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Harry Lockhart used to be great. Now he’s amazing (bad_narrator) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2014-02-21 01:41:00

Entry tags:

harry lockhart, jacen solo

Who: Harry Lockhart, Jacen Solo
What: Harry’s losing the fight for his sanity. Jacen finally tracks him down
Where: One of Harry’s hiding places in New York City
When: Friday night, February 21, 2014
Warnings: Language, potential violence, Harry’s lack of sanity
Status: Closed, ongoing
(cut text lyrics from Losing my Religion, by R.E.M.)

It wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working? Well, he supposed he knew why, really, this was the cage meant to hold Lucifer for eternity, but that didn’t help the frustration. You lose more if you don’t play into it, that was the message it had tried to sling him, but he couldn’t anymore. If he couldn’t fit into what it wanted him to do, and he couldn’t force its hand, then how would he get out of this? Was he just stuck in this part of the cage forever, waiting for the moment when they’d start tearing into him?

It had been over two weeks since he’d stabbed Spike and disappeared from Lawrence and they either hadn’t found him yet or were waiting to catch him off-guard. Just walking down the streets felt like the Matrix, all these people just filler, little slips and figments designed to make him feel at home, and the moment he relaxed, any one of them could end up being the one that caught him out. He knew Sherlock at least had been looking for him. New York was his city; he knew how to navigate the seedy back alleys and slummy neighborhoods and blend in with the other dregs of society, but this was only going to last so long. The cage was creating all this after all; it already knew where to find him. This was all part of the game.

His eyes burned and his stomach was churning, nicotine and exhaustion gouging his senses. Funny how even in a fantasy world his body fell prey to stress. He’d holed up in the office of some old abandoned building, settled himself in the corner behind the desk for the night. It was cold and there was no power or running water, but it was dry and no other derelicts had laid claim to it yet, so at least he had some level of privacy. Harry slipped a cigarette out of the carton and lit it; he was down to his last two. Maybe if he was lucky he'd end up somewhere where that wouldn't matter anymore.

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jeditraitor
2014-02-21 02:14 pm UTC (link)

Jacen had decided he didn't like new York. It reminded him far too much of Courscant. What that did mean though was that he knew how to hunt someone down here. The Commander of the Galactic Alliance Guard had not relied on the Force alone when ensuring the stability of the galaxy on the little mess of a planet. His not so secret secret police, killing, attacking indiscriminately, getting the job done.

And here he was now, on a planet far from his galaxy. Hunting someone for a very different reason, with no intent of hurting them. He had every intent of good here. Harry was lost, and Jacen had been lost once too. His life flowing from him, burning in white, everything that was Jacen Solo falling away, replaced by a coldness, the coldness replaced in its time with the monster that he had fashioned himself to become.

He stood on the balance point of that now. Not Caedus, not yet. But further from Jacen than was entirely happy with. He'd split off from Khan, from Sherlock once he'd gotten a rough idea of where Harry was. He hadn't seen either man since.

But he could sense the broken. The lost. Trapped and hurting. And closer he went until he could smell the nicotine.

"Hello Harry." he said simply, trying to appear vaugely non threatening. Which wasn't always easy when you were Jacen Solo. He figured as long as he kept away from the lightning they were doing okay. "Can we talk, just you and me?"

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bad_narrator
2014-03-07 09:40 am UTC (link)

Harry startled at the sound of Jacen's voice and flashed out of sight. "Shit!" he hissed, then clapped a hand over his mouth. He didn't want to have to run again. He got lucky before, but Jacen... he wouldn't get away from someone like him so easily. Or maybe this was it, maybe this was how he ended this time? Wounding his friends before they could wound him, then hunted down like a dog... like one of the monsters that Harry himself used to help hunt, back before the Cage swallowed him whole.

He stubbed the cigarette out against the floor and tried to peek out over the desk. "Go away," he said, voice strained. "I don't want to talk." He had to focus hard to keep his invisibility going; it was always such a strain anymore, keeping a grip over it, but he didn't dare let Jacen see him.

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jeditraitor
2014-04-01 09:34 am UTC (link)

Jacen of course didn't move. Harry might not have wanted to talk but he was going to do so. He reached out with the senses he had honed so well over so many years of training. His eyes narrowed, the smell of the cigarette a dead giveaway.

"Not going anywhere. And you're not escaping me, invisible or not. You know how this will go if you run. But you're not going to run, you're going to talk to me. And we're going to talk about reality."

Jacen understood how bad things could get when you didn't know what was real and what wasn't. He understood that moment where you just couldn't tell. Its why he'd hoped he'd be the one to track him. "I've been where you are. Not in hell, nothing so tied to one world, but lost in pain and hurt and anger. I've lost myself. And it took a moment of acceptance, the love of my life and my family to pull myself back out. It was hard, it was messy and frankly I don't think I ever got fully out. Not all of me. But you can move past. You can live, function, you can even be happy. You just need to accept that its part of you now."

He knew where Harry was. Not by sight. But by sense.

"Are you going to let me help you, your choices are that or...well, I'll bring you in."

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