Jake 2.0. Kyle Duarte/Jake Foley. 082. If.
TITLE: Another you, another me
AUTHOR: Demon Faith
FANDOM: Jake 2.0
CHARACTERS: Jake Foley, Kyle Duarte
PROMPT: 082. If.
WORD COUNT: 316
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: What if…?
NOTES: I’m bored. Surprise, surprise. Nic has to pick one of my prompts for me to write, and this is the one she picks! Complicated stuff ensues as I attempt to write whilst talking with my parents about interior decorating.
Table
What if…we’d painted that room red instead of white? A deep rich red, the colour of blood as it dries. Your blood.
What if…we’d gone out, like we’d planned? Had dinner at that new Italian in Georgetown, strolled by the Reflecting Pool and considered the moon. A lover’s moon perhaps? Perhaps not.
What if…I’d put away the guy years ago, like he deserved? Locked him up, far away from you and knives and other hells.
What if…you’d put up no resistance, let him take me, do what he wanted with me and let you be? If you hadn’t fought, if you hadn’t been angry, if you hadn’t…been you.
What if…there hadn’t been a pile-up on Wisconsin? If the ambulance had moved faster, if they’d stopped the bleeding - so much red, to go with our red, red room. I don’t know why you wanted white.
What if…the surgeon had been in residence, if we hadn’t had to wait for the best and brightest to stroll in and fix it? I would have settled for anyone who could hold a scalpel, if they could just save you. If you were still there to be saved.
What if…there hadn’t been complications, if your heart hadn’t stopped mid-op, if there weren’t so very many things that made it likely you would die, even though you’re fast and enhanced and the most breathtaking man I’ve ever laid eyes on?
What if…I’d said ‘I love you’ last night instead of fighting over vacations and guns and whether Sarah showing up was an accident? If I’d taken you to my bed and wrapped myself around you instead of sleeping on the couch.
What if…you die on me now, when it all could have been so different, if everything had worked with us instead of this gigantic conspiracy against us? What will I do then?
If you die, ‘if’ won’t matter.
Because nothing will.
AUTHOR: Demon Faith
FANDOM: Jake 2.0
CHARACTERS: Jake Foley, Kyle Duarte
PROMPT: 082. If.
WORD COUNT: 316
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: What if…?
NOTES: I’m bored. Surprise, surprise. Nic has to pick one of my prompts for me to write, and this is the one she picks! Complicated stuff ensues as I attempt to write whilst talking with my parents about interior decorating.
Table
What if…we’d painted that room red instead of white? A deep rich red, the colour of blood as it dries. Your blood.
What if…we’d gone out, like we’d planned? Had dinner at that new Italian in Georgetown, strolled by the Reflecting Pool and considered the moon. A lover’s moon perhaps? Perhaps not.
What if…I’d put away the guy years ago, like he deserved? Locked him up, far away from you and knives and other hells.
What if…you’d put up no resistance, let him take me, do what he wanted with me and let you be? If you hadn’t fought, if you hadn’t been angry, if you hadn’t…been you.
What if…there hadn’t been a pile-up on Wisconsin? If the ambulance had moved faster, if they’d stopped the bleeding - so much red, to go with our red, red room. I don’t know why you wanted white.
What if…the surgeon had been in residence, if we hadn’t had to wait for the best and brightest to stroll in and fix it? I would have settled for anyone who could hold a scalpel, if they could just save you. If you were still there to be saved.
What if…there hadn’t been complications, if your heart hadn’t stopped mid-op, if there weren’t so very many things that made it likely you would die, even though you’re fast and enhanced and the most breathtaking man I’ve ever laid eyes on?
What if…I’d said ‘I love you’ last night instead of fighting over vacations and guns and whether Sarah showing up was an accident? If I’d taken you to my bed and wrapped myself around you instead of sleeping on the couch.
What if…you die on me now, when it all could have been so different, if everything had worked with us instead of this gigantic conspiracy against us? What will I do then?
If you die, ‘if’ won’t matter.
Because nothing will.