i want to taste you again
Jack rolls his shoulders as if to convince the tension in them to release its grip. It works, sort of, and he's left simmering at the window of the map room while Finch stands, cowering and thoroughly useless at his back. No further leads, no initiative, no point to him other than to deliver bad news and to stroke his ego with his thoughts. (And he's not complaining about that, but it'd be nice to have something of substance to go with it).
"Fuck," he hisses at last, turning back to the table to flick the ash from his smoke into a glass tray. "This can all wait, then." Reaching out, he pushes a paperweight off the corners of the chart to let it roll itself back up, a scroll as useless as the missing ledger. "Fuck are you still standin' around looking stupid for?" he asks Finch then, snapping his fingers towards the shelves of other scrolls and maps, most of them neatly labelled in the Captain's own hand.
"Grab the one for the Fingers," he says curtly, tightening the old scroll from the table and fastening it with a frayed leather cord, before thrusting it into Finch's hands. "Then get out. No, wait."
While the thief presumably does as he's bade, Jack finds a scrap of parchment and scratches a quick note on it, folding it neatly. "Give that to Murph on your way."
"Fuck," he hisses at last, turning back to the table to flick the ash from his smoke into a glass tray. "This can all wait, then." Reaching out, he pushes a paperweight off the corners of the chart to let it roll itself back up, a scroll as useless as the missing ledger. "Fuck are you still standin' around looking stupid for?" he asks Finch then, snapping his fingers towards the shelves of other scrolls and maps, most of them neatly labelled in the Captain's own hand.
"Grab the one for the Fingers," he says curtly, tightening the old scroll from the table and fastening it with a frayed leather cord, before thrusting it into Finch's hands. "Then get out. No, wait."
While the thief presumably does as he's bade, Jack finds a scrap of parchment and scratches a quick note on it, folding it neatly. "Give that to Murph on your way."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
