Resolution
Here's the first chapter of something I've been wanting to write for so long. It isn't a long story!!
Pairing: Jack/Ennis/other
Genre: cannon I guess...
Author: Hugsuzie
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Annie Proulx. I’m not earning any money from this and am writing just for fun.
Feedback: Yes please! I don't have a beta so feel free to highlight/ correct any discrepancies!
Authors’ Notes:
This story has been growing in me for some time... It's based on the film absolutely nothing is changed (including Jack's death -SORRY!)so it's not AU, but it does move the story on further... well, we'll see if you think it's labelled correctly. Hopefully it's only about 4 chapters! (Short concentration span!)
Ennis rubbed his belly and pulled the sheets down from over his head. He kept his eyes closed and ran through the vivid dream he’d been having of Jack. There was a fire. Ennis had been curled in a tight ball, naked and helpless, trapped and crying like a baby. Jack had come to him, through the fire like a vision. In the dream he too had been naked. Partly out of habit Ennis’ hand slid down between the sheets and encircled his semi erect cock. It had been young Jack, his muscular body lit by the flames. He had come up to Ennis and lifted him up in his arms. Ennis had felt the softness and warmth of his chest as he looked up helpless into Jacks deep sorrowful eyes. Jack was walking through the flames saying ‘I can help you’. Then suddenly they were face to face, Jack’s eyes burning with fear and disappointment into Ennis’, he repeated, more urgently now, ‘I can help you Ennis!’ This time it seemed like Jack was right in the trailer next to him, with his mouth close to Ennis’ ear.
Ennis eyes shot open and he took in the silent shadowy interior of his home. The pale rays of dawn were beginning to turn the thin drab curtains golden. Everything was still. The familiar morning scene that greeted him was made unfamiliar by two new additions. A suit hanging on the outside of the closet, the dry cleaner’s cellophane wrapper still intact, and filling the minute floor space between table and sink was a large box wrapped as best he could in cherubs and hearts. Today was the day.
But not yet. Don’t be in too much of a hurry to start it all. Stay a while and savour Jack’s young body. Ennis’ hand took hold of his cock but Jack’s fearful face haunted him too much. The moment was gone. Time for coffee. He mad his way over to the little stove still thinking about what Jack had said. About to light the ring he stopped himself and, muttering ‘Not today, none of the old today, treat yourself Ennis’ he tipped the old dregs into the sink and made a fresh pot. He knew where the dream had sprung from. It was a trip he hadn’t thought of in ages and as the new coffee brewed Ennis took himself back to that long forgotten winter.
It had been the in the February after Jack had sent that card, after the motel. Back in them days Ennis had indeed ‘Come away easy’ and they’d already met up once in October and again in December, but the wait had been excruciating for Ennis. He’d hardly noticed Christmas, stayed in new year, and began counting the days till they’d be together again on the first morning of 1968. By February the thaw was coming to the foothills, but the peaks were swathed in snow. The weather was clear and bitter cold, even more so up on the top where icy north winds blew ripping through your coat and shirt freezing your bones. Ennis had wanted to go back up to where they had camped that first summer.
‘It’ll be too cold up there Ennis, let’s explore the valley this time.’ Jack had looked up and the snow covered pasture high above them. Nothing between there and heaven thought Ennis. Jack had never been a lover of cold or any real discomfort, but Ennis had a yearning to go back there. Pitch where they had pitched, make the fire in the old circle if it was still there. He had kept on whining, Jack being Jack, had eventually given in, and they had guided the two bay mares up the narrow path that lead to the old campsite. The path zig zagged up through the trees. Through the branches Ennis could see the valley below bathed in sunshine. The sounds of the river filtered up to the two men. All was still in the forest, small rivulets of spring water trickling below the hooves heading down the steep slope to meet the river below.
‘See’, said Ennis after a while, ‘The thaw’s comin’
‘I guess’ replied Jack but his jaw was still set in a grim look. Ennis had taken the lead, pushing the mare on up the mountainside and finally emerging above the tree line and into the sunlight.
The wind was strong. Even Ennis had to admit that. He had to shout to Jack to even make himself heard. ‘You okay?’
‘I guess. But I don’t see how were gonna pitch if this wind don’t die down.’ Jack yelled back, keeping a tight rein on the mare, and his other hand clamped to his Resistol.
‘It’s okay. It’ll be in the lea’ Ennis wasn’t accustomed to being the optimist, didn’t seem right to Jack neither, who didn’t look convinced. But they spurred the horses on, up into the wind and the ice, Jack’s mare plodding in the holes in the frozen snow made by Ennis’.
‘This is crazy!’ hollered Jack. Ennis had turned to look at him as a strong blast of wind caught the side of his head. The two men watched helpless as Ennis’ hat had rose up into the air. Spinning and tipping it hovered above them like a flyin’ saucer before gently leaning to one side to begin a graceful descent, gliding out of sight over the brow up ahead. Ennis jammed his heels into the horse and hurried her on up to where he could see. The small rise this side lead to a sheer face of rocks on the other. Not too high, about 30 feet Ennis guessed, and half way down, sitting on a little ledge, for all the world as though someone had put it there, was Ennis’ hat.
‘Shit! I guess you’ve lost it’ Jack was beside him. Ennis handed Jack his reins and jumped off his horse.
‘Ennis! What the hell do you think you are doing? That ain’t no place to be climbing this time a year!’ But his words were carried away over the cliff, unacknowledged. Ennis was already climbing down. Jack got down himself and peered over the edge.
‘God dammit Ennis! You idiot! I can help you! Let me tie a rope round you at least!’
Ennis looked shouting ‘I’m okay. I got it!’ Don’t need no help from you Twist and I ain’t no idiot. He was able to make his way down steadily. Behind the cliff the wind was low, and the rocks weren’t as sheer as they looked from above. Ennis gritted his teeth in bitter determination. Slowly he edged over and down finally placing his foot on the ledge where the hat lay. He moved his left hand down gingerly to reach it, at the same time looking up to see Jacks worried face following his every move.
Ennis opened his mouth to shout ‘Got it!’ but as he did so he felt his right hand slip and loose its grip. Instinctively he grabbed out with his left hand, but there was nothing to grab. Jack watched as Ennis’ look of triumph turned to terror and he and the godddamn hat plummeted to the snow below.
Luck finally decided to play a part in things and Ennis landed on a snow covered bush which broke his fall so that when Jack brought the horses round from the side Ennis was already beginning to clamber out. Big red smears of blood stained the snow, however, and Jack looked to see a large rip in the arm of Ennis coat.
Ennis stamped over to where his hat lay innocently on the floor and clamped it on his head, unable to stop a wince of pain with the movement of his arm.
‘Ennis let me see your arm. I can help you’
‘I’m okay’ But he wasn’t. The wound was deep, so deep he couldn’t even pull himself up on the horse. Helpless, he let Jack remove his coat and shirt, (‘is that all you got on Ennis? Ain’t ya frozen?’) and wrap the wound in a bandage.
‘By rights I should take you straight to a hospital with a cut like this’ Jack looked up at Ennis, their eyes meeting in a shared understanding, that whatever might happen that would be impossible, they could not get separated yet, their need for each other was too great. So instead Jack helped him back into his clothes and back on to the mare, and then lead the way back down out of the ice and wind into the forest. The going was easy and within and hour they were on a grassy meadow by the river laying out the tent. Ennis let Jack put his arm in a sling and followed his instructions willingly. ‘I’ll get the tent up, you find some fire wood. Whatever you can carry.’
The afternoon, though warm for February, was still cold enough for Jack to moan about. Ennis’ beans warmed them up some, Jack’s whiskey warmed them up more.
‘You idiot’ smiled Jack from beneath his hat as they lay on a blanket side by side.
‘I ain’t no idiot Twist’ grinned Ennis, a flush of embarrassment took to his cheeks, but was hidden below his hat.
Jack twisted round up on to one elbow, a devious glint in his eye.
‘Always gotta have it your own way aint ya Del Mar?’ He pulled up Ennis hat revealing Ennis’ sheepish grin below.
‘I guess I do.’ He replied, feeling Jack’s hips moving in closer to his side.
‘And what is your own way now Ennis Del Mar?’ Out of habit Ennis gave a quick look around to check for company and then put his good arm round the back of Jack’s neck, pulling the grinning lips to his.
‘This.’
Pairing: Jack/Ennis/other
Genre: cannon I guess...
Author: Hugsuzie
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Annie Proulx. I’m not earning any money from this and am writing just for fun.
Feedback: Yes please! I don't have a beta so feel free to highlight/ correct any discrepancies!
Authors’ Notes:
This story has been growing in me for some time... It's based on the film absolutely nothing is changed (including Jack's death -SORRY!)so it's not AU, but it does move the story on further... well, we'll see if you think it's labelled correctly. Hopefully it's only about 4 chapters! (Short concentration span!)
Ennis rubbed his belly and pulled the sheets down from over his head. He kept his eyes closed and ran through the vivid dream he’d been having of Jack. There was a fire. Ennis had been curled in a tight ball, naked and helpless, trapped and crying like a baby. Jack had come to him, through the fire like a vision. In the dream he too had been naked. Partly out of habit Ennis’ hand slid down between the sheets and encircled his semi erect cock. It had been young Jack, his muscular body lit by the flames. He had come up to Ennis and lifted him up in his arms. Ennis had felt the softness and warmth of his chest as he looked up helpless into Jacks deep sorrowful eyes. Jack was walking through the flames saying ‘I can help you’. Then suddenly they were face to face, Jack’s eyes burning with fear and disappointment into Ennis’, he repeated, more urgently now, ‘I can help you Ennis!’ This time it seemed like Jack was right in the trailer next to him, with his mouth close to Ennis’ ear.
Ennis eyes shot open and he took in the silent shadowy interior of his home. The pale rays of dawn were beginning to turn the thin drab curtains golden. Everything was still. The familiar morning scene that greeted him was made unfamiliar by two new additions. A suit hanging on the outside of the closet, the dry cleaner’s cellophane wrapper still intact, and filling the minute floor space between table and sink was a large box wrapped as best he could in cherubs and hearts. Today was the day.
But not yet. Don’t be in too much of a hurry to start it all. Stay a while and savour Jack’s young body. Ennis’ hand took hold of his cock but Jack’s fearful face haunted him too much. The moment was gone. Time for coffee. He mad his way over to the little stove still thinking about what Jack had said. About to light the ring he stopped himself and, muttering ‘Not today, none of the old today, treat yourself Ennis’ he tipped the old dregs into the sink and made a fresh pot. He knew where the dream had sprung from. It was a trip he hadn’t thought of in ages and as the new coffee brewed Ennis took himself back to that long forgotten winter.
It had been the in the February after Jack had sent that card, after the motel. Back in them days Ennis had indeed ‘Come away easy’ and they’d already met up once in October and again in December, but the wait had been excruciating for Ennis. He’d hardly noticed Christmas, stayed in new year, and began counting the days till they’d be together again on the first morning of 1968. By February the thaw was coming to the foothills, but the peaks were swathed in snow. The weather was clear and bitter cold, even more so up on the top where icy north winds blew ripping through your coat and shirt freezing your bones. Ennis had wanted to go back up to where they had camped that first summer.
‘It’ll be too cold up there Ennis, let’s explore the valley this time.’ Jack had looked up and the snow covered pasture high above them. Nothing between there and heaven thought Ennis. Jack had never been a lover of cold or any real discomfort, but Ennis had a yearning to go back there. Pitch where they had pitched, make the fire in the old circle if it was still there. He had kept on whining, Jack being Jack, had eventually given in, and they had guided the two bay mares up the narrow path that lead to the old campsite. The path zig zagged up through the trees. Through the branches Ennis could see the valley below bathed in sunshine. The sounds of the river filtered up to the two men. All was still in the forest, small rivulets of spring water trickling below the hooves heading down the steep slope to meet the river below.
‘See’, said Ennis after a while, ‘The thaw’s comin’
‘I guess’ replied Jack but his jaw was still set in a grim look. Ennis had taken the lead, pushing the mare on up the mountainside and finally emerging above the tree line and into the sunlight.
The wind was strong. Even Ennis had to admit that. He had to shout to Jack to even make himself heard. ‘You okay?’
‘I guess. But I don’t see how were gonna pitch if this wind don’t die down.’ Jack yelled back, keeping a tight rein on the mare, and his other hand clamped to his Resistol.
‘It’s okay. It’ll be in the lea’ Ennis wasn’t accustomed to being the optimist, didn’t seem right to Jack neither, who didn’t look convinced. But they spurred the horses on, up into the wind and the ice, Jack’s mare plodding in the holes in the frozen snow made by Ennis’.
‘This is crazy!’ hollered Jack. Ennis had turned to look at him as a strong blast of wind caught the side of his head. The two men watched helpless as Ennis’ hat had rose up into the air. Spinning and tipping it hovered above them like a flyin’ saucer before gently leaning to one side to begin a graceful descent, gliding out of sight over the brow up ahead. Ennis jammed his heels into the horse and hurried her on up to where he could see. The small rise this side lead to a sheer face of rocks on the other. Not too high, about 30 feet Ennis guessed, and half way down, sitting on a little ledge, for all the world as though someone had put it there, was Ennis’ hat.
‘Shit! I guess you’ve lost it’ Jack was beside him. Ennis handed Jack his reins and jumped off his horse.
‘Ennis! What the hell do you think you are doing? That ain’t no place to be climbing this time a year!’ But his words were carried away over the cliff, unacknowledged. Ennis was already climbing down. Jack got down himself and peered over the edge.
‘God dammit Ennis! You idiot! I can help you! Let me tie a rope round you at least!’
Ennis looked shouting ‘I’m okay. I got it!’ Don’t need no help from you Twist and I ain’t no idiot. He was able to make his way down steadily. Behind the cliff the wind was low, and the rocks weren’t as sheer as they looked from above. Ennis gritted his teeth in bitter determination. Slowly he edged over and down finally placing his foot on the ledge where the hat lay. He moved his left hand down gingerly to reach it, at the same time looking up to see Jacks worried face following his every move.
Ennis opened his mouth to shout ‘Got it!’ but as he did so he felt his right hand slip and loose its grip. Instinctively he grabbed out with his left hand, but there was nothing to grab. Jack watched as Ennis’ look of triumph turned to terror and he and the godddamn hat plummeted to the snow below.
Luck finally decided to play a part in things and Ennis landed on a snow covered bush which broke his fall so that when Jack brought the horses round from the side Ennis was already beginning to clamber out. Big red smears of blood stained the snow, however, and Jack looked to see a large rip in the arm of Ennis coat.
Ennis stamped over to where his hat lay innocently on the floor and clamped it on his head, unable to stop a wince of pain with the movement of his arm.
‘Ennis let me see your arm. I can help you’
‘I’m okay’ But he wasn’t. The wound was deep, so deep he couldn’t even pull himself up on the horse. Helpless, he let Jack remove his coat and shirt, (‘is that all you got on Ennis? Ain’t ya frozen?’) and wrap the wound in a bandage.
‘By rights I should take you straight to a hospital with a cut like this’ Jack looked up at Ennis, their eyes meeting in a shared understanding, that whatever might happen that would be impossible, they could not get separated yet, their need for each other was too great. So instead Jack helped him back into his clothes and back on to the mare, and then lead the way back down out of the ice and wind into the forest. The going was easy and within and hour they were on a grassy meadow by the river laying out the tent. Ennis let Jack put his arm in a sling and followed his instructions willingly. ‘I’ll get the tent up, you find some fire wood. Whatever you can carry.’
The afternoon, though warm for February, was still cold enough for Jack to moan about. Ennis’ beans warmed them up some, Jack’s whiskey warmed them up more.
‘You idiot’ smiled Jack from beneath his hat as they lay on a blanket side by side.
‘I ain’t no idiot Twist’ grinned Ennis, a flush of embarrassment took to his cheeks, but was hidden below his hat.
Jack twisted round up on to one elbow, a devious glint in his eye.
‘Always gotta have it your own way aint ya Del Mar?’ He pulled up Ennis hat revealing Ennis’ sheepish grin below.
‘I guess I do.’ He replied, feeling Jack’s hips moving in closer to his side.
‘And what is your own way now Ennis Del Mar?’ Out of habit Ennis gave a quick look around to check for company and then put his good arm round the back of Jack’s neck, pulling the grinning lips to his.
‘This.’