A/N: A very short David-centric fic I wrote for no particular reason.
Disclaimer: Nope
David Jacobs, more than anything else, knew one thing about the world— it wasn't going to give you what you wanted until you fought for it. It was funny then, ironic almost, when he didn't want to fight The World in the first place. He had convinced himself that they were two different things, that he could go somewhere else and not have to fight the literal World, nor the metaphorical one. Because while David knew you always had to fight to get what you want, he was never very good at actually going about it.
But then fate— Jack Kelly, intervened, and David Jacobs, for the first time in his life, would have to fight both the world, and The World. And he was scared, sure, but he knew that he had been avoiding it for far too long, knew that he had to grow up at some point, and why not grow up in the slap of the metaphor he knew life was handing him?
And so David stood tall, quietly moving his chess pieces around the board until he had the King in a check, and he knew that they would win, that he would get what he wanted for once in his life, because he fought. But then the Queen cheated and moved in a way he didn't expect, and suddenly he was in the game, not just overseeing it. So he used his words— that for so long had been whispered instead of shouted, and rooftops now knew, and kids did as well, and David Jacobs had fought Goliath and he had won.
There was something about the victory, almost a breath of fresh air, that put David in tears; small, hardly noticeable, but there nevertheless.
They had won. The kids who had nothing, were nothing, beat everything. Beat The World and the world.
He smiled— faint and almost absent. He had won. He had got what he wanted, and he fought for it. There were always going to be fights, but at least he could do it now. And he had beaten the world.