Who: Jack and Sky What:being found! When:an hour or two after the attack-can be edited depending how long Sky takes! Where: the alley of doooooom. warnings: TBA who knows with these two. Status: COMPLETE; log.
It almost felt like dejavu. Laying there in that dark alley amongst abandoned trash bags and hungry cats, on the edge of consciousness. He remembered one other time similiar nearly a year ago as his unfocused eyes stared at the brick wall and closed. He couldn't fight it anymore. He lie in a puddle of his own blood, unable to move anymore. His clothing torn at his side from the knife, and his breathing labored. This was it. Had to be. Nobody knew where he was. He managed to text Sam about the demons, warn him but that was it. He had no energy for more than one or two words at a time. He wasn't even sure those got across. He had no strength to hold the phone and call. He couldn't even sit up anymore. All he could do was wait and feel his body become numb. Thinking was difficult with each passing minute. He wasn't even sure if that morpher was still working. It was covered in crimson liquid from his hands and lie open beside him. Blinking red like a homing beacon every few seconds.
Then there was the fact that he didn't even know if Sky would come for him. He'd disappointed him so much already. This would be the kicker. He wouldn't hold it against him if he didn't come. But nobody could stop him from being angry with himself. He wanted a chance to go back and do things all over again. To make things right...now it didn't even look like he was going to get to see him again, and ontop of that he was dying alone. Sky had been the only thing on his mind since he'd arrived. Before? He'd been so focused on Kira's death, on all the problems around him that he'd been sinking into depression. Finding him in the park that night made him better. Sky always did. He was the best partner he could have ever asked for. They fought, they bitched, but they were always there for eachother. He wouldn't trade it for the world. He hoped Sky knew. There were so many things he still wanted to tell him.
Sky was an equal mix of angry and concered. Angry because after all of that yelling and deciding to take some time off, Jack went and did something stupid. Concerned because...well, Jack went off to do something stupid and hadn't responded. So, like the good guy that he was, he'd changed and followed the signal. Dressed in the blue uniform of his Ranger Suit, Sky felt fairly confidant. Still, there was a lot he didn't know. A lot that Jack refused to talk about, really. But that was neither here nor there.
Soon he was in the alley. "Jack," he called out when he noticed the crumpled form on the ground and ran for him.
There was still alot he had to tell Sky. He would, soon. If he could. Right now it was looking less and less likely that he could. But once he was able, everything would change. There were two demon bodies on the opposite side of the small alley, dead. He'd managed to get at least that many before they cornered him and out numbered him. Out powered him, basically overwhelmed him. He'd tried to take time off, set things straight and everything had been going fine, except for a sudden strange sickness that kept him down at times, he was calming down. Relaxing until this new threat came along. But his heart had been in the right place at the time. He could stop working at the precinct. He could stop working until he made himself sick. But he couldn't stop patrol. It saved too many innocent lives-and that was what they were about wasn't it? The sound of Sky's voice did nothing, he didn't move, didn't budge. His morpher was beside him still blinking red like a warning. His skin was cool to the touch and paled from blood loss. He was breathing, but with difficulty. He was alive, but barely.
Not good. He wasn't sure if he should move Jack. Of course, if he didn't move him, there was a 99% chance that he would be dead anyway. Grabbing the bloodied morpher, Sky pocketed it, and then shifted slightly. "Jack," he said forcefully, "I need you to help me, okay? You can't fall asleep. Sleep is bad, you got it?"
There was a voice calling his name. He heard it vaguely through the fog of pain. Felt something close to him, something familiar. Heavy eyes barely slid open. The alley was unfocused and blurry when he started to come too. He saw the dark blue uniform first and attempted to sit up. A sharp hiss of discomfort escaped his lips and his hand moved quickly back to his side. He couldn't move. Not by himself anyway. "..you came for me?" How had Sky found him ? Did that mean the morpher still worked? Or did he actually manage to call him before he blacked out? So many questions raced through his mind. But he didn't have the energy to ask them.
"You're an idiot," Sky said, "now wake up and stay with me." He hoisted Jack up. "Can you put your arm around my neck?" He was gonna kill him. No. He'd get him fixed up. Let him heal up. THEN kill him.
"I know.." He didn't fight, he wasn't exactly feeling smart. But seriously how was he supposed to know there would be demons waiting for him? That wasn't the reason he felt so stupid. At lest now he had to slow down. He didn't have a choice. It was slow down or die. He wasn't ready to die yet. He was to stubborn, Even after being stabbed he refused to just lay down and die. He was glad it paid off. Sky had actually come. He didn't know what to say. After everything that had happened, Sky was still there. "You were right. About everything."
"I know," Sky said. "Usually am." With a grunt, Sky stood up and adjusted so that he held onto him more firmly. "Jesus, have you gotten fatter?" This was Sky trying to distract Jack. "This is gonna hurt," he said, "we gotta get you to the hospital." Suddenly, Sky was running as fast as his suit allowed.
"Nice to see you too." Jack smirked half heartedly. "Gonna tell me about my hair next?" His voice was strained,he tried to focus a little more on Sky. All he really wanted to do was sleep. His arm wrapped as tightly as he could manage around Sky's neck. He couldn't really move so he let Sky do most of it for them. Just trusted that Sky knew what he was doing. Even if it hurt like a bitch. "Wanna go home.." He protested the hospital as Sky pushed to get him there, his hands clutched tightly at Sky's shoulder. The hospital scared him. He knew that he really didn't have much choice, That didn't mean he wasn't going to complain.
"Oh no," he said. "We can't make you less dead at the hospital. And we want to be not dead, right?" It was the last thing he said before he focused on just getting to the hospital.
Jack held on as long as he could. "Not dead.." He slurred dizzily. But it wasn't all that long at all. He'd lost alot of blood by the time Sky had arrived. How he was conscious that long was only because of Sky's distraction. Without it he was gone in minutes. His head dropped against Sky's shoulder as he rushed them. Not a minute to soon. He was in bad shape and only getting worse the longer they lay there. Doctors took him into the emergency room immediatly. Some stopped to stare at the blue clad power ranger, but most just went back to work. Super heroes, vampires, rumors of weird things in the night was all something this city was used too. Functioned around even. Nobody even really questioned how Jack was in the condition he was in. They were used to it and just went to work in the E.R. It was touch and go for a while. But a few hours later when they were confident they had his vitals strong enough they released him to the recovery room. The sedatives began to wear off and his eyes opened. He winced at the strong white light and shifted to his side. "..Where am I?" He asked, not sure if anyone was in the room. Everything was blurry and everything hurt.
Sky was slumped in a chair. They had taken all of Jack's things so there wasn't really a way to contact anyone. At the sound of Jack stirring, Sky's eyes fluttered open. "Jack?" He rubbed his eye and sat up. So, he wasn't dead. Good. He could kill him later. He cleared his throat. "Hospital."
Jack had been able to contact Sam at least before hed lost consciousness the first time, though he didn't remember. Which was probably good, the text he sent likely didn't make much sense. The others were still in the dark about the demons and that needed to change as quickly as possible. It was nearing morning by the time he started to sit up, he could feel rays of light through the window blinds against his skin that was bare save for a hospital robe. Lovely. Lifting an arm in attempt to touch his side he cringed both at the jerk of being attached to the machine and the tenderness of the wound. "How'd I get here?" More importantly..Sky was there. Had he stayed all night? "You okay?" Suddenly not so worried about his wound, but if he was injured wasn't it only logical that Sky was involved somehow? His side was wrapped and several stitches held together the wound. He was exhausted and mentally drained, the entire night was a blur to him.
"Are you like completely stupid," Sky said. Suddenly back in angry mode now that Jack was alive and pretty much going to make it. Time to rip open a new wound. "Were you fucking dropped as a kid?"
"...what?" His brows furrowed together as he watched him. Confusion written over his groggy features. " Sky.." Jack was trying to understand but he was still half asleep. Nothing made sense yet and Sky was standing there yelling at him? "What're you talkin'bout Sky?"
"Going out there alone," he said through gritted teeth. "What were you thinking?" He stood up and stared to pace, rubbing his face, and turned back to look at Jack. "If I hadn't come by, you'd be dead right now." He placed his hands on his hips. "Do you realize that?"
Part of him wanted to stand up and try to calm him down, and the other part wanted to shrink under the blankets and hide. He didn't know how to respond, So he just slid down in bed a little further and looked away. He wasn't in the mood to fight, didn't have the energy. "I wanted.."..He trialed off and closed his eyes. He wanted to show Sky he remembered. He remembered everything. The training they went through, How to do things right. But once again they ended up wrong. Every damn thing he attempted the past week had gone so horribly wrong. "..I don't know.."
"Jack," he said looking up at the ceiling because he couldn't quite look at Jack. "You need to stop running into this stuff without thinking about it first. Coming up with a plan. Or hell, going at it alone. It's how you get dead." He finally looked at him. "You could be dead right now, Jack. Dead." Sky finally looked away. "Dead." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Remember that next time you run into an alley and don't know what the fuck is going on." Then Sky stormed out to get a cup of coffee.
"..Sky. Wait." He was already out the door. What was that all about? Jack was frustrated and drained. Right when he finally thought he had a handle on things Sky up and turned everything upside down. Threw him into a confusion like none other and Jack didn't know how to react to it. "...Way to go Landors." He groaned as he lay back in bed and closed his eyes. His head throbbed and his side ached. He couldn't sleep anymore, all he could do was think. Remember how things used to be. They were starting to get along so well before he up and left SPD. He remembered how sharp they'd gotten, they could literally read eachothers next move before the other even thought of doing it. Now it was like a glacier was between them. Jack hated it He didn't understand it and Sky refused to talk to him. Folding his arms-or attempting too, he winced as the monitoring machine kept his left arm straight. He wanted to fold it. Burying his head in his hands instead he turned on his side facing the window and just frowned. Everything he did was pissing him off somehow. He'd thought about breaking free. Following Sky. He really wasn't in the mood to be yelled at more. So he stayed put and waited for once.