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[timeagent_john]

Seventeen hours of torture, seventeen hours until John had pretended to crack, assuring Gray that he didn't know where Jack was, but that he could find out or somehow lure him to his ship. Seventeen hours of pain and suffering, sacrificing one of his stupid little trophies just to send a message to Jack. ...To sacrifice the only man he knew how to

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[more_flexible]

It hadn't taken long to inspect what Logan had left behind. As soon as he had clearance, the Rose lifted off and it was only hours before she touched down again. He wished it was all a trick. If he was a praying man, he'd have prayed to every diety he'd ever heard of that this was some sick joke, some trick that would find him him the bad end of John's temper.

But he knew it wasn't going to go that way.

He was well armed when he walked in to see what devil his partner had dragged to the system. If the runner knew something, knew John was being hunted down, Jack could only assume he was walking into yet another death. There was no point to being quiet.

"John!" he called, letting the door fall shut with a bang. "Got your message..."

[timeagent_john]

Stepping out of the shadows, John didn't say anything at first, simply looking the other man over, taking his time as if it might be his last chance to memorize every last detail. He smiled then, his acting fluid and perfect as he approached, all swagger and pride as he headed over to his former partner. He even embraced him, though he held on just a little too tightly, and he smelled of blood and sweat rather than sex and booze.

"You're such an idiot," he whispered, right before he grabbed Jack by his coat and tried to kiss him, silently counting the seconds that would pass before paralysis would kick in, and wondering just how much damage Jack could do before he fell. All part of Gray's game. It wasn't enough for John to simply lead Jack to his brother. No, the other man expected him delivered by hand, subdued and chained.

His strap blinked for the first time in what felt like forever, and silently he wished they could be going anywhere other than where he'd eventually be dragging the other man.

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His fist connected with John's gut once, but the kiss was quick and his muscles relaxed before he'd even made contact. Such an idiot, yeah. No doubt about that. But it was John, and there was a long history of Jack doing idiotic things for the man.

He was almost completely out, his fingers holding John's coat weakly, when the strap started to blink. He'd known he was walking toward death before he'd even opened the door...all he could do was hope that John had kept his secret.

[timeagent_john]

John pushed just hard enough to send Jack to the floor, stepping away as he raked his fingers through his hair.

"This is all your fault," he accused. "Didn't have to happen this way. If you'd just taken me back, I'd have still had that chip in my arm, and he'd have never come."

He punctuated his accusation with a kick, his boot making contact with Jack's ribs.

"He knows everything, Jack. About us. About you. He knows everything, because he's been watching. He's been here for weeks. Your little girl told me all about him, and I would have told you, you bastard, but you were..."

He trailed off, laughing in a way that could only be described as manic as he knelt and pulled his cuffs from his back pocket, cuffing Jack without much effort.

"We don't have long," he murmured.