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Title: Never, without you.
Author:
order_of_chaos
Pairing: Sparrington.
For:
jedipirate. For the picture-prompt drabble-meme.
Summary: Angst. Or perhaps it's just fluff in disguise. (No, it's angst.)
Never, without you.
It's the sort of broken you don't want to see on anyone - not an enemy, not a friend, and certainly never a lover.
James didn't turn as Jack approached; as if it wasn't worth the effort to see who had entered. As if he didn't care.
The wounds - Jack studied them with forced objectivity - weren't so bad. Nasty - the man had been whipped cruelly, and there was no way those didn't hurt like hell - but endurable. And James was good at enduring. He shouldn't be like this.
It was James spirit - the fierce, tempered fire that ran beneath his every action - that was missing; as if it had been burnt away to nothing but ashes.
Jack found his voice with an effort. "James?"
"They told me you were dead," James said slowly, not turning. "Are you not so?"
Jack moved forward at that, clasping James' shoulders and turning him to face him. "No," he promised. "Not without you, love. Never, without you."
James smiled finally, heartbreakingly, and fainted.
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Summary: Angst. Or perhaps it's just fluff in disguise. (No, it's angst.)
Never, without you.
It's the sort of broken you don't want to see on anyone - not an enemy, not a friend, and certainly never a lover.
James didn't turn as Jack approached; as if it wasn't worth the effort to see who had entered. As if he didn't care.
The wounds - Jack studied them with forced objectivity - weren't so bad. Nasty - the man had been whipped cruelly, and there was no way those didn't hurt like hell - but endurable. And James was good at enduring. He shouldn't be like this.
It was James spirit - the fierce, tempered fire that ran beneath his every action - that was missing; as if it had been burnt away to nothing but ashes.
Jack found his voice with an effort. "James?"
"They told me you were dead," James said slowly, not turning. "Are you not so?"
Jack moved forward at that, clasping James' shoulders and turning him to face him. "No," he promised. "Not without you, love. Never, without you."
James smiled finally, heartbreakingly, and fainted.
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Date: 2005-07-16 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-16 02:58 am (UTC)*provides back-up tissue-box*
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Date: 2005-07-16 02:42 am (UTC)Awww, that's so wonderful! (Not the whipping, not the angst, but Jack's last lines...)
*melts*
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Date: 2005-07-16 02:48 am (UTC)Fluff in disguise, yes?
Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2005-07-16 02:50 am (UTC)Poor them.
Or should I say - lucky them?
It's really hard to decide a mood for this fic.
But it's brilliant. :) Will share it with the Farmer today when I see her. :D She adores your fic like I do. :)
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Date: 2005-07-16 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-16 11:02 pm (UTC)But yay! So glad to have such awesomeness written for me. ^_^ *huggles*
*Treasures story greatly*
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Date: 2005-07-17 02:05 am (UTC)And don't be sad - they're alright. They're alive, they're together, and that's all that really matters to either of them.
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Date: 2005-07-17 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-17 01:56 am (UTC)Jack's tired, James is barely conscious, and neither of them really have the energy to be awake. They just are. But they're both together, and both alive, so everything else is alright. Or will be, at least.
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Date: 2005-07-19 11:25 am (UTC)Intense, angsty but with the promise of good hurt/comfort following.
*cuddles fic*
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Date: 2005-07-19 06:27 pm (UTC)*smirks*
Delighted that you liked it!