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tampered2006-08-29 02:40 am
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Nightmares and familiar static
When; Middle of the night, after midnight...start of "No Secrets Untold" day
Rating; PG-13 to R
Characters; Jack Sparrow
Summary; Jack awakens from a nightmare, unaware his thoughts are being broadcast
Log;
"Don't worry, Lucy -sweet girl- , Captain Jack would never let harm come to you. Surely you trust in that, eh?"
He cupped his dirty hand to the side of that cherubic face and watched her bright smile answer far better than a dozen excited little 'yes's could ever do. Jack tool the child by her small hand and led her out on deck. The white, delicate, christening gown she wore seemed to glide, unsullied, across the filthy deck boards as she walked. His hand came to rest on her shoulder and stop her as they reached center of the deck.
"I've something to show you, Lucy. You'll truly like this, I think. You do wish to be a brave girl and help your dear Captain, do you not?"
Another easy agreement. Her small hands tugged at his shirt and bade him, come down to her level. Jack lowered himself to find her small arms around his neck and soft kisses left on his cheek. "Thank you, papa." She said, though he could not begin to understand why. What was there to thank him for? And was she already so quick to think of him as her father? Jack smiled down at her all the same as he stood to full height again.
"That's a good girl, Luce."
So trusting..
The call of the kraken rocked the ship and the beast's huge and terrible tentacles were up from the waves and crashing to the deck fast. Jack pushed the girl forward, and -though weeping- she went; giving herself up to its hunger. It grabbed her and took her and then it was appeased.
The pirate stood, blank and lost for a moment; unsure of what he had done or why. Then a hand (his hand) was on his shoulder, and a voice (his voice) was at his ear.
"Well done, Jack. Better her than you! You can't live a life of complete freedom without the occasional casualty. When that...thing..comes back, we'll just feed it good ol' mommy and you'll be fine! How hard is it to find an innocent here and there? Someone too good to survive? The world needs balance, Jack."
Sands pat Jack on the shoulder and the pirate turned to him, smiling.
"Right, mate. Whotever keeps me alive..."
"And gets you your big, pretty boat. Right?"
The CIA agent smiled back in that beautiful, cruel way they both can manage. He was wearing a soft, black blindfold and his shirt was just a little unbuttoned. He moved closer to Jack, putting a soft hand to the pirate's face in the same way Jack had done o Lucy.
"You know I'm right. This is for the best and then you'll have the Pearl and we'll all go home. ... I might even miss you, prick."
Another grin and Sands was pressing his lips to Jack's. It was sweet, and warm and Jack's fingers moved up to tangle in Sands hair, as his twin moved matching hands over his back and they stumbled across the deck. Jack's back hit hard against the mast and he tugged at Sands' hair in retaliation. It was an equal battle to match pleasure for pleasure and pain for pain for a good long while. Until, in their clawing, the blindfold fell from Sands' eyes. Jack thought to apologize, but found himself staring into brown eyes the same deep shade as his watching him over Sheldon's wicked grin.
"Got these from the detective. Aren't they nice? Too bad they don't seem to last..."
Though he tried to reach for a weapon, Jack found himself chained securely to the mast as Sands laughed.
"Don't take it wrong Jack, but we have to go for what we want, right? Better you than me..."
The knife the agent drew from his belt was so strange, but Jack had little time to contemplate the thing before it was being buried in his eyesocket.
When the pain of the dream becomes to real, Jack wakes up. He's sweating, though he won't move farther from the warm body next to his. Tia is his tether to reality for now. He lies still, breathing heavily; mind racing.
~*Oh God...Oh God... That didn't happen. No...of course not... it WON'T happen. I...I'm not.. I can't be. Not like that. No well I never was. Just a dream. All it is. Nothing to worry for... But.. Sands. Sands... Bastard, awful brilliant mad bastard. Beautiful? Could have been. Used to be. Won't be tricked. Mimic. Copy Twin. Nothing nothing. Simple line. Just something to watch and be wary. Warning is fare and I'm better for it. So why why why am I scared? Scared? Yes. Plenty reason. Good, sound, solid reason. The girl's mother. Sands. Jones. The devil. DEATH. Snap out of it, Sparrow, this display is pathetic. No use in starting at dreams, of all things. Clearly, you know your surrounding dangers. Better than you can often be credited with, now isn't it? I know a great many things. Like the the depth and quality of your mother, you swine. Not here. Shite. Just me. Just thought. Been long enough since that? Christ... calm calm calm... Nothing nothing. Listen, Jack, just sodding LISTEN...*~
He concentrates on the waves, his breath, Tia's breath and silences his mind for a moment. Maybe he'll even be able to fall back to sleep.
Rating; PG-13 to R
Characters; Jack Sparrow
Summary; Jack awakens from a nightmare, unaware his thoughts are being broadcast
Log;
"Don't worry, Lucy -sweet girl- , Captain Jack would never let harm come to you. Surely you trust in that, eh?"
He cupped his dirty hand to the side of that cherubic face and watched her bright smile answer far better than a dozen excited little 'yes's could ever do. Jack tool the child by her small hand and led her out on deck. The white, delicate, christening gown she wore seemed to glide, unsullied, across the filthy deck boards as she walked. His hand came to rest on her shoulder and stop her as they reached center of the deck.
"I've something to show you, Lucy. You'll truly like this, I think. You do wish to be a brave girl and help your dear Captain, do you not?"
Another easy agreement. Her small hands tugged at his shirt and bade him, come down to her level. Jack lowered himself to find her small arms around his neck and soft kisses left on his cheek. "Thank you, papa." She said, though he could not begin to understand why. What was there to thank him for? And was she already so quick to think of him as her father? Jack smiled down at her all the same as he stood to full height again.
"That's a good girl, Luce."
So trusting..
The call of the kraken rocked the ship and the beast's huge and terrible tentacles were up from the waves and crashing to the deck fast. Jack pushed the girl forward, and -though weeping- she went; giving herself up to its hunger. It grabbed her and took her and then it was appeased.
The pirate stood, blank and lost for a moment; unsure of what he had done or why. Then a hand (his hand) was on his shoulder, and a voice (his voice) was at his ear.
"Well done, Jack. Better her than you! You can't live a life of complete freedom without the occasional casualty. When that...thing..comes back, we'll just feed it good ol' mommy and you'll be fine! How hard is it to find an innocent here and there? Someone too good to survive? The world needs balance, Jack."
Sands pat Jack on the shoulder and the pirate turned to him, smiling.
"Right, mate. Whotever keeps me alive..."
"And gets you your big, pretty boat. Right?"
The CIA agent smiled back in that beautiful, cruel way they both can manage. He was wearing a soft, black blindfold and his shirt was just a little unbuttoned. He moved closer to Jack, putting a soft hand to the pirate's face in the same way Jack had done o Lucy.
"You know I'm right. This is for the best and then you'll have the Pearl and we'll all go home. ... I might even miss you, prick."
Another grin and Sands was pressing his lips to Jack's. It was sweet, and warm and Jack's fingers moved up to tangle in Sands hair, as his twin moved matching hands over his back and they stumbled across the deck. Jack's back hit hard against the mast and he tugged at Sands' hair in retaliation. It was an equal battle to match pleasure for pleasure and pain for pain for a good long while. Until, in their clawing, the blindfold fell from Sands' eyes. Jack thought to apologize, but found himself staring into brown eyes the same deep shade as his watching him over Sheldon's wicked grin.
"Got these from the detective. Aren't they nice? Too bad they don't seem to last..."
Though he tried to reach for a weapon, Jack found himself chained securely to the mast as Sands laughed.
"Don't take it wrong Jack, but we have to go for what we want, right? Better you than me..."
The knife the agent drew from his belt was so strange, but Jack had little time to contemplate the thing before it was being buried in his eyesocket.
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When the pain of the dream becomes to real, Jack wakes up. He's sweating, though he won't move farther from the warm body next to his. Tia is his tether to reality for now. He lies still, breathing heavily; mind racing.
~*Oh God...Oh God... That didn't happen. No...of course not... it WON'T happen. I...I'm not.. I can't be. Not like that. No well I never was. Just a dream. All it is. Nothing to worry for... But.. Sands. Sands... Bastard, awful brilliant mad bastard. Beautiful? Could have been. Used to be. Won't be tricked. Mimic. Copy Twin. Nothing nothing. Simple line. Just something to watch and be wary. Warning is fare and I'm better for it. So why why why am I scared? Scared? Yes. Plenty reason. Good, sound, solid reason. The girl's mother. Sands. Jones. The devil. DEATH. Snap out of it, Sparrow, this display is pathetic. No use in starting at dreams, of all things. Clearly, you know your surrounding dangers. Better than you can often be credited with, now isn't it? I know a great many things. Like the the depth and quality of your mother, you swine. Not here. Shite. Just me. Just thought. Been long enough since that? Christ... calm calm calm... Nothing nothing. Listen, Jack, just sodding LISTEN...*~
He concentrates on the waves, his breath, Tia's breath and silences his mind for a moment. Maybe he'll even be able to fall back to sleep.
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"Jack..." she begins, her mind slowly working to put up the mental shields and walls she uses with her own knd. It's 'cheating' perhaps, but it's necessary. She won't have anyone looking into her thoughts. It's bad enough with the nosy, busybody 'angels'.
"Must be a dream." She rubs at her eyes, and burrows against his leg. It's still black out. Much too early. "Go back to sleep. Hmmphh..." it was still chilly, even if the snow was melting, and Jack had been very warm.
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"Are you certain? I'm not so sure that I slept... I mean to say, I have slept, but not at the time that I was hearing your voice. Making it all the more curious... Bah."
Right now, it's all a bit frustrating and confusing. But he'll be more awake eventually, and he'll remember to think it all over again.
~*Why would she lie to me? I heard her... Turning? Betrayer? No...not this one... I can trust her. I can trust her to do what's good by her...*~
He settles back onto his pillow, but his thoughts are too busy for immediate sleep.
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Tia loved her life as a mortal. This, of all the times she'd been born, was her favorite. Her most beloved. She didn't know all the time who she really was - it was only during her maturity that the memories returned to her. Often the process was horrifying and painful, but with this life... she didn't really want to go back. She didn't want to grow old, and leave this behind. She loved her home in the bayou, she loved her family and her friends. She loved the pirates and the tricksters and the wicked and divine men who came to her and praised her and payed her and made love to her. The idea of Jack ruining it for her because of this forsaken City..
Tia wrapped her arms around herself, trying to force herself to fake going back to sleep.
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~*Hearing things again, Jack? Now...tha' would be a problem, wouldn' it, Captain? Sod off. Just part of a dream. Was it? Damn..*~
"Bugger."
Jack huffs and lays back down. He rolls to press his back against Tia. As much as the company may help, the longer Jack is awake the more whispers he hears from more voices. It's disquieting. He has limited voices in his head. Ones he's used to. New ones can't be a good sign. He closes his eyes and struggles to block out the noise and sleep again.
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Tia sat up, irritated. Jack's thoughts in her head are much louder than usual, and even though she's set up her internal walls, she's tired and uncomfortable and she knows it's not infallible. She tends to know what Jack's up to all the time anyway, she doesn't need a line by line playback. It's obnoxious and it's not how she likes to use her skills - she finds it rude, even if she's not doing it on purpose.
"I have things to do if sleeping be done for," she muttered, leaving Jack to her bed, glad they're in her room. It was still dark out, the blue black cold of morning on the water, but she could feel dawn was less than an hour away, and the sun would be creeping to them shortly. She began to sort through her belongings for a suitable dress for the day. Tia planned on going out to find an island and staying there for the duration of the curse - she needed space to meditate and be away from the chaos that she could feel at the edge of her mind, people already awake and shrieking at each other. Come morning it would be nothing short of madness all across the City.
What was more, she knew she had to protect herself from any slips she might make that day. She'd already given Jack plenty of ammunition to put together her secrets, and she wasn't about to give him any more. She was growing annoyed with him - Tia didn't like being annoyed. She needed a break, needed space, and she knew Jack wouldn't argue with that general idea, even if he'd rather not have the ticking right now. He'd find someone else easy enough - and if not, it wasn't Tia's problem. She could deal with it, so could he.
Fixing herself with a colorful wrapped skirt and a linen top, she stood by her mirror to fix her hair with shining pins to keep it in order, not feeling like having it in her eyes.
"Take some tea before you go out," she suggested, not really aware if he was even still awake. "It calm you." Jack would know what she meant, and where she kept it. He'd either drink it or he wouldn't. Tia picked up her bag, and slipped from the room, off and away into the early morning.
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Jack doesn't yet realize there's a curse this day. He's sure he's simply lost his mind again and worse than ever before. At least he knows where he is...
"Mmm... Fine. Yes. Alright. I do hope all goes well for you. .... And I am calm. ... Very." Jack mumbles from under the covers with his face pressed to the pillow.
He pulls the blankets tighter to compensate for the lost body heat and balls up tighter in the bed.
~*Why would I not be calm? Why. Why am I not? ... Noise. Too much of it. She knows. Knows it's going wrong..gone wrong...all buggered. Shite. Alone now? Yes. Good... More better this way. For me. For her.. For me. Blast. I'll never get back to sleep. I don't need her for it... I don't I don't I don't...*~
Once left alone and still hearing soft sounds above the ticking, he gives up on sleep. He wraps the sheets around himself and trudges to his quarters where he shall spend the rest of the day. At least he learns it's not just him...and that's when he listens harder.