Title: All That Remains
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for movie; AU
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: second
Jack never was the brains of the team. The heart, perhaps, but not the brains.
He's gotten old, weak. Bitter and weary. You're as strong as you've ever been and you've had thirty years to think about what you'd do when you met him again.
It swirls in you, the power. Jack tries to reach his brother, but that boy died long ago. The power sings in you and your mouth tastes metallic, and Jack keeps talking to Connor.
You smirk with Connor's lips and speak back.
You long to tell him there is no Connor, that you are all that is left. But Jack wouldn't believe you. He was never smart enough to recognize the truth. He will fight for a man that no longer lives until he himself is burned out.
Jack was never the brains of the team, and he still isn't. You unleash Connor's power with a smile; Jack and the children and the woman he brought with him will all die, now.
And you will be all that is left.