Jack Landors (robinindahood) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-10-15 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack landors, sky tate |
Who: Sky and Jack
What: possibly not arguing. for once
When:Not long after the board posts of chaos and missing people, but before going to "see" future!Xander. Late night, the 15th of October.
Where: Their apartment.
Warnings: who knows with these two honestly..
STATUS: in progress.
Jack had kept quiet long enough. If anything was ever going to change between him and Sky, he knew that needed to be the place he started. The silence that killed. It wasn't helping anybody. The recklessness he'd been guilty of wasn't helping anybody. He couldn't help anybody if he got himself hurt. Or worse. He was starting to get that. Contrary to popular belief he did learn, sometimes it just took a near death experience to get it through his stubborn head. This was something he didn't want to go alone. Sam, Faith, Buffy, and Jacen were missing and unreadable. Strong fighters. Toughest he knew actually. The Hyperion was filled with all sorts, them? They were levels above the rest, and they were missing. Whatever was going on was bad, it was game face time.
He needed Sky by his side. Wanted to go about this the right way. The Winchesters were going in after Sam, John and Dean. Like hell he was going to sit on the sidelines. Sam was his best friend. Faith too. Both of them..he was worried. For the longest time he tried to put a barrier between S.P.D. and his personal life, but he didn't want that anymore. Sky was important to him, they made a hell of a team in the past, in New Tech City. He wanted that back, needed it. Never wanted this distance between them, alot of it was probably his fault anyway so who better to try and fix it? He was tired of tension and anger. Wanted things to be like they used to be. Wordless partnership, flawless team. For that to happen he had to start trusting Sky again. Learn to open up all over. He'd shut down after Charlie, and Kira. A lot had happened during the year he was away, it was hard to deal with. He needed help. They had always been like yin and yang. It was crazy, but it worked.
Jack was sitting in the kitchen watching his phone in his hands. Hoping that by chance Sam, or Faith would get his messages. That they were somehow alright. There was a black and red lined duffel bag of weapons on the floor, ready to go at a moments notice. A half eaten piece of pie he'd found left over in the fridge infront of him on the table. The place was quiet. No video game playing in the background, no comics. Just a heavy air of thought and worry hanging overhead.