For the bugs_n_slime ficathon

[lostakasha]

Angie at Dawn (Just Like Nicky Hopkins)
by lostakasha
Jack/Angela
PG-13
Not mine.
Beta by sweptawaybayou.
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Prompt: The people with money and guns will do what they want and everyone else will pay until the whole world blows up or burns out or whatever. - Anne Fleming (The

Comments

[damnskippytoo]

Beautiful as always. You put everything you are into every fic no matter what the pairing.

A twinge of pain shoots through his shin as he shifts and drags his useless leg over the side of the bed.

Jack crabs out of the bedroom and down the hallway, levering himself past empty rooms and locked doors and so many shadows in the dark. The service elevator at the corridor’s end is still functional; he turns the key, pulls the gate open and hobbles in, then presses the button for the basement floor.

Twenty-three rooms and he lives in six of them: a bedroom, a guest room, a darkroom, the kitchen, the living room, and the music room. He inches through the carved double doors and stops to watch the sky lighten in the east. Indigo rises on the other side of the wide old windows, pushed aloft by a sliver of pale blue and the promise of his first day above ground.

What do you usually do when you can’t stop thinking?

The piano bench scrapes tiny flecks of varnish from rills worn in the wood floor since childhood; the crutches clatter behind him as he slides onto the seat and lifts the lid over the keys.

Three things never fail him: science, sex, or music.

So Jack plays.

I loved this peek into Jack's life and home. You know it just has to be this way.

[lostakasha]

Thanks, Deb. I enjoyed writing this, and if I hadn't stopped myself it would have been a multi-chapter deal. I'm just fascinated by Jack and Angela -- not necessarily together, but their backgrounds and inner lives. *smooch*