POTC drabble - "Without"
May. 27th, 2009 04:16 amTitle: "Without"
Rating: PG for Pretty G
Post-AWE AU: J/E, W/E, J/W, (WTF, BBQ, OMG, PDQ, ETC.)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I turn a profit from them visiting my brain.
Summary: Jack's fucked up again. What'll win - regret or cynicism?
A/N: I've had in mind a third story to go with A Sorta Fairytale and Moving On but not much more than a nebulous idea for it - from Jack's POV. This could've been the beginning of it. Written off the
potc100 prompt "intoxication."
Comfort in numbness. Intoxication did that, banishing memory and need.
It also had the fortunate effect of making all around him bright and cheerful. A party in a bottle, he considered, lifting his dirty glass and swirling the bottom inch of warm rum, tilting drowsily forward.
When he lifted his eyes past the distorted glass, over the rim, he found both defectors watching with great humor. Scrubbed of their circus makeup, they looked fit and satisfied … which Jack conspicuously was not.
“Why’re you here?” Will casually demanded.
“He screwed up.” Elizabeth’s eyes fixed Jack. “But, with which of us?”
Rating: PG for Pretty G
Post-AWE AU: J/E, W/E, J/W, (WTF, BBQ, OMG, PDQ, ETC.)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I turn a profit from them visiting my brain.
Summary: Jack's fucked up again. What'll win - regret or cynicism?
A/N: I've had in mind a third story to go with A Sorta Fairytale and Moving On but not much more than a nebulous idea for it - from Jack's POV. This could've been the beginning of it. Written off the
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Comfort in numbness. Intoxication did that, banishing memory and need.
It also had the fortunate effect of making all around him bright and cheerful. A party in a bottle, he considered, lifting his dirty glass and swirling the bottom inch of warm rum, tilting drowsily forward.
When he lifted his eyes past the distorted glass, over the rim, he found both defectors watching with great humor. Scrubbed of their circus makeup, they looked fit and satisfied … which Jack conspicuously was not.
“Why’re you here?” Will casually demanded.
“He screwed up.” Elizabeth’s eyes fixed Jack. “But, with which of us?”