for Jack

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Jack's suggestion for a temporary remedy to Alcuin's grief had been to get stoned. It seemed, at the time, as serviceable a solution as any, and so Alcuin had dutifully followed Jack from the Compound to his and Logan's home. In truth, he was simply relieved to be anywhere but his own empty house, or worse, Giles' empty

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It was a beautiful day and Jack set up Alcuin on the expansive porch at the table where the shell was. Neither of them smoked often, but Jack and Logan kept the shell ashtray handy for when they felt like it.

"Give me just a second," Jack said before he ducked inside. Moments later he returned with Logan's bong.

"I thought this would be a little more effective," he chuckled. "Logan made this a long time ago."

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Alcuin had settled comfortably at the table, and looked up at Jack when he came back. He blinked when he saw the contraption. "What is it?"

[captainjack]

"It's called a bong. A water pipe. It's easy...here, I'll show you," Jack said. He lit the bowl and showed Alcuin how to hit it, then handed it over. The smoke just from him hung thick in the still, hot air.

"It's good," he said tightly. "It's Nancy's plants."

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Alcuin tried his best to mimic what Jack had done, though he still ended up coughing a little as he sucked in the smoke. "Okay," he rasped out. "I think I have it."

[captainjack]

Jack gestured vaguely. "Try it again," he said. it wasn't as if there was a shortage of pot on the island. And besides, Alcuin needed to get stoned more than Jack did. He could take all the practice hits he wanted.

"You'll get it," he said. "Let me know when you feel it."

Knowing the plants Nancy had left behind...it wouldn't take much.

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It wouldn't take much for Alcuin in any case. As Logan had told him the very first time he'd tried marijuana, he was a lightweight.

He brought it to his lips again and breathed in, managing to inhale a large amount this time without coughing, and then blew some smoke into the air. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, waiting to feel it.

[captainjack]

"It's good, huh?" Jack asked, taking the bong so he could get a hit. "It doesn't cure anything, but it makes you feel better for a while."

Like the pain was still there, but set aside. Like you should be sad, but you couldn't quite say why.

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"I could do with feeling better for a little while," Alcuin murmured, already feeling... tingly.

[captainjack]

"You can just stay here," Jack said."You can get as high as you want and sleep in the hammock or on the couch. I'm sure Logan won't mind."

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"If I get high enough you may have to carry me there," Alcuin pointed out, and held out his hand for the bong.

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Jack passed it back with an indulgent smile. "Maybe you should just get in the hammock now," he laughed. "You don't have to, though. I can carry you anywhere."

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Alcuin took another hit, a little longer even this time, and handed it back to Jack. "If I get in the hammock will you get in with me?"

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"No, but I'll sit next to it and swing it for you," Jack replied, still having enough wits to know what would get his ass kicked. Innocent or not, getting in the hammock too was a bad idea.

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Disappointment flooded Alcuin's face; if he hadn't been so fuzzy from the pot he never would have let it show, but he couldn't seem to school his features otherwise. In truth, he very much did want to be held.

"All right," he said anyway.

[captainjack]

"Don't be sad. You know I'm married, Alcuin. To Logan," he said, his words just a little slower than usual. He was deliciously heavy and relaxed.

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"I wasn't suggesting you do anything untoward," Alcuin said softly, and ran a hand through his long hair, closing his eyes. He felt rather heavy himself. "Would Logan mind so terribly if you just held me?"