Heather (lightningrapier) wrote in lightningfanfic, @ 2007-12-09 06:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | dee vasquez, jack hammer, phoenix wright, will powers |
Phoenix Wright - Jack/Will - PG-13ish - The Villian
Title: The Villian
Author: Emily lightningrapier
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Pairing: hinted Jack Hammer/Will Powers
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: Spoilers for case three in PW: AA. Big ones!
Summary: Will Powers just can't believe that someone could ever have ill intentions in their heart. Not even Jack Hammer.
Disclaimer: Will Powers and Jack Hammer belong to Capcom and their creators. Just borrowing.
Notes: This was written for an old temps_mort on LJ prompt, "Obscure characters". I guess they aren't too obscure, but I really wanted an excuse to write them. Written in my call center job training class, because I'm hardcore like that.
Originally posted at LJ on May 22, 2007. Moved over because SixApart are lying douchebags.
Phoenix had been so quick to tell Will that Jack had framed him out of some secret, buried hatred -- but Will was such a damn skeptic. Had Jack really hated him? Had he even really been going to attack Dee at all?
In the days after the trial, Will sat around, trying to come up with any possible solution, and other reason why Jack would have been talking to Dee in his costume. Was he... trying to wear the costume to remember old times? Trying to show Dee what a better hero he made, rather than a villian?
Jack had been gruff, but always so nice to him... Will just couldn't accept that he hadn't been a good person.
Maybe he was naive, just like everybody said. Even Phoenix Wright had thought so, nice as he was -- Will had been able to tell just by the way the man had looked at him.
But Jack...
"Hey," he'd said, quietly, coming outside to the clubhouse balcony. It was the Global Studios New Year's party, and Will had been standing alone outside, frozen strawberry margarita half-drank and half-melted in one hand. "What are you up to out here all on your own, huh? Not a party animal?"
Will had looked up, surprised.
"Err, it's not like that..." he said, grinning a little. "Just kind of loud in there, I guess."
"Ahh. You're sick of the fighting extras." Jack walked over, joining him on the balcony, leaning against the railing, standing just inches beside the man.
"...They're a little jarring," Will admitted.
"I brought you another, but it looks like you quit."
Will blinked, trying to figure out what Jack was talking about. When Jack held up the glass in his hands, though, Will looked surprised. A new margarita!
"O-oh! No, I just...I totally forgot I was even... holding... it's just..."
Will shut up, quickly setting down his melted drink and grabbing the one Jack had brought. The man looked pleased, and that made Will happy.
"...Thank you, Jack."
"Yeah, yeah."
It was a weird memory to think back to, Will mused. He hardy remembered that night at all -- he'd fallen asleep on that balcony while talking to Jack and woken in an unfamiliar house to the smell of breakfast cooking. In retrospect, the drink had tasted a little funny, and Jack had been awfully insistent around making him finish the whole thing, and Will hadn't even been that tired before...
And that damn bottle of sleeping pills in the trial evidence had been practically empty. There was no way it had only been used once.
Damnit, Jack.
Of course, he'd probably needed to make sure it would work. But all the pieces were finally coming together in Will's mind, and that only cemented that Jack was dead, that it was going down in the records that he had been trying to hurt Dee Vasquez and do it in Will's name, that he was in every way the villian he'd been so wrongfully cast.
And that was the only reason Will could cry.