Drabbles, part trois
Four drabbles: Profiler, Alias, The Pretender.
For velvetwhip. Jack. Grace. Profiler.
She returns home from work later than she expected. The house is in darkness and she reminds herself to check the bulb on the front porch.
She's halfway up the stairs when the smell hits her: thick, coppery, filling her nostrils, choking her.
She runs the rest of the way to the bedroom, flicks on the light, then immediately wishes she hadn't.
Morgan's on the bed, covered in blood, a single white rose on his chest.
She falls to her knees.
Later they will see Jack's message scrawled on the wall, telling them this kill is for Grace, not Sam.
For faith_chaos: Sam. Jack. Profiler/Alias.
Glancing down at the notes she's made, Sam wonders what she was thinking when she agreed to do this, and she's relieved it's only temporary. Trish owes her for this.
Sam takes a breath then looks up to face Jack Bristow's glare. She sighs.
"Agent Bristow, I understand this is a difficult subject for you but it's important that we have an accurate profile of Irina Derevko-"
"You have no idea-"
Her tone softens. "I lost someone too."
Jack closes his eyes. "Irina didn't kill Sydney. Her profile won't help the investigation. This is a waste of time."
For clevergretchen: Jack. Irina. Alias.
He can't take his eyes off her. She's dirty and bruised but she's alive, and that's the only thing that matters. Irina is alive, and while he doesn't dare hope for reconciliation, perhaps Sydney can finally forgive him for that night in Vienna.
He notices Irina's looking at him now, and instead of the hate he expects to see in her eyes, there's pain, but something else too.
(A thousand years ago she said she loved him.)
Her lips curve in an almost-invisible smile and Jack wonders if he can hope after all.
(And he said he loved her too.)
For darkrefuge: Miss Parker in the library with a candlestick. The Pretender.
She knows she's not supposed to be here at night, but she doesn't care. Sitting curled up on the sofa, reading Little Women by candlelight, Miss Parker feels closer to her mother than at any time during the day.
She can't talk about her mother to Daddy, and Jarod hardly remembers his mother so he can't understand.
Since her Mama died, Miss Parker has no one.
Jo and her sisters may not be real, but they feel like friends.
A few weeks later, Daddy sends her to boarding school, and the midnight visits to the library come to an end.
For velvetwhip. Jack. Grace. Profiler.
She returns home from work later than she expected. The house is in darkness and she reminds herself to check the bulb on the front porch.
She's halfway up the stairs when the smell hits her: thick, coppery, filling her nostrils, choking her.
She runs the rest of the way to the bedroom, flicks on the light, then immediately wishes she hadn't.
Morgan's on the bed, covered in blood, a single white rose on his chest.
She falls to her knees.
Later they will see Jack's message scrawled on the wall, telling them this kill is for Grace, not Sam.
For faith_chaos: Sam. Jack. Profiler/Alias.
Glancing down at the notes she's made, Sam wonders what she was thinking when she agreed to do this, and she's relieved it's only temporary. Trish owes her for this.
Sam takes a breath then looks up to face Jack Bristow's glare. She sighs.
"Agent Bristow, I understand this is a difficult subject for you but it's important that we have an accurate profile of Irina Derevko-"
"You have no idea-"
Her tone softens. "I lost someone too."
Jack closes his eyes. "Irina didn't kill Sydney. Her profile won't help the investigation. This is a waste of time."
For clevergretchen: Jack. Irina. Alias.
He can't take his eyes off her. She's dirty and bruised but she's alive, and that's the only thing that matters. Irina is alive, and while he doesn't dare hope for reconciliation, perhaps Sydney can finally forgive him for that night in Vienna.
He notices Irina's looking at him now, and instead of the hate he expects to see in her eyes, there's pain, but something else too.
(A thousand years ago she said she loved him.)
Her lips curve in an almost-invisible smile and Jack wonders if he can hope after all.
(And he said he loved her too.)
For darkrefuge: Miss Parker in the library with a candlestick. The Pretender.
She knows she's not supposed to be here at night, but she doesn't care. Sitting curled up on the sofa, reading Little Women by candlelight, Miss Parker feels closer to her mother than at any time during the day.
She can't talk about her mother to Daddy, and Jarod hardly remembers his mother so he can't understand.
Since her Mama died, Miss Parker has no one.
Jo and her sisters may not be real, but they feel like friends.
A few weeks later, Daddy sends her to boarding school, and the midnight visits to the library come to an end.