Secret Santa fic for the awesome m_ravensblood
Merry Christmas Meg :) You are super awesome, and I will hopefully be posting Part 2 of this week :)
Title: Female of the Species Part 1
Author: Amanda
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/ Samantha, Jack/ Frances, Jack/Jill, Jill/Frances
Warning: AU, poly-relationship, sex, masturbation
Summary: AU set during season 3, Jack is planning something in California. He has taken on Frances as an apprentice, and also has for some reason decided to break Jill out of jail. He knows he can win Samantha’s heart. He is sure this plan will work, but for every action taken there are consequences.
Notes: I may have updated some of the technology because while it was only 10 or so years, I don’t remember at the moment which computer storage type was popular. Also not quite sure if some characters are OOC as I may have taken some liberty with some of them.
Part 1
Frances was asleep, when Jill decided to act her plan for a new victim. Though if Frances had been awake, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stop her.
Jill had become antsy lately. Jack was someone where they couldn’t reach him. He was working on some grand plan, which he wouldn’t tell them about.
Jill just wanted to fuck people, or kill them.
Frances had been finding it hard to stay awake recently. For some reason through out the day, she had been experiences these times were she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Though she would briefly fall asleep for a minute or so at a time, and have dreams, if you could call them that, she was also usually aware of what was going on.
Today, though Frances knew it was going to take an hour for them to get back to their current hideout on the bus. She planned to take a nap. She had a lot of stuff she needed to get done. While, murdering was fun, it didn’t pay the bills; especially with Jack away. She worked part time answering phones for a call center at one job, and when she was at home she wrote articles for a literature magazine. (Occasionally, she would also do work for a university reviewing curriculum for students that had reported they were being graded fairly.)
They were maybe 10 minutes into the bus ride, and Frances was having a nice dream about bunnies, when she realized the seat was a bit more bouncier than normal.
Maybe the road had gotten messed up. It was a joke around Atlanta that whenever the road crews came out instead of roads getting repaired, they were damaged more. She opened her eyes slowly, not really caring.
She noticed that Jill had her hand slipped down her skirt, and was masturbating next to her. Jill’s eyes were closed, and she looked like she was having a good time.
Frances had seen her orgasm enough to know she was faking it, but she wasn’t even sure why. “What are you doing?” She asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer or not.
“I am trying to attract some attention.”
“It’s not working.” Frances murmured back, since from the brief time she had her eyes open she could tell that no was looking at either of them. Being around Jack so long had made her a lot more super aware of everything going on.
“Give it a few minutes,” Jill said confidently.
Jill begin to throw in a soft, fake moan.
The bus stopped to a lurch as the light they were approaching suddenly turned red, and Jill almost fumbled out of her seat.
Frances suppressed a snicker.
Jill huffed, and pulled herself back in the seat. She had removed her hand from her skirt, and crossed her arms over her chest like a child being told they weren’t allowed to have the toy they wanted.
“Were you looking for someone to fuck, or kill?”
“I don’t know. I am bored, F. I wish Jack was here.”
“He’ll be here tomorrow.”
---
Jill went with a pout into her room when they finally made it back to the hideout. Jill slammed the door, and a few minutes some music by the band Garbage was playing loudly.
Frances knew she was probably laying on the bed, playing with the electrical drill. She heard the whirl a few seconds later, and almost laughed. She headed to her office/bedroom. The company she worked for actually required have a separate place to work, but she liked the quiet of her room. They never had checked, and she had put up a privacy screen where the desk was.
She normally sat on her bed writing the reviews though, it gave her more space, and was sometimes a lot easier to think. Since she never really had sex in this bed, but in Jack or Jill’s bed, she figured it would be okay.
The room was dark, and she was going to turn on a light when she realized that she detected the smell of a cigarette burning in the room. She knew the smell of Jack’s cigarettes, and a smile started to creep on her face.
She peeked over the screen. “Hello, Stranger.”
Jack was sitting in her desk chair, waiting. “I’ve missed you, My frannie dear.” He takes a deep puff on his cigarette.
“How are things in Cal---”
Frances was cut off from the rest of her sentence when Jill burst in the room. “You have twenty minutes before work, can we play….Ooh Jack!!!” Jill’s voice seemed to go up an octave. Jill jumped in Jack’s lap. “I missed you oh so much,” She kissed him passionately.
“Why don’t you give a proper welcome to him in your room?” Frances pasted on a fake smile. She had wanted to spend some time with Jack. She knew she would never be his number one priority; (hell she wasn’t even Jill’s.) his heart would always belong to Samantha.
Maybe one day Jill would figure it out, but it probably wouldn’t be anytime soon.
Frances could leave the relationship anytime she wanted. She just never found the energy to leave. Right now, her life was stable, and even at sometimes a little dull due to the routine. Yes, there was the occasional murder to spice things up, but most of her life had been action pack. It was nice to do things she wanted to do. She liked all her jobs, that she could talk to people, but also she could be hidden away with books and her computer for some of the hours.
---
Jack waited till after Jill had tired herself out, and then walked out of the room. He could hear the sounds of Frances working.
He really should have killed Jill, and not help her escape from jail. He was regretting the decision, and he would until he finally killed her. She wasn’t really part of his plan right now, he was building a whole new way to get Samantha to realize she was meant for him.
She had been playing back and forth with her feelings. Despite what she liked to pretend, she and Jack had been in a relationship since before she met Tom. Samantha said she loved him, but she had to marry Tom, especially when she got pregnant. (Though she never actually knew if the baby was Jack’s or Tom’s )
Samantha had always believed that she needed to keep an image of the good girl, even though she was far from that sometimes. Jack let her have her delusions. He knew he couldn’t break them as they were somehow part of the core of who she is, being ingrained for many years in her head.
Jack lit a cigarette and gazed at his computer screen. He had a lot more work to get done in California. He really had only come back because Samantha said she missed him. They were supposed to have a date tomorrow, but he wasn’t sure if it was going to happen.
When Jack had landed his plane at the airport, he checked his phone and realized Samantha had called him. She left a message that the bureau had given them a case and she would be flying to Vermont.
Jack had access to the bureau case files, and knew that they weren’t actually going to Vermont. They were actually working on a case that was 20 minutes away from Atlanta. He is not sure why she lied to him. It wasn’t like her to do that.
She knew for a fact that the man she loved was not that puppet Donald Lucas who he had placed in jail. Hell, Samantha, had help Jack write the ad to attract someone like Donald. She even had been with him through most of the elimination process.
(She may have been the one who suggested to throw the VCTF off his trail that there should be a fake Jack of All trades.)
Jack doesn’t actually remember much about the night with Samantha. They had dinner, and margaritas. Samantha had mixed them a little stronger than normal, and there was a lot of giggling. (Mostly from Samantha.)
It didn’t sound like something Samantha would suggest, but the thought kept running through his head that she had suggested it. Jack wasn’t sure why.
“Ed Boast.” A voice said from the doorway.
“Come again, love.” Jack greeted Frances with a smile. He doesn’t recall ever hearing that name from her before.
“Ed Boast. He is sheriff of this small town near where you where in California. Well, he was. Me and J killed him two days ago. Officially, he was on vacation, so no one will notice him missing. His identity will be the best one to steal if you are going to act out your plan.” Frances took a drag off her cigarette. She handed him a flash drive.
“Are you sure you are still okay with this plan?”
They shared a kiss as she got closer.
“I know the rules of a poly-relationship, why I have never known why you or pops had a thing for the blonde, I want you to be happy. She has been your primary partner for a long time, even though not sure if she thinks you are. If you two crazy kids are happy who are you to stand in your way.” She kissed his forehead. “I still have a lot of work ahead of me, come see me if you need me.”
Jack pushed a strand of black hair from her neck to her shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I will come see you after shift.”
Jack watched her leave, admiring her ass as she walked away.
Jack walked back to his computer. He inserted the flash drive, “Okay, let’s see who you are Ed Boast, and if you will help me win my Samantha.”
Title: Female of the Species Part 1
Author: Amanda
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/ Samantha, Jack/ Frances, Jack/Jill, Jill/Frances
Warning: AU, poly-relationship, sex, masturbation
Summary: AU set during season 3, Jack is planning something in California. He has taken on Frances as an apprentice, and also has for some reason decided to break Jill out of jail. He knows he can win Samantha’s heart. He is sure this plan will work, but for every action taken there are consequences.
Notes: I may have updated some of the technology because while it was only 10 or so years, I don’t remember at the moment which computer storage type was popular. Also not quite sure if some characters are OOC as I may have taken some liberty with some of them.
Part 1
Frances was asleep, when Jill decided to act her plan for a new victim. Though if Frances had been awake, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stop her.
Jill had become antsy lately. Jack was someone where they couldn’t reach him. He was working on some grand plan, which he wouldn’t tell them about.
Jill just wanted to fuck people, or kill them.
Frances had been finding it hard to stay awake recently. For some reason through out the day, she had been experiences these times were she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Though she would briefly fall asleep for a minute or so at a time, and have dreams, if you could call them that, she was also usually aware of what was going on.
Today, though Frances knew it was going to take an hour for them to get back to their current hideout on the bus. She planned to take a nap. She had a lot of stuff she needed to get done. While, murdering was fun, it didn’t pay the bills; especially with Jack away. She worked part time answering phones for a call center at one job, and when she was at home she wrote articles for a literature magazine. (Occasionally, she would also do work for a university reviewing curriculum for students that had reported they were being graded fairly.)
They were maybe 10 minutes into the bus ride, and Frances was having a nice dream about bunnies, when she realized the seat was a bit more bouncier than normal.
Maybe the road had gotten messed up. It was a joke around Atlanta that whenever the road crews came out instead of roads getting repaired, they were damaged more. She opened her eyes slowly, not really caring.
She noticed that Jill had her hand slipped down her skirt, and was masturbating next to her. Jill’s eyes were closed, and she looked like she was having a good time.
Frances had seen her orgasm enough to know she was faking it, but she wasn’t even sure why. “What are you doing?” She asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer or not.
“I am trying to attract some attention.”
“It’s not working.” Frances murmured back, since from the brief time she had her eyes open she could tell that no was looking at either of them. Being around Jack so long had made her a lot more super aware of everything going on.
“Give it a few minutes,” Jill said confidently.
Jill begin to throw in a soft, fake moan.
The bus stopped to a lurch as the light they were approaching suddenly turned red, and Jill almost fumbled out of her seat.
Frances suppressed a snicker.
Jill huffed, and pulled herself back in the seat. She had removed her hand from her skirt, and crossed her arms over her chest like a child being told they weren’t allowed to have the toy they wanted.
“Were you looking for someone to fuck, or kill?”
“I don’t know. I am bored, F. I wish Jack was here.”
“He’ll be here tomorrow.”
---
Jill went with a pout into her room when they finally made it back to the hideout. Jill slammed the door, and a few minutes some music by the band Garbage was playing loudly.
Frances knew she was probably laying on the bed, playing with the electrical drill. She heard the whirl a few seconds later, and almost laughed. She headed to her office/bedroom. The company she worked for actually required have a separate place to work, but she liked the quiet of her room. They never had checked, and she had put up a privacy screen where the desk was.
She normally sat on her bed writing the reviews though, it gave her more space, and was sometimes a lot easier to think. Since she never really had sex in this bed, but in Jack or Jill’s bed, she figured it would be okay.
The room was dark, and she was going to turn on a light when she realized that she detected the smell of a cigarette burning in the room. She knew the smell of Jack’s cigarettes, and a smile started to creep on her face.
She peeked over the screen. “Hello, Stranger.”
Jack was sitting in her desk chair, waiting. “I’ve missed you, My frannie dear.” He takes a deep puff on his cigarette.
“How are things in Cal---”
Frances was cut off from the rest of her sentence when Jill burst in the room. “You have twenty minutes before work, can we play….Ooh Jack!!!” Jill’s voice seemed to go up an octave. Jill jumped in Jack’s lap. “I missed you oh so much,” She kissed him passionately.
“Why don’t you give a proper welcome to him in your room?” Frances pasted on a fake smile. She had wanted to spend some time with Jack. She knew she would never be his number one priority; (hell she wasn’t even Jill’s.) his heart would always belong to Samantha.
Maybe one day Jill would figure it out, but it probably wouldn’t be anytime soon.
Frances could leave the relationship anytime she wanted. She just never found the energy to leave. Right now, her life was stable, and even at sometimes a little dull due to the routine. Yes, there was the occasional murder to spice things up, but most of her life had been action pack. It was nice to do things she wanted to do. She liked all her jobs, that she could talk to people, but also she could be hidden away with books and her computer for some of the hours.
---
Jack waited till after Jill had tired herself out, and then walked out of the room. He could hear the sounds of Frances working.
He really should have killed Jill, and not help her escape from jail. He was regretting the decision, and he would until he finally killed her. She wasn’t really part of his plan right now, he was building a whole new way to get Samantha to realize she was meant for him.
She had been playing back and forth with her feelings. Despite what she liked to pretend, she and Jack had been in a relationship since before she met Tom. Samantha said she loved him, but she had to marry Tom, especially when she got pregnant. (Though she never actually knew if the baby was Jack’s or Tom’s )
Samantha had always believed that she needed to keep an image of the good girl, even though she was far from that sometimes. Jack let her have her delusions. He knew he couldn’t break them as they were somehow part of the core of who she is, being ingrained for many years in her head.
Jack lit a cigarette and gazed at his computer screen. He had a lot more work to get done in California. He really had only come back because Samantha said she missed him. They were supposed to have a date tomorrow, but he wasn’t sure if it was going to happen.
When Jack had landed his plane at the airport, he checked his phone and realized Samantha had called him. She left a message that the bureau had given them a case and she would be flying to Vermont.
Jack had access to the bureau case files, and knew that they weren’t actually going to Vermont. They were actually working on a case that was 20 minutes away from Atlanta. He is not sure why she lied to him. It wasn’t like her to do that.
She knew for a fact that the man she loved was not that puppet Donald Lucas who he had placed in jail. Hell, Samantha, had help Jack write the ad to attract someone like Donald. She even had been with him through most of the elimination process.
(She may have been the one who suggested to throw the VCTF off his trail that there should be a fake Jack of All trades.)
Jack doesn’t actually remember much about the night with Samantha. They had dinner, and margaritas. Samantha had mixed them a little stronger than normal, and there was a lot of giggling. (Mostly from Samantha.)
It didn’t sound like something Samantha would suggest, but the thought kept running through his head that she had suggested it. Jack wasn’t sure why.
“Ed Boast.” A voice said from the doorway.
“Come again, love.” Jack greeted Frances with a smile. He doesn’t recall ever hearing that name from her before.
“Ed Boast. He is sheriff of this small town near where you where in California. Well, he was. Me and J killed him two days ago. Officially, he was on vacation, so no one will notice him missing. His identity will be the best one to steal if you are going to act out your plan.” Frances took a drag off her cigarette. She handed him a flash drive.
“Are you sure you are still okay with this plan?”
They shared a kiss as she got closer.
“I know the rules of a poly-relationship, why I have never known why you or pops had a thing for the blonde, I want you to be happy. She has been your primary partner for a long time, even though not sure if she thinks you are. If you two crazy kids are happy who are you to stand in your way.” She kissed his forehead. “I still have a lot of work ahead of me, come see me if you need me.”
Jack pushed a strand of black hair from her neck to her shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I will come see you after shift.”
Jack watched her leave, admiring her ass as she walked away.
Jack walked back to his computer. He inserted the flash drive, “Okay, let’s see who you are Ed Boast, and if you will help me win my Samantha.”