Profiler: Jill the Ripper
Title: Jill the Ripper
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 055 Spirit
Challenge: A belated Jack the Ripper challenge fic
Characters: Jill(aka Sharon Lescher)
Characters mentioned: Samantha Waters, Jack, Coop
Pairings: Jack/Sam
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: possible spoilers for 2nd season, possible AU
word Count: 607
Summary: Jill wants to make it out on her own.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: None
Jill crept out of the closet quietly. She had learned how to unlock the closet from the inside last week. She hadn’t been able to use the trick until today, because Jack hadn’t left all week,
Jack had gone to do something for his girlfriend, Samantha. Jill hoped that he would be gone all day.
The first thing she did was to go to the kitchen, and make herself a sandwich: Ham with Swiss, and lots of mayo. She didn’t need a plate because she decided to wander around, and it would serve Jack right to have to sweep up her crumbs. She hadn’t actually been able to explore this new lair, because Jack kept a close watch on her when he let her out, which usually was mainly to eat.
In honesty, it had probably been her own fault. She had wanted to go out and “create” some more now that the Bomb expert had been taken care of, but Jack had other plans. Jill was starting to suspect that they didn’t have anything to do with her, that she was just a toy that he had got tired of playing with. Jack said she was like a feral cat that needed to be trained; he had also said once when he thought she wasn’t listening that maybe the time for training her had already passed.
Jill was tempted to turn off all the blue lights, and switch on all the real light bulbs, but she still wanted to hold onto some sense of the mystic of Jack. She still loved him, despite her constant reminding herself that he was no better than any of the other men who had come into her life. No matter how hard she tried to just get him out of her mind so she could escape, she still clung to the last strand of romance that said there was something different about Jack and he would discover the mistakes he was making to her in due time all she had to do was to be patient. Jill had a problem with patience though, she always had.
Jill took a big bite of her sandwich, as she wandered over to Jack’s bookcase. She ran one of her fingers over the spines, reading the titles. Jack had books on a wide range of subjects. A book in the Middle row caught her attention, it was titled “Jack the Ripper: Letters from Hell.” She noticed there were several other books on Jack the Ripper in Jack’s collection.
She sat her sandwich down on the arm of a chair, and pulled out all the Ripper books. She wondered if Jack somehow thought he had the spirit of the Ripper inside him that would be an interesting thought. It would be both funny and interesting if one murderer’s spirit could pass to another.
Jill wiped her hands on her pants, before she started to flip through one of the books. As she was contemplating, the murderous spirits jumping from one killer to another, she realized that the books were her answer. She should escape from Jack’s hold, and become the female version of the Ripper. Jill the Ripper, she could kill male prostitutes or just men in general.
Jill could do anything she wanted, and it would be fun to lead the FBI on a wild goose chase. She needed to have her own life, she knew she had stayed far too long as she was starting to hate Jack. She didn’t want to hate him.
She was sure that with all Jack had taught her, which she could pull off being her own killer.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 055 Spirit
Challenge: A belated Jack the Ripper challenge fic
Characters: Jill(aka Sharon Lescher)
Characters mentioned: Samantha Waters, Jack, Coop
Pairings: Jack/Sam
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: possible spoilers for 2nd season, possible AU
word Count: 607
Summary: Jill wants to make it out on her own.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: None
Jill crept out of the closet quietly. She had learned how to unlock the closet from the inside last week. She hadn’t been able to use the trick until today, because Jack hadn’t left all week,
Jack had gone to do something for his girlfriend, Samantha. Jill hoped that he would be gone all day.
The first thing she did was to go to the kitchen, and make herself a sandwich: Ham with Swiss, and lots of mayo. She didn’t need a plate because she decided to wander around, and it would serve Jack right to have to sweep up her crumbs. She hadn’t actually been able to explore this new lair, because Jack kept a close watch on her when he let her out, which usually was mainly to eat.
In honesty, it had probably been her own fault. She had wanted to go out and “create” some more now that the Bomb expert had been taken care of, but Jack had other plans. Jill was starting to suspect that they didn’t have anything to do with her, that she was just a toy that he had got tired of playing with. Jack said she was like a feral cat that needed to be trained; he had also said once when he thought she wasn’t listening that maybe the time for training her had already passed.
Jill was tempted to turn off all the blue lights, and switch on all the real light bulbs, but she still wanted to hold onto some sense of the mystic of Jack. She still loved him, despite her constant reminding herself that he was no better than any of the other men who had come into her life. No matter how hard she tried to just get him out of her mind so she could escape, she still clung to the last strand of romance that said there was something different about Jack and he would discover the mistakes he was making to her in due time all she had to do was to be patient. Jill had a problem with patience though, she always had.
Jill took a big bite of her sandwich, as she wandered over to Jack’s bookcase. She ran one of her fingers over the spines, reading the titles. Jack had books on a wide range of subjects. A book in the Middle row caught her attention, it was titled “Jack the Ripper: Letters from Hell.” She noticed there were several other books on Jack the Ripper in Jack’s collection.
She sat her sandwich down on the arm of a chair, and pulled out all the Ripper books. She wondered if Jack somehow thought he had the spirit of the Ripper inside him that would be an interesting thought. It would be both funny and interesting if one murderer’s spirit could pass to another.
Jill wiped her hands on her pants, before she started to flip through one of the books. As she was contemplating, the murderous spirits jumping from one killer to another, she realized that the books were her answer. She should escape from Jack’s hold, and become the female version of the Ripper. Jill the Ripper, she could kill male prostitutes or just men in general.
Jill could do anything she wanted, and it would be fun to lead the FBI on a wild goose chase. She needed to have her own life, she knew she had stayed far too long as she was starting to hate Jack. She didn’t want to hate him.
She was sure that with all Jack had taught her, which she could pull off being her own killer.