JACK
"Plenty of time for all that now," Jack murmurs, the quip in response to the thoughts that paint the air between them, and he sits up a fraction as the coffee lands on the table, accepting the cup she pours for him. He can almost hear the surf crashing against the shore through the windows, the sound alone enough to bring a dozen or so memories with it, and despite himself Jack seems more awake before any of the coffee ever touches his lips.
Dumping an amount of sugar into his cup but leaving it black without really looking or measuring, the Captain stirs with the idle sort of patience that suggests he's got nothing but things to look forward to in the future. "Mm, both would be best," he agrees. "Finch can shit himself too when he learns I'm back. Still need to figure out what's happenin' with my fuckin' caches." The ones in the Fingers, he means, not the ones dangling precariously over a tar pit.
"We're home," he says suddenly, as if only just now has it occurred to him; makes sense, in fairness, given the state of him up until the healing fountain.
Dumping an amount of sugar into his cup but leaving it black without really looking or measuring, the Captain stirs with the idle sort of patience that suggests he's got nothing but things to look forward to in the future. "Mm, both would be best," he agrees. "Finch can shit himself too when he learns I'm back. Still need to figure out what's happenin' with my fuckin' caches." The ones in the Fingers, he means, not the ones dangling precariously over a tar pit.
"We're home," he says suddenly, as if only just now has it occurred to him; makes sense, in fairness, given the state of him up until the healing fountain.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
