January Fic Challenge -- New Beginnings
Title of Fic: Reversed Insight
Rating: PG
Brief Plot Summary: Insight/Ring of Fire from Jack's POV
Relationship: Jack/Sam
Finally.
Three years he'd waited for his Samantha to come out of hiding...or what she thought was hiding. Angel's farm was one of the first places he looked for her once she dropped out of sight after Tom Waters' funeral. She made it easy for him to find her because she wanted to be found. She needed him. Otherwise, she would've chosen somewhere other than her best friend's family farm to "hide."
He accepted she needed time to adjust to the change he had made in her life and he was magnanimous enough to give her that. He kept himself busy over the months that followed, but maintained a low profiler to keep Samantha at ease. One of his new projects had been starting correspondences with women in prison. He'd found a few promising candidates, blank slates he could mold into a protégé, so that he might show Samantha just what she could become if only she let go. But he couldn't stay away entirely. He'd made a few visits to the farm, lurking in the shadows and peering in the windows. The temptation to just reveal himself and claim Samantha was almost irresistible, but now was not the time.
So he watched and waited. He followed her to the bar where she sold her photographs. Once he even sat down beside her, but she never knew how close she was to him. While he didn't speak to her, he did brush against her, and that fleeting contact haunted his dreams for weeks afterwards. He purchased the photographs she brought to her dealer, well, purchased most of them. A handful he had to recover from other buyers. The FBI never connected the two murders to him, and for that he was almost disappointed. Whoever had taken Samantha's place in profiling him obviously was incompetent. Admittedly, he hadn't signed his handiwork, but even then, Samantha would've recognized his art. She would've felt his presence, known his touch as only she could.
Now finally she was ready to return to him. And he had Bailey Malone to thank for it. He'd convinced Samantha to leave her retreat and now it was time to let her know that he had never left her.
He knew the message would get to her quickest from Quantico. Well, it would get to Malone and he would not be able to lie to Samantha about it. The first girl he killed was not immediately connected to him, not even with the note he left in her throat. The second aroused suspicions, and the third seemed to confirm them. The fourth made it absolutely clear. I MISS YOU SAM. Then the clipping from the case she had solved, so that she knew he knew where she was. You've come back to me. Sealed with a kiss and signed with his blood so that she would know his passions had never waned.
Now he waited for her to return to this place she called home. He trailed his hand over her pillow, then picked it up and hugged it to himself, breathing in her scent. Returning the pillow to its place, he smoothed the soft cotton and straightened the comforter. Reverently, he placed his gift upon the bed. A dozen red roses, wrapped in white lace. Red for passion, white for purity. Nestled in the lace was a gold ring, the ring he had taken from Tom's dead hand. No longer did it bind Samantha to Tom. It bound her to him.
He saw the headlights of an approaching car through the window and ducked into the closet. She still wasn't ready to see him, not yet, but he couldn't resist watching her. He heard her voice as she entered the house, calling for Angel and Chloe, her light-hearted laughter and discussion of ice cream. Her daughter in her arms, Samantha stepped into her bedroom. She saw the roses and froze. "What's that?" she asked Angel.
"I don't know," Angel said, confused.
Samantha bent closer to the roses and saw the ring. She picked it up and stared at it for a long moment, then turned quickly to Angel. "Angel, listen to me, ok?" she said in a low voice. "I need you to hit the alarm. Jack is in the house. Get Chloe. We need to get outside and go to the car."
Angel paled and slapped the alarm button, then gathered Chloe in her arms. Samantha pulled out her gun, pushing her friend and daughter in front of her as she looked fearfully around and hurried from the room. Jack stepped from hiding with a soft laugh. Part of him screamed to just take Samantha now and end the games, but she had to come to him willingly. She had to learn what she was, and that they belonged together.
He slipped outside to where he had hidden his car and started the engine. He had planned to just leave now, but he couldn't resist following after Samantha for just a few moments. The headlights in her rearview mirror only increased her panic as she sped faster down the road. When he saw the approaching red-and-blue lights of police vehicles, he backed off, pulling on to a side road and letting Samantha escape him.
"But only for now," he said to himself much later, stroking his computer monitor as he called up pictures of his beloved. "I need you, and you need me. You've come back to me, Samantha, and soon you'll be with me, where you belong."
Rating: PG
Brief Plot Summary: Insight/Ring of Fire from Jack's POV
Relationship: Jack/Sam
Finally.
Three years he'd waited for his Samantha to come out of hiding...or what she thought was hiding. Angel's farm was one of the first places he looked for her once she dropped out of sight after Tom Waters' funeral. She made it easy for him to find her because she wanted to be found. She needed him. Otherwise, she would've chosen somewhere other than her best friend's family farm to "hide."
He accepted she needed time to adjust to the change he had made in her life and he was magnanimous enough to give her that. He kept himself busy over the months that followed, but maintained a low profiler to keep Samantha at ease. One of his new projects had been starting correspondences with women in prison. He'd found a few promising candidates, blank slates he could mold into a protégé, so that he might show Samantha just what she could become if only she let go. But he couldn't stay away entirely. He'd made a few visits to the farm, lurking in the shadows and peering in the windows. The temptation to just reveal himself and claim Samantha was almost irresistible, but now was not the time.
So he watched and waited. He followed her to the bar where she sold her photographs. Once he even sat down beside her, but she never knew how close she was to him. While he didn't speak to her, he did brush against her, and that fleeting contact haunted his dreams for weeks afterwards. He purchased the photographs she brought to her dealer, well, purchased most of them. A handful he had to recover from other buyers. The FBI never connected the two murders to him, and for that he was almost disappointed. Whoever had taken Samantha's place in profiling him obviously was incompetent. Admittedly, he hadn't signed his handiwork, but even then, Samantha would've recognized his art. She would've felt his presence, known his touch as only she could.
Now finally she was ready to return to him. And he had Bailey Malone to thank for it. He'd convinced Samantha to leave her retreat and now it was time to let her know that he had never left her.
He knew the message would get to her quickest from Quantico. Well, it would get to Malone and he would not be able to lie to Samantha about it. The first girl he killed was not immediately connected to him, not even with the note he left in her throat. The second aroused suspicions, and the third seemed to confirm them. The fourth made it absolutely clear. I MISS YOU SAM. Then the clipping from the case she had solved, so that she knew he knew where she was. You've come back to me. Sealed with a kiss and signed with his blood so that she would know his passions had never waned.
Now he waited for her to return to this place she called home. He trailed his hand over her pillow, then picked it up and hugged it to himself, breathing in her scent. Returning the pillow to its place, he smoothed the soft cotton and straightened the comforter. Reverently, he placed his gift upon the bed. A dozen red roses, wrapped in white lace. Red for passion, white for purity. Nestled in the lace was a gold ring, the ring he had taken from Tom's dead hand. No longer did it bind Samantha to Tom. It bound her to him.
He saw the headlights of an approaching car through the window and ducked into the closet. She still wasn't ready to see him, not yet, but he couldn't resist watching her. He heard her voice as she entered the house, calling for Angel and Chloe, her light-hearted laughter and discussion of ice cream. Her daughter in her arms, Samantha stepped into her bedroom. She saw the roses and froze. "What's that?" she asked Angel.
"I don't know," Angel said, confused.
Samantha bent closer to the roses and saw the ring. She picked it up and stared at it for a long moment, then turned quickly to Angel. "Angel, listen to me, ok?" she said in a low voice. "I need you to hit the alarm. Jack is in the house. Get Chloe. We need to get outside and go to the car."
Angel paled and slapped the alarm button, then gathered Chloe in her arms. Samantha pulled out her gun, pushing her friend and daughter in front of her as she looked fearfully around and hurried from the room. Jack stepped from hiding with a soft laugh. Part of him screamed to just take Samantha now and end the games, but she had to come to him willingly. She had to learn what she was, and that they belonged together.
He slipped outside to where he had hidden his car and started the engine. He had planned to just leave now, but he couldn't resist following after Samantha for just a few moments. The headlights in her rearview mirror only increased her panic as she sped faster down the road. When he saw the approaching red-and-blue lights of police vehicles, he backed off, pulling on to a side road and letting Samantha escape him.
"But only for now," he said to himself much later, stroking his computer monitor as he called up pictures of his beloved. "I need you, and you need me. You've come back to me, Samantha, and soon you'll be with me, where you belong."