the idea. He didn't want them involved, too. He didn't want to drag people in and make this as big as it felt in his head, as all-spanning and consequential and <******** stupid. But he didn't want a hell getting dogged with questions, especially since they would be taking her phone away.
But Jack's opposition wasn't nearly as obvious as his silent concerns as they shared a look, one that easily said he wouldn't worry: he would obsess. Laser focus and concentrate and parse until something could be done to just end this nightmare. The worry had never left; there had always been a trace of it when he asked her if she had had visions lately or not, every question bracing for the day she said yes. The peace could only last so long. It was so horribly ironic that he had send her back to quarantine once again. The one act he had always questioned out of all his morally gray choices had to be initiated because, what, they were paranoid? Because of ******** Chris getting taken?
(Chris, was ******** sake.
He pulled Chel up into a heated kiss without much warning, gathering her up in a messy grip of clothes and skin. Jack almost wanted to request another artifact session just in case (just in case what?), but he knew the time couldn't be risked. If any part of his mad theory was right, they'd need every minute given. But he couldn't let Chel go despite that, he could t break that selfish need for more.
"We're both hunters now," he said eventually, forcing the panic far back down again. It was facts and confidence and musing aloud. "I can ask to oversee this. You won't get that s**t treatment again, you didn't invite this in."
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 5:43 pm
To be a part of Jack in an artifact induced shared mind meant that even now, Chel knew partially what he was thinking, what that look meant, what he hid behind a kiss.
"What so you'd give me s**t treatment otherwise?" She hit his shoulder with a weak fist. "The ******** kind of boyfriend are you?"
To pull Jack into the mess was cruel, but it was a cruelty she had confidence he could and would face for her. She couldn't do it on her own after all. Someone had to tell H. Someone had to quarantine her. Someone had to watch her.
< If need be, someone must kill you. >
She nodded. "We need to go." Yet she didn't relent her grip, didn't move. She felt guilty, actually, that she was pushing such urgency, when maybe they should have been more sentimental.
She just didn't want to think of these as her last words.
It would be okay.
It had to.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 5:56 pm
He chuckled humorlessly and replied, "The shitty kind, apparently." The one who was going to have to put his foot down on the bleakest decisions and, if necessary, be the villain that said no where someone else would have asked for mercy on Chel's behalf.
Jack closed his eyes and stole one more kiss, let his teeth catch on her lips before finally letting her slide back down to her feet. "You wanna grab anything else before we go?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 6:00 pm
Chel was infinitely grateful that Jack was braver than she was. She was too cowardly to steal a kiss, too afraid that if she leaned even one inch closer she would call it off and seal herself in the room with him, consequences be damned. Resolution came without control.
"They'll take it anyways," she said softly, shaking her head.
"You're hella shitty." She nodded and pushed towards the door. "But you owe me a ring."
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 6:28 pm
Ducking under the threshold of the door, he led them down the stairs, his normally lengthy strides shortened. "I'll lift one off Chauncey, how's that sound?"
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