Who:Jack and Kira (closed) What: confusion and the first ghost When: DECEMBER 17th Where:His place Warnings: TBA
The last week had been crazy. Faith's birthday party, the loss of his partner. Sky being M.I.A. and avoidier than usual. All Jack wanted to do was curl up on the couch with a good game, and a cold soda. So that was exactly what he did. He unclipped his weapons from his belt. He pulled off his badge and put it all down on the worn coffee table infront of him. Everything was ready. His laptop was hooked up to his t.v. for better screen play. Projecting the image onto the television instead of just the small laptop screen. His controller was in his hand also plugged in by U.S.B. He had his evening all planned out. Until he sat down.
The second he sat down his eyes were heavy with sleep. He hadn't been sleeping well at all the past week, and now it seemed to be choosing to catch up with him. He tried to fight it, but it failed. Jack curled up in the corner of the couch, music from his game playing softly in the background lulling him to sleep. He wanted a dreamless sleep, and for a while it was. But it didn't last. It never lasted. That was why he avoided it for so long until his body just finally crashed.
Hours passed of blissful comforting dreamless sleep until a scuffle of boots roused him slightly to alert the ranger that he was no longer alone. But he was to groggy to notice right away. The phone rang and the sound of boots was temporarily lost in his attempt to sit up, Jack blinked his sleep ridden eyes and closed them again as if nothing happened trying to go back to sleep. Riiing A cranky whining sound "I'm coming I'm coming.." escaped his lips as he reached for the cellphone on the coffee table with his other abandoned things. His hand fished clumsily until he found it, his eyes still closed. The house was warm. He didn't want to wake up until he heard the voice on the other side of the line and even then that wasn't what got his attention. "Yeah?" He said rudely into it. Only half paying attention. Something was standing by the couch right next to him. A familiar shape, body, and voice saying his name.
"Jack.." It was gentle and quiet. Jack almost wasn't sure he heard it at all. It said his name again. Jack froze. the voice on the other end of the phone too annoyed and impatient with the wait to stick around, hung up and only a dial tone flooded the receiver. "No.." He breathed as his hand wrapped around the phone more tightly than before and the woman stood gracefully to kneel beside him and touch her finger to his cheek in an affectionate manner. "Kira..?" A thin smile warmed her face in reaction to the name. Her fingers went right through him..and his heart sank, and the color drained from his face. "You're not Kira." She looked lost of what to say for a moment.
"You're them." The PTB had to be doing this right? That bitch had to be..His features tightened to a hardened scowl, and she reached to touch him again. "Jack.." Her brows furrowed in confusion and alarm as he reeled. "It's me.." She tried to reassure. Jack pulled back and glared sharply. "Don't touch me." He warned. It was half hearted. His guns were to close to her to reach for. To far for comfort. That was stupid. But how could he have known this was going to happen? Was it all a dream?..She looked the same way she did before he burned her. Beautiful.. A sight for sore eyes. For a minute Jack nearly gave in when she approached for a third time. His eyes closing as she leaned in to embrace him. The PTB were playing Illusionists again. Because this couldn't happen. There were no such things as ghosts. The red ranger couldn't take it anymore. The mind games were one thing, but this?
"Don't take another step." He ordered as she tried to inch closer. Jack had only one thing up his sleeve to stop her from moving. So he used it. He threw the phone from his hand through her, and when he looked up she was gone. The phone was shattered and he glared up at the ceiling tears threatening his eyes. "My fault..It's my fault.." He'd been making so much progress with the dealing, and now he felt like he was ten yards back where it all began. His hands shook and his vision distorted with moisture.