Title: Mistakes, always.
Rating: K, maybe M later
Summary: Jack doesn't learn from his mistakes; the dream of Santa Fe is laid to waste; Spot and Sara have more in common than they thought. slash. Spot\Jack.
AN: right here is just an introduction I guess…? Have been sick; that's why being and ex-bulimic sucks, and so it might not be as coherent as I should want it to be )
..everything starts with a spark
Jack doesn't learn from his mistakes; he continues to prove this statement over and over again.
He was four and the candle was new, lit, attractive. He watched so much light pool around him as the sun went down, all leaking from this candle, this tiny candle, and looking something like magic. His hand reached forward, so soft and white, before the days of sweaty palms and freshly printed newspapers, and touched it.
It was the day before his mother's funeral, and he is lucky, because the pain kept him occupied.
He was five, and the candle was old, low, dull, like Mrs. Jenns, like his new life, like Santa Fe ought not to be.
It was dull, dull, dull, and the magic seemed to be gone, replaced by fact (fire is a plasma, wood burns, metal melts, water steams). He expects this is what them modernized schoolboys believe, and that maybe now he should believe it, but he doesn't.
There is still magic. There is still wonder.
He reached for it, fingers grasping at the flame, and he is lucky, because tomorrow is the day he will meet Spot, and Spot doesn't like schoolboy type.