MY DEAR FRIEND, JACK

DISCLAIMER: I don't own them. JMS, TNT(?), WB and a whole host of other people do. Don't sue, I'm poor.

PAIRINGS: Um... Gaibaldi/Lise, Garibaldi/other, Bester/other.

RATING: R for naughty language.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, no clue where this came from. Um, I think that who the 'friend' is should be work out-able; if not, say so and I'll reveal all. Not reveal all in the sense that... oh, you know what I mean. ;-) Anyway, it's past 1am as I write this, and I'm valiantly fighting a case of the hiccups to try and type, so I apologise now for a complete lack of actual linear sense. My logic does not resemble your earth logic. ;-)

Feedback welcomed.

I wait.

Soon. Soon he will be back.

He has not touched me for over a week now, because she is here.

Lise. Dark hair, darker soul. I do not trust her. She takes him from me for hours at a time, then returns him spent. But that is how I like him, dear Michael. I prefer him helpless.

The fun lies in her not knowing what she does. She thinks she's helping. She thinks she's making a place for herself in his life. No - no no no no, child. You're just making sure he comes back to me. And I need him here. I can love him better than you. I can love him more completely. I am him when we are together. He does not think of you. You are not in his mind when I touch his lips.

Each night, he has been mine.

But - but. But, for the last week, there has been a difference. He has tried to resist me. I called him into my embrace, and he - he resisted. That, I cannot allow.

You see, he left me before. He left me for that whore, that station. For years he left me on my own, waiting. God, I loved him more than I thought possible. More than is human, certainly, and still he left. Bastard.

He came crawling back, of course. Couldn't cut it on his own. So, yes, I made him want me and desire me and deny himself that need... and then Bester happened.

Oh, I couldn't ask for a nicer accomplice. I looked at him too, you see. I wanted to know if he was worthy of my embrace during those long nights. Not yet... not yet. But soon. Perhaps when I am done with Michael. Then I'll visit Alfred and see what makes him whimper and cry out.

That will be fun.

Until then, though... oh, how I ache for Michael. He's still not back.

Do you see what I have to put up with? A few weeks ago, he would have ignored her. He would have spent the night with me. Now... now he stays out all night and comes home smelling of her. Of Lise. And he tries to embrace me, to press me to his lips.

I am twice as hard with him then as normal. I will not tolerate such blatant infidelity. And when he finally returns...

Ah, I can hear him approach. His footsteps are a little heavier than normal; he's walking with a curious stoop to him. Trying to leave me is taking it's toll. No, Michael, dear. You don't leave until I'm finished with you.

And - he's here. Goddamnit, I can smell her on him! And what does he do? Ignore me. Instead of reaching for me, instead of apologising for consorting with that slut, he takes off his jacket nice and slow. Oh, does your back hurt, honey? I bet it does... I can make it feel better...

All the better for me to stick a knife in it later on of course, but we'll ignore that for the moment. See, he thinks he can leave me. There – ignoring me, he heads for bed, kicking off his shoes and stripping down. Mmmmm, but I've already won this round, methinks. Perhaps it's time to pay a visit to dear Alfred...

After all, Michael may be ignoring me tonight, but he still keeps a glass on his bedside table. Sooner or later the hour of the wolf will arrive, and he'll creep towards me and pour out a nice long measure.

I'll give him his few hours of sweet sleep before I send the craving stabbing into him.

He's so innocent when he sleeps. Trusting.

This is going to be fun.

fin