Title: I got you, babe
Fandom: So Weird
Rating: Heavy R
Genre: Angst
Pairing: hinted Jack/Annie; vague Fi/Jack
Summary: Murder; she was murdered.
Disclaimer: If I owned So Weird, the world would be a very backward place. And, even though the world is still a rather backward place as it is, I, sadly, do not own So Weird (etc).
Warnings: Insinuations of murder and one-sided incest included. You have been informed.
"Annie's dead."
Two words—tear-ridden anguish apparent even over the cheap connection of the static phone lines.
Jack can't hold back his sob; Fi flinches, and then:
"Oh God—oh my God—but—how?"
Gibbering; sputtering; mangled cries from the back of his throat and he's choking out the words.
Murder; she was murdered.
"I'll be there as soon as I can, Jack—do you hear me? As soon as I can. Jack, are you listening? Jack? Don't do anything stupid, Jack—I'm coming. Jack, are you there? Don't worry; I'll take care of you—of this. Everything's alright—you'll be okay, Jack. You're safe with me."
Fi hangs up the phone; she fingers the once-familiar weight of the silver ring on her thumb, then puts it away.
Then she's headed out the door; to her car.
Three blocks down and she's there; and she remembers to wipe away the flecks of dry brown blood from her hands before she goes inside.
And Jack cries, but she knows that he'll get over this.
After all: he's got her, doesn't he?