borrowed from kity_of_Angelus
'Cause I'm tipsy and meme prompt things always seem like a good idea >Claim a Simon and suggest a pairing if you wish and you will get a short ficlet/drabble. As a Simon is claimed he will be crossed off the list. You can pick more than one if you wish but don't get greedy. And if there's one that isn't on there you want then you can suggest a
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Simon shrugged at that, pinkness spreading on his cheeks as he weighed his answer up before speaking. "Going to the hospital."
That was something new, something Simon hadn't told him. When he'd questioned the man, Simon had evaded the question easily by playing on Jack's weak spots. Pretty much teasing all his weak spots, with his tongue. "Really? Why's that?"
"Just because." Simon was speaking softly now, looking down at the floor then up at Jack under his lashes.
"Because?" Jack prompted, not because he though Simon ever had any kind of real motive that was worth finding out but because it was one of the few mysteries left about the man, and it intrigued him.
It was obvious that Simon didn't want to answer at first but finally, he seemed to find himself; find who he would be as an adult, just for a moment, as a child. He looked directly as Jack, body straightened though not tense now and answered softly, "Because I want to do what the doctor's there do."
"Really." This was interesting, part of the weird and wonderful 'verse of Simon. Jack paused, waiting to see if there was more, Simon looked like he still wanted to speak, wanted to talk to someone. Anyone who would listen.
"They helped people there. They helped my mother, and River. Lots of people were waiting, going in hurt and coming out healed and happier. I want to do that...and they said I could do that, when I had time." Simon took a deep breath, "And now I have time. Because everyone wants River."
Oh this was priceless. Much as Jack could empathize with the child-Simon, he was planning on teasing the adult. But he really couldn't afford to do anything that could change his lover. "It might feel that way, but you've gotta believe me that that's not true." Jack squeezed Simon's shoulder lightly, "I bet when you go home, your mom will have missed you, and your dad. And I bet River will be glad to see her big brother." He paused, testing the waters, seeing just how much rivalry was there. "If you want I could come back and take her away with me? Make it less noisy..."
Simon was staring at him, looking tempted for one moment before he shook his head vehemently, "No. No, you can't have her. We'll keep her."
"You sure?" Jack grinned at the determined look that came over Simon's face, the stubborn digging-heels-in-look.
"No. You'll just have to get your own River." Simon nodded firmly, convinced his choice was the best one.
"Alright then, don't say I never offer you anything." Jack winked at the bewilderment that crossed Simon's face, reaching out to take the child's hand and cut off the questions he could see coming. "You ready to go home now?"
"Will you come?" Simon was hesitant, though he took Jack’s hand quickly, holding tightly like he was afraid the man would disappear into thin air
“Yes," Though he’d leave Simon at the door. Jack couldn’t afford Simon’s parents getting a good look at him and he needed to get back to his ship.
“Are you going to take, River, though I said no?” The question was quiet, Simon gripping his hand tightly as if he could stop Jack doing so. The boy was staring up at him, eyes piercing as if he could see through Jack. It was disconcerting enough when the adult Simon did it but to see the child…it made Jack both want to get to the job fast, and to get to Simon. Or maybe run as far as possible. He wasn’t sure.
“No. I swear.” Jack squeezed Simon’s hand reassuringly. He’d always imagined Simon to be a quiet and introverted child, the persona he adopted tended to lean people towards believing it. The calm, firm, pacifist doctor tended to outshine the passionate, confident man that Simon really was. Jack couldn’t help wondering if it was Simon’s childhood which had changed him, or the trauma which he and River went through. He had the weirdest desire to find out, which he firmly quashed.
“Kay' then…take me home?” Simon’s words caught his attention as Jack looked down at the boy, and he smiled slightly, the shy smile on the boy’s face making up his mind for him in a heartbeat.
“Just this once, Simon. Just once.” It was time to let go.
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