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[ecto_biologist]

Who: John Egbert and Jack Noir
When: Friday
Where: Suite 31, Room A.
Summary: John and Jack get the same order - one neither is willing to go through with, so they take a stand in the way only they can.
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, Tragically Hilarious Dialogue, Heartwarming Bromances, Alcohol, Collar-Inflicted Fatal Injuries,

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[ecto_biologist]

It's been a while since he's seen Jack act like this - and watching him go for his collar, he's about to tell him not to resist Val - but then something kicks in his gut.

Jack was here for a reason, and he wasn't going to do a damn thing. That's when it occurred to John.

She asked them both. Of course she would ask them both. The three of them were pretty close - asking both to betray the other in the worst way would be an experiment she'd give.

John stared at Jack for a moment, his hand in a fist at his side. For the first time in a long while, a spark lit in his heart. A small fire, which quickly bloomed into something... he didn't know what it was. His limbs were moving all his own. He moved up, standing up only a moment, he moves over beside jack, putting his back up against his as he sat back down on the floor.

"Yeah, you know what. You've got a point, Ace. Just another test. And I'm pretty sure this is one class I don't want to pass." He grit his teeth and back stiffened as he went for his neck - he could feel spikes pressing in on his neck and drawing blood at his refusal, and he can feel a nnumbing surge that had to be an electrical current hitting him. After a minute he was able to regain use of his voice, gasping and gritting.

"We're.... not gonna take this. Not a... f-fucking chance."

[hesalreadyhere]

His hair stood up when he saw the shit John is getting now-- electrocution, not as big a deal to a dersite, but he knew too well how frail humans can be-- and part of him felt guilty. He was forcing this choice on the kid. Then he remembered what option B was and shrugged that thought right the fuck off. If John decided to fuck over his best friend, Jack wouldn't stand for that, either. No one was fucking anyone up. Not under his watch.

It hurt like hell, and he was sure John was hurting too, but this wouldn't be permanent. They would be brought back, they would recover. Dave had already suffered enough damage to last him a lifetime, and he didn't get a free recovery courtesy of the Consortium's resurrection crew.

Jack pulled his jaw into a grin, teeth clenched from the pain he was gradually tuning out. Dave would be useless if he got any more fucked up. And a useless Knight would only drag the rest of them down.

Yeah, this was the better option.

"This isn't fuck-all," he growled, his voice steadier. "Hey, kid. Remember-- 103? This isn't-- f-fucking anything compared to that."

Unfolding a quivering wing, he stretched it behind John's back, pulling him in a little. Now is as good a time as any to grant him wingblankie privileges.