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Jamie lent back on his bed as Jack pawed rested on his chest. The cat seemed so much more fussier since he had seen Jamie's new necklace. At first he had acted a bit weird. Dodging him and fixing with a doubtful glare... could cats even give looks like that?
Then again, Jack was no ordinary cat.
Jamie reached up and toyed with the necklace Kieran had given him. His hand moving over the sharp of the face. This symbol always had seemed so familiar to him... It was one of the reasons why he had never turned Jack away when he had found him. Something about the emblem seemed to... bring comfort to him. Not a kind comfort but an ambitious one. A reminder that sometimes the needs of one out weighed the needs of the many... A reminder that he didn't have to bow down to anyone, that he did not have to be weak. "Kieran seems to always be obsessed with bringing the good out in me." Jamie muttered as he ran a hand over the smooth, cool fur. Jack mewed indignantly as though he understood Jamie's point. "You're a weird cat you know?" He grinned.
"JAMIE GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE NOW!"
"The only reason I would bring my arse down those stairs is so you can kiss it you old hag!" He snapped and felt Jack mew happily at his outburst. He coiled his tail around his arm and purred quietly.
"Again, you just seem to beat people with your words."
Kieran slowly walked into the room and leaned against the wall as he fixed Jamie with a look of pure amusement. Like the previous day he was wearing the same clothes just as Jamie was. But one new thing hung from his neck.
On a silver chain was an emblem just like Jacks, though this one almost looked completely like a real face. It was made up of smaller sectors which formed into one main face. "My dad gave it me... he copied it from the hood of his car. I kind of like it."
"They look similar... kind of." Jamie frowned slightly as he looked between his necklace and Kieran's.
"HISS!" Jack lowered his ears back as he looked up at Kieran. Jamie just gently scratched him behind the ears and the cat went back to purring as it turned it's attention away from him and back to Jamie.
Jack had never really liked Kieran. From the first time he had met him, the cat had just refused to go anywhere near him... as though he had some grudge against Kieran which he couldn't forgive him for. "Play nice." Jamie whispered softly and Jack just purred in response.
"I will never understand that cat." Kieran grinned and shook his head as Jack narrowed his eyes. Neither will I. Jamie thought as he gently petted Jack's head.
"So, what's with the house call doc? Come to tell me that I'm still good and that there is something inside me worth fighting for?"
"I was going to ask you whether you wanted to come with me and stay in my family's apartment in London for a summer get away."
Jamie just paused and looked back over to the boy. Jack shuffled angrily and hissed. "A trip down to London? How can I refuse? When do we leave-"
"Right now. I know you was planning on running away over the summer." Jamie frowned slightly and leant back. The soft pillow embracing his head as he crossed his legs and smirked. The four oak posters of his bed held the elegant canopy up above him while the long winding shelves of books held endless amounts of his prize novels and own creations of writing, while being mixed with a few art pads and canvases which had begun to look ancient as they had been kept in the shadows and cold. "For god's sake Jamie. Let some light into the room-"
The moment Kieran took a step more into the room Jack hissed and swiped his claws violently making the older boy jump back in surprise. "Why does that cat hate me?!"
"Well." Jamie grinned as his eyes sparkled. "We can't be liked by everyone in the world."
His smirk was wiped away as Kieran walked over and slowly crawled over the bed till he was above him. Jack blushed brightly as he pushed himself back into the materess. "MEOW!" Jack slashed towards Kieran's face but jumped over onto the bedside table as he lowered his head and hissed. Kieran shook his head before he turned his attention back to the blushing boy underneath him. "You know, you turn a really lovely colour of red when ever anyone is intimate with you."
"MEOW!" Jack hissed jealously and defiantly as he tried to take another swipe at the boy over his owner.
"Jack calm down." Jamie whispered.
"Any animal gets agitated when their owner are being dominated." Kieran said smoothly.
He was shut up when Jamie's legs wrapped around his waist and he flipped them both as he he pinned Kieran's hands behind his head and onto the pillow. "You may be the dominant but I'm the more experienced one." Jack settled slightly at the sight of his owner once again being the stronger one.
"Oh really?" Kieran lent closer so their lips were almost brushing. "I'm pretty sure that I'm stronger, in every single way." He purred and then softly smiled.
"You know?" Jamie half closed his eyelids. "I think..."
"Yeah?"
"You're an idiot." He rolled his eyes and slowly got off Kieran before walking over to Jack and picking him up. "You think you know me so well?" Kieran slowly rose and began to walk around the room. His hand ran across the large glass mirror which hung over a mahogany desk. "Uh yeah... I kind of do." He nodded.
"...No you don't." Jamie narrowed his eyes with Jack.
"You were going to run away... go and use your den in the caves-"
"How the hell do you know of... No I wasn't."
Kieran just smirked.
"And you probably already have a bag packed, ready to go at a minutes notice. You always thought you was so clever with your hiding spots." He elbowed the wall behind him and a small slot opened up revealing an empty darkness.
"Looks like you don't know me that-"
He reached in and turned a small emblem of wood so that it mirrored the symbol of Jamie's necklace.
The sound of gears grinding echoed around them as slowly the floor began to groan as it opened up to reveal a bag in a small square hiding spot. "Well.." Jamie finished then glared at his best friend. "Know it all bastard."
"Yeah... get over it." Kieran smirked. "Now." He picked up the bag. "Car."
"I'll take that as a yes. The car is waiting out front. Don't take too long." He turned and walked sharply out the room after giving a blushing smile to Jamie. The boy shook his head and fell back onto the bed.
Jamie slowly looked down at Jack who was hissing violently at Kieran even after he had left the room. "I'm sorry... but I can't bring you with me." Jack just looked at him as though to say: You think you're going with that by yourself?
"You know... one of these days... I'm going to get labelled as crazy that I have more conversations with you than I do with people!" Jack licked his cheek and Jamie paused. "Nope... I can't bring you with me." Jack just widened his eyes. "I meant it, no... plus no more puss in boots for you."
"MEOW!" Jack turned his head away from his owner.
"Great... so you're going to be sulking for the next..." Jamie paused and Jack snapped his small head around to look at him expectantly. Jamie mumbled something quietly and Jack's claws began to grow. "For the next two weeks." Jamie quickly placed the cat down and blew a kiss as he quickly walked out the room. "Love ya Jack!" He closed the door just as Jack pounced for him to clutch his claws into his chest.
-Break-
You know what is more awkward than a three hour ride in a car? A three hour car ride with someone who you have a weird flirtatious relationship with whose parents appear on a skype call just as he's about to try and kiss you. Yeah... It's a real mood killer between the two.
As Kieran pulled up the Camaro into the parking lot Jamie tapped his foot absently trying to forget about Kieran's father staring at both of them as though they had dropped from the moon. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a minute as the overhead lights rolled by. Both were desperate for any kind of change in coversation. "So... I guess my dad isn't over the moon about me dating someone who he doesn't approve of."
"Really? I never saw that coming." Jamie muttered sarcastically.
"Hey, he was rooting for us before... My mom has been a bit of a fan girl about it but-"
"But what Kieran? We're best friends. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Even with this rocking ride?" Kieran grinned as he leaned over slightly and watched Jamie's cheeks turn slightly pink.
"Don't flatter yourself." He stuck his tongue out and grinned. "Besides...seriously... you painted your car yellow and black." Jamie raised an eyebrow and watched how Kieran looked mockingly hurt. "Hey! Don't insult Bumble Bee!"
"You named... your car?"
"No my dad named it and... I'm not helping myself am I?" Jamie shook his head as he stepped out the car quickly. "Damn it." He banged his head against the steering wheel just as the radio turned on. "Don't want to be, all by myself!" The volume turned up loader. "ANYMORE!"
"Damn stereo!" Kieran banged his hand against it to turn it off.
"I need a drink." Jamie shook his head exasperated as the car filled the parking lot with more music.
"Every little thing that you say or do. I'm hung up. I'm hung up on you."
"OH COME ON!" Kieran face palmed.
"YOU'RE HERE! THERE'S NOTHING I FEAR!"
"Titanic...Really?! This isn't funny Kieran!" Jamie barked over his shoulder as he stepped into the moonlight.
"JAMIE I DIDN'T MEAN IT! ISN'T ME! I A-"
"IT'S TO LATE TO APOLOGISE!"
"DAMMIT KIERAN!" Jamie shouted and stormed off as he walked into the night.
"Aw come on bumblebee! Cut me a break here!" Jamie just shook his head as he stepped into the pouring rain. His jaw was set tense and his body was tired, but not drained enough that he couldn't have a fun time out here. He knew his way back to the building like the back of his hand.
It wasn't as though he had never done this before?
It's not as though he has never gone into a club and hooked up with someone before either.
Which was why he walked into the first bar he came to and grinned as he saw people moving across the dance floor and grinding up against each other. He didn't mind the strobe lighting, the heavy smell of alcohol in the air... mingled with a few other smell he recognised from coming into a club like this. He didn't even mind it when a few people tried groping him. A simple knee between the legs and a smirk over the shoulder seemed to remind them of their place.
He span around quickly on the bar stool smiled leaning back against the wood behind him. A few people connected with his gaze but he quickly burnt them away with a glare as his eyes scoured through the crowd. "Now... what's a cutie like you doing in this place."
"Who the hell are you calling-" Jamie turned and looked up at the blond beauty who was talking to him. The guy didn't look much more older than he was. About seventeen at the most. He was in a tight tank top which had camouflage on. His body was slightly toned though it was more on the lean side... just how Jamie liked it. "Eyes up here handsome." The guy grinned and Jamie gave his usual smirk.
"You got a name soldier? Well... that's if you aren't one of those weird guys who has a costume fetish."
"Don't worry. I'm a soldier." Jamie thought he heard the guy whisper as he turned towards the bartender: And have been one for longer than most people. "Two whiskeys on the ice."
"And what will you be having." Jamie grinned as the bartender gave him his glass.
"Make it a twist on the rocks." The guy took the seat next to him.
"Name." Jamie batted his eyes as he took a sip from the drink and felt it burn down his throat.
"My name... Is Jack."
"Great, just like my cat." Jamie raised the glass and rolled his eyes as he turned back to the bar.
"You're a brave boy aren't you? If you're wearing that necklace."
Jamie paused and slowly turned with an impassive face. "And... do tell. Why am I so brave?"
"It's a long story."
"I have plenty of time."
"Then I have no rush to answer."
Both grinned at each other as they raised their glasses and down their drink. "So, again I'll ask. What's a cutie like you doing in a place like this?" Jack lounged back but Jamie was starting to feel a bit more comfort in his reactions with the guy.
"I was looking for a bit of fun... but it seems like this city has nothing of that to offer."
"You obviously haven't seen the nearby air port. I do a bit of practice around there sometimes when I'm on leave. Maybe you should come by sometime." His grin grew deeper. "I could show you what real fun is."
"Oh I don't know... something about this city... something about the fact all these ambitious people trying to crush each other in any attempt to reach fame. That seems like great fun to me." Jack just burst out into laughter.
"That emblem definitely suits you cutie."
"My name is Jamie."
"Well then Jamie... how does a trip to the airfield sound to you. This place is a little too dry for my taste." Something dark was burning in Jack's warm brown eyes... the way they glinted, it was almost like they were red.
A bad boy soldier offering him a flight on a air field, in the middle of the night in London after only meeting him and being with him for ten minutes?
Jamie just grinned and followed him out of the club.
-Break-
The air field had to look decent since it was in the only main one in London. It's long stretched and freshly tarmacked runway stretched out into the darkness of the night. The emerald expanse and field around it, swayed in the breeze which was sweet as it was coated by the flowers. As the lights were fading, Jack wrapped one arm around Jamie's waist and both grinned as they vaulted over the fence and sprinted towards the hanger. "What kind of jet are we looking for? Plus won't we get in trouble." Jamie whispered.
"Don't worry, you will know it when you see it... Plus since when do you care about getting in trouble." Jamie hadn't heard him correctly and just shrugged as his eyes now scoured for the sign of the Jet they were looking for.
A deep adrenaline was coursing through him as he ducked away from a spot light which roamed across the runway. This rush was becoming addictive. Just knowing he was going against high orders was enough to get his blood pumping wildly. "Damn it... they changed the lock!" Jamie followed Jack over to where the boy was crouched. The dim light flickered over the faded metal wall and revealed a rusty door.
"Move aside." Jamie pushed the boy out of the way as he fumbled through his pockets and grinned as he pulled our a switch blade and jammed it into the lock as he pressed his ear up against it. "Good looking, funny, ambitious and a bad boy... I think I'm in love."
"Oh honey... You haven't seen anything yet." Jamie could feel the boy's appreciative eyes roaming over him.
"How did you ever learn to pick or break a lock?"
"It's amazing some of the things you learn when living with an alcoholic aunt."
Jamie paused and felt his body tense as he began recalling the amount of times that he had spent listening to his aunt shout abuse at him about how his mother was a slut and a waste of space, about how she was an idiot and is even worse than that for making it so that he have to live with her. The only good thing she ever did with her life was leaving her some money in her will (which had supposed to be given to Jamie for college).
Nope.
Living with her had definitely become a reason why he was cold and heartless sometimes. After all... sometimes to survive cold evil, you had to become it yourself. Jamie often wondered sometimes if Kieran ever thought that about him and that was why he was so desperate to prove that Jamie was a good guy.
Jack watched him curiously for a moment. "I know someone like that. The aunt is obnoxious and seems to think she can order the boy about with a simple call of his name."
"We sound a lot alike."
Jack said nothing as he heard the lock click and the door slowly open. He pulled it out wider and smiled for the boy. "After you." Jamie smiled and walked in.
The moment the door closed behind them Jamie's jaw almost hit the floor when the lights came on in the hangar.
He started walking around the enormous jet as he took in it's pitch black paint and purple edged wings. It looked freshly painted. It's missiles were already loaded and prepared for a moments notice. It's sleek cockpit was tinted orange so that no one could see it. "He's beautiful!" Jamie exclaimed as he ran forward eager to examine as much details of it as he could. On the tail wings and the main underbelly piece was that same symbol again: the same one as his necklace. "I keep seeing this every where I go." Jamie whispered as he reached out and placed a hand on the paint work. He almost flinched back at first because it felt like a burst of electricity ran through his entire body testing whether or not he would move away. "It's beautiful like the jet... but what does it mean?"
"It means we're the ones who will never back down. We will get what we want and we are not afraid to fight for it. We're the ones who will fight for power and dominance to our last breaths." Jack slowly turned those burning eyes onto Jamie who seemed still hypnotised by the sights before him.
"Always and forever." Jamie smiled softly. "Can we take him up for a ride?"
"It's been a while since he's seen air." Jack looked thoughtfully up at the jet then smiled. "Might as well. He's going to see a lot of air time soon. It's about time he woke up."
"Have we met before?"
Jack suppressed his surprise as Jamie asked that question. There's no way he can no... it's impossible. There's absolutely no way he could have figured it out. Not unless that bastard brat has got to him first... "I'm sure I would remember a beauty like you."
"You remind me so much of my cat... it's uncanny." Jamie shook his head and turned back to the jet as he ran his hand along it. No sparks this time but the metal seemed to warm under his touch.
Then his eyes caught onto the name.
"SkyWarp?" He looked over at Jack who just nodded. "It suits him."
"You talk about it, like it's a living thing." Jack said impassively as he pulled over the step ladders. He kept Jamie distracted as the lid of the cabin seemed lift automatically.
As though by it's own free will... No we can't... you know that. With tomorrow we can't.
The flaps moved ever so slightly. Not enough for Jamie to notice at the angle he was facing but for Jack to see the movement which could have been the slightest movement of a breeze. "I'm sorry... we can't take him out. SkyWarp has got a long day tomorrow and so does his twin... ThunderCracker."
Jamie shook his head more focused on Jacks observation of him. "Sometimes people describe weapons as an extension of their own bodies... like how they name swords or other such things." Jack paused for a moment as he seemed to consider something. It was like something deep was weighing onto his mind.
"Jamie... avoid the area around Big Ben tomorrow. Okay?"
"Why? Apparently there's going to be a big air show from the RAF isn't there?"
"Jamie please... just get out of London tonight. You think we might have met before, well we might have, we may know each other. If we do then you should trust me right?" Jack poured out what he was saying and Jamie just looked at him as though he had lost the plot. "Trust me and just... get out of here by tomorrow."
"So we've just met... or not according to us both. We've had one drink. You shown me this amazing, beautiful jet... now you don't want to see me again?!"
"No! I'm not saying that... I'm just saying... The memory of a strong breeze in a city will be re kindled tomorrow."
"What...?" Jamie raised an eyebrow.
"I will come and find you tomorrow. Just stay low... and make sure you're wearing your necklace!"
"You know... anyone else would run away from you screaming."
"But you know there is something more going on here."
"Meet me at the club... tomorrow at-"
"Twelve... just before the show begins. Here's my mobile number." He handed Jamie the sheet quickly and looked towards the Jet. "We better go." Jamie just shook his head and turned walking out the door, ripping his knife out the lock and span it in his palm before putting it back in his pocket. "Hey Jamie."
The younger boy slowly turned back to face this mysterious guy. "Remember what happened to you and..." Jack paused as he searched for the right words. "Remember what that symbol stands for. Tomorrow. Don't let anyone else sway you or try to change you. That symbol will keep you alive."
"Yeah... Okay." Jamie nodded before gazing back to the Jet one last time. "I will see you tomorrow okay?"
"Yeah." Jack nodded and smiled as Jamie closed the door behind him.
Jack said nothing as the lights turned on in the jet and he patted the wing of the jet as slowly the lights turned back off. "Tomorrow... everything changes."