Who: Jack and Ramona
When: Wednesday morning
Where: Suite 34-D
Summary: Jack decides to pay Ramona another visit.
Rating: R???
Warnings: Jack being crazy and creepy as fuck
He knew he said he wouldn't try to contact her. He wasn't supposed to come back. It was too dangerous, he had to stay in hiding, watch her from afar and make sure she stayed safe--
But the more he watched, the more suspicious he became. She was talking to people on the network but he couldn't find all the posts. Secret conversations. Was she hiding something, too? She was acting strangely-- yes, he was sure of it, she was acting very strange. Nothing like Ramona. Something was off.
Maybe she wasn't Ramona. Maybe she was a twin, too, and the telepathy thing was a distraction. No, that wasn't even right, she never even used it in the first place. He was mistaken. She tricked him into thinking she had one thing when really she wasn't the real Ramona at all, and that's why she was hiding things from him and making plots behind his back, trying to force him to stay near her so his twin could kill him while his guard was down.
He couldn't be sure, but he hadn't felt more sure of anything in his life. That wasn't Ramona, but she knew where Ramona was. Maybe she knew where the others were, too, or a way to get past the defences in suite 31 without alerting his twin.
Jack knew what he had to do.
Whenever she woke up, she would find Jack Noir sitting at the foot of her bed, cross-legged, staring at her with an expression of barely contained rage. Waiting.