So I've had this story bouncing around in my head about Jack and his First Wife/Angel's Bio-Mom. So I'm writing this in an attempt to get back in this habit, and purge this story from my brain. Jack hasn't fully become evil, or even the man you see in the Pre-Sequel. He's an unsure, younger man, with a lot of promise..that finds a Siren, something he's been a little obsessed with, and together they forge a relationship where they are trying to be better people...but the world of Pandora has an effect. I'm also going to set the place for Moxie's betrayal and why that pulls apart his psyche so much.
I'm going to rate this T for now, but it might go M if I feel it warrants it.
Introduction
Something no one ever talks about is how big Jacks hands are-how strong he is when he sets his palm on your shoulder and squeezes. I could always forget how awful things were when he touched me. I had finally started to believe him when he said nothing could slip from his grasp.
The look on his face right now would scare me if the pain from my broken body hadn't already resigned me to death. He's yelling something. I wish I could read lips. Meanwhile, the walls of this pocket universe are closing in. I guess I really don't need anything but the look in his eyes to know what he's feeling.
He always looked conflicted when I met him-worried, angry, scared. Honestly, I thought he'd be the one Pandora would eat up first. Sorry baby, all I can do is mouth "I love you," before you vanish. Tell our daughter I love her too.
I remember I'd fucked up. I wasn't strong, but I could open doors sometimes, & Mom wasn't suppose to be the one who fell through. If only she'd acted faster and saved herself he could have forgiven me.
She had a better chance than Dad at surviving. If only that other woman had never come around, but then I don't think she knew he had a family. Maybe none of this would have happened if he didn't like flirting with pretty girls. I guess I've tried not to think about it.
Hyperion made me lose a lot more than a mother that day, like my freedom. The feeling of my feet on the ground seems far and strange. I've learned to fly at the cost of my legs.
Though sometimes when I go to sleep I can hear the cagey growl in Jack's voice right before he shoved me in the machine. "I know you didn't mean to sweetie. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe princess. Mommy's going to be alright. Just shut up and sit in the chair Angel."
She'd hate you if she knew what you've forced me to do.