Welcome to The Swear Jar!

Aka: "The Tumblr Fandom is Crazy" drabble collection.

To explain, the 39 Clues fandom on Tumblr is a very close-knit group (I mean, close; there are only about ten of us), and we have a 39 Clues roleplay. In that roleplay, for some reason, we have a "swear jar" and we enjoy threatening each other with it when someone curses.

So, really, the drabbles don't have much to do with cursing, though they might feature the odd curse word here and there.

Anyway, author's note over. Enjoy the drabbles!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Title: In Bruges

Pairing: Jake Rosenbloom/Amy Cahill, established relationship

Rating: K+

Warnings: Gratuitous historical facts about random statues in small European cities?

Requested by: Kassidy

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"We shouldn't be in here!" He whispered as she tugged him along.

"You said you wanted to see it up close." She glanced around, "There's no one here and we've already disabled the security."

They stood in the Church of Our Lady in Burges, staring at the face of Michelangelo's Madonna.

"Wow." Jake breathed, "it's even more amazing."

"Of course it is," Amy smiles, "because now you can be only two feet away instead of the required 15."

When Mark Rosenbloom announced his conference in Belgium, both Jake and Atticus immediately asked if they could bring guests to stay with them. Atticus invited Dan, and, of course, Jake invited his girlfriend. While Professor Rosenbloom gave his speech, his children explored the old city of Burges. Atticus played impromptu tour guide while Dan made fun of the teenaged couple tagging along behind them.

When Jake complained about the distance they were forced to maintain in the Church of Our Lady, Amy decided to take him back after everyone had gone home. After all, what better reason to put your breaking-and-entering skills to the test than art appreciation?

Jake peered up at the Virgin Mary, "You know, Atticus's mom was Catholic."

Amy nodded.

"But he's never had much interest in being Catholic himself." He looked back at his girlfriend, "we should probably get out of here."

"You don't want to spout historical facts at me first?" She grinned up at him.

Jake smirked, "OK, maybe just one."

"I knew you couldn't keep it to yourself."

"Nope," He kissed her hand, "I'm much too full of myself for that."

She rolled her eyes, but allowed him to lift her up to sit on the barrier surrounding the alter.

"In 1944, the Nazis stole the Madonna." He kissed her left cheek, then her right, "They smuggled her in-between mattresses in a Red Cross truck."

"But the allies found her two years later," He kissed her neck, "then in 1972, a mentally disturbed geologist attacked her counterpart in Vatican City."

"The Virgin Mary that's missing a nose?" Amy asked.

He nodded, his face close to hers, "that's why security is so tight here."

Right before his lips touched hers, a shout rang from the outside of the church.

"Did you hear that?" Amy whispered, lowering herself from the alter.

A flashlight beam came into view and a voice yelled out, "Qui est là?"

Jake grabbed her hand, "What do we do?"

"What do you think?" She tugged on his arm, "RUN!"

"Why do I continually let you drag me into these messes?" He huffed as they rounded the corner, now several minutes away from the security guard.

She shrugged, "Because you love me?"

"Hard to argue with that logic…"