Here we go, folks the final chapter! Let's go!
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3 Days Before Easter
"Jack, where are we going?" Marie asked before he and Kim could load them into the taxi where Barnabas was waiting for them.
Jack swallowed hard and closed his eyes for a moment before coming back to life. "You're going to spend the weekend in New York with your grandpa Barney, okay? Me and Kim have to take care of a few things, but we'll be there for Easter, and so will mom. I promise," Jack said as his voice finally broke and he had to react fast to catch a tear.
"Okay. We'll miss you!" Claire said, her chubby little arms reaching up.
"I'll miss you, too. But you'll have so much fun stuff to do. You won't even know we're gone until we catch up," Jack told her, pulling her tight and squeezing the life out of her.
"Come here, Peanut," Kim said, her eyes as watery as Jack's. "Behave for your grandpa and have as much fun as you can. Ann will make sure you all call or text us every night until we meet up with you." Kim hugged the four children, she and Jack ushering them into the taxi.
They stood there on the lawn as they watched the children they felt were their own drive off into the dark. All of this to stop one big bad wolf.
Kim didn't speak. What could she say? What could either of them say? Maggie was still sitting in prison while she and Barnabas worked to get her out. They had just shipped the kids across the country to keep them away from their father who would arrive any hour like a devil without smoke but all the brimstone. What the fuck kind of hell was this?
Jack turned and went back into the house, shedding his leather jacket in the hallway, then his t-shirt on the kitchen floor in front of the door that led down to the basement. He cleared the stairs in two hops and went to the punching bag. He wrapped up his hands, looked at the boxing gloves next to him. Jack deemed them unnecessary.
With his stance taken and his shoulders loose, he no longer saw the bag but his enemy. Jack had known for years he and his father would never be good again, the idea of fighting him had been in his head for quite some time. He had never counted on actually having to.
Jabs and hooks flew with such high power and speed that his knuckles were bleeding before Jack registered any pain. His hair was increasingly being weighed down by sweat, causing it to fall in front of his eyes.
With the bag in front of him and his own hair down over his eyes, he didn't know Kim watched from the side. She could see tiny streaks of her boyfriend's blood that had soaked through the black hand wraps and smeared on the bag.
When Jack caught the sight of his blood, the pain finally registered, his fists raw and sore. He began throwing every kind of kick until his roundhouses and side snaps were landing below hip level.
Jack's legs were ready to give but he kept standing. His available arsenal was running low but he continued his attack with vicious forearm and elbow blows.
"Jack, stop!" Kim shouted, unable to watch anymore. This boy was going to destroy himself! She threw her arms around his sweaty torso and pulled him backwards away from the bag. "Jack, please!" Kim begged as he tried to weakly fight out of her arms. She fell backward, falling on the floor butt first. She locked her hands together over his abdomen and constricted him around the hips with her strong legs. His full weight was on her, but in his exhausted state, he was immobilized.
Jack went limp, unable to struggle and ready to admit it was pointless. Kim loosened her limbs incase he made a break for it, but instead he rolled over, burying his sweat coated face in the crook of her neck.
Kim could feel his lean, muscled and hard body trembling against her, heaving on inhale and billowing on exhale. She could tell he was crying his eyes out but she couldn't tell what was hot sweat and what was scalding tears.
Jack made an unintelligible, strangled sound. He tried again, and one the third try he finally said, "Thank you for being the one thing in my life that has never fallen apart."
Kim's heart skipped three beats as those choked out words buried themselves in the pit of her stomach.
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It was midnight by the time Jack was able to pick himself up off Kim. The entire time she laid there with him, she made no mention of being tired or uncomfortable. She wasn't going to complain, she couldn't bring herself to if she had wanted to.
She did find herself feeling relieved when he did move to get up, her back sore from the ground. "How are you doing?" Kim asked with little more than a whisper. She knew it was a dumb question, but it was a way to get him talking, to show she cared and was still there.
"I need a shower," Jack said, his voice hoarse. "You do, too. I'm sorry I got you all gross and sweaty," Jack apologized as he stood up, stretching his burning muscles. He caught Kim staring and just lazily smirked at her. He also noticed she made no move to get up. Jack smiled slightly again and squatted down, an arm going under her legs and the other around her shoulders.
"Jack, you don't have to..." He didn't listen to her objection, her consideration for him being ignored by him. Kim wrapped her arms around Jack's neck as she felt him lifting her from the dusty floor. It was her turn to bury her face in his neck. Jack didn't exactly smell like Jack unless he was slick with the sweat and effort that molded and shaped his godlike body. It was after Jack's energy had been spent and he wanted a nap that he most smelled like home to her.
Carrying Kim bridal style, he climbed the basement stairs and went through the house, locking the door with a very well placed and measured crescent kick that was able to turn the latch because of the downward arcing angle. He impressed himself and Kim. He had been making a game of axe kicking off light switches for years, but this was good even for him.
Jack continued on his journey, tackling the stairs to the second floor, his blonde angel still holding him tight, ghosting kisses over his neck and collarbone to send delicious shivers coursing through his body. With little energy left to spare, Jack made it to the bedroom and deposited Kim down on the bed.
(A/N: Bath sequence, engage. And with the last sexy time of the story, how can I not tell you to listen to "Take My Breath Away" by Berlin?)
Without word or warning, Jack kicked off his shoes and socks, stripped himself down to his bare nothing right in front of her. He didn't even look back. He did ask, "Are you coming?" as he opened the bathroom door.
Kim was still laying on the bed, stunned at Jack's forwardness. She wondered if that was what she was like after the car wreck. Kim did want a shower, and this would be her first one with him, believe it or not.
Kim did as Jack had and stripped down before entering the bathroom where he already had the water running. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her. Any insecurity she could have had at that moment was snuffed out by the pride she found in her hot little body from Jack's satisfied stare.
"Check the water?" Jack asked, taking how she liked it into consideration. Kim was so damn picky about her shower temperatures, but she never told him that.
Kim slipped past him, purposefully grazing her fingers across the small of his back as she did so. She tested the water, and smiled when she found it was perfect. The only thing she did differently was push the little metal knob over the faucet that killed the shower head and began filling the tub.
"You need a good soak, Jack, not a quick shower," Kim said as she stood up and put a toe in the water, making sure it was good. "Get in," she ordered and smacked his ass as he did.
Jack just rolled his eyes at her antics. She was worse than he was. His eyes followed the unintentionally seductive sway of her hips as she went to a cupboard and pulled out a bottle. "Kim what is... really? Bubble bath?" Jack asked, feeling his masculinity under assault.
"Relax," Kim said as she flipped open the top and squeezed in a healthy amount. "I'm not going to tell anyone," she crossed her heart and turned off the water. Jack offered his hand for her to hold while she got in, like she'd slip and fall otherwise. It wasn't necessary, but Kim loved the sentiment.
Kim kept his hand in hers after she had settled between his legs and turned it over, seeing his battered knuckles. She wouldn't say anything. She didn't know what to say. It was an aggressive expulsion of anger and stress. There was nothing to discuss that they hadn't already, nothing she could help him fix until this was all over. All she can do now is hold him and be held. Try to keep him strong. Keep him stable but still ready for the prize fight they both knew Easter would be. The preparation would begin with tonight's R & R.
"Kim, everything alright in there?" Jack asked softly, moving her hair behind her ear so he could kiss the sensitive shell. "Talk to me," he said, kissing her neck, trailing little kisses up and down from earlobe to shoulder.
"I'm good, Jack. Honestly, I was just thinking about you," Kim admitted, craning her neck back to kiss his lips and then his barely stubbled chin.
"All good, I hope," Jack chuckled, putting his arms around her, his hands resting on the smooth skin of her belly. Rough hands glided over velvet, up and down, getting higher and lower every lap until he brushed her mound and then the underside of her small but perky breasts.
Kim sighed into his touch and all but melted, sliding backwards into Jack even more, their bodies molding together perfectly, made for each other. She loved the way the water lapped and graced her body from her movements.
"I was just thinking about how much I care about you, how much I hate to see you hurting," she told him, placing her delicate hands over his but not stopping him as a finger circled her navel.
"This'll be over soon, Kim. When it is, we can have our lives back. Well, you can have yours back. I'll be just starting mine," Jack shrugged.
That hit deep. Kim's stomach soured and her heart went cold for a moment. Was there ever a point in Jack's life where he didn't feel controlled, didn't feel like his dad's shadow was right behind him?
"Your life has always been yours, Jack. You've been oppressed, I won't argue that, but you're the reason you're Jack Brewer. Your father has nothing to do with why I love you with all of my heart. That's all you. But I can't wait until I get to see you believing in your full potential. I can't wait until you know that everything you do is for you instead of some cause and effect from your father. You're great right now, Jack, but you'll be even greater when you finally feel free."
Jack sighed and rested his chin on the top of Kim's head. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and agree with you. I'll admit I'm great, but you're the closest thing to perfect I've ever seen," he tells her as he nuzzled into her neck, lightly nibbling her flesh to make her giggle.
Kim looked back at him with darkened, hooded eyes and a temptress's smirk. "Closest to perfect? I think I can change your mind on that," she purred, directing his hand lower.
Jack's fingertips were within a breadth of Kim's anticipating clit, but they didn't meet. She almost grunted in disapproval, thinking he was teasing her, but then his index and middle finger closed around her little bundle and squeezed gently. Kim screwed her eyes shut and moaned as Jack's strong fingers kept the most delicate hold on her most sensitive nerves, wiggling back and forth to make her shudder.
Kim reached behind her and around Jack's neck to take a hold of his thick hair, trying to get a grip on her senses without hurting him every time he applied just a little more pressure. Her heart beat and sense of pleasure was like a gasket with a gauge. She could feel it rising and building, and she didn't try to stop it, didn't try to shut it down as he nipped her neck and tweaked her pert nipple with his other hand. Her own hand that wasn't tearing Jack's hair out joined his, swiping her clit furiously.
"Jack! I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming!" Jack took advantage of her warning, the hand that was on her breast shot down to her opening and he thrust in two fingers, straight into her heat. She cried out as Jack mercilessly pumped into her and she shot up, her belly and breasts pushed out of the water. The heightened angle allowed Jack to plunge even deeper and Kim's eyes almost popped at the power of her orgasm, feeling her arousal leaving her as her entire being quaked and spasmed. She gripped the tub with both arms to keep herself from crushing Jack.
Kim kept herself elevated until she could breath relatively normal again. She look down and saw Jack's fingers were still in her, massaging her tight muscled walls to bring her down slowly and easily. Once she was back under her own control, she slid Jack's hand away from her and gripped both sides of the tub again and tilted her head down. Jack's throbbing cock was at full attention directly below the target, standing proud and waiting. Kim slowly dropped down and took all of Jack's veined pillar into her at once.
Jack grunted out her name and grabbed her hips with a force that made him think his fingers would leave marks. He had a hard time caring because Kim had just thrown her head back with a soundless scream of ecstasy as she dropped till her ass hit his thighs.
Kim didn't didn't give either of them much time to recover before she circled her hips, trying to find the strength to twist back to look at him. Before she could muster herself, Jack's hands left her hips and grasped both of her firm breasts, leaning up and licking her from shoulder to ear. Her hips bucked from their own will and Jack chomped down on her skin that smelled like lavender from the bubble bath.
"Jack, oh," Kim shuddered, her head falling as Jack kneaded her flesh, his palms brushing her straining peaks. With his hands still on her, he began to thrust up slowly, gently, the water and foam barely displacing.
"You are perfect," Jack whispered into her ear and traced it's curve with his tongue, guiding them so her back molded with his chest and abs as he leaned back into the tub. She moved her leg over the tub, allowing Jack to place his hand under her thigh for a greater thrust, this time not caring that water sloshed and splashed to the floor.
Kim whimpered at the contact and again touched herself, this time where she and Jack were joined, turning her head, allowing them to press their foreheads together somewhat as she rode him. Her free hand gripped the tub again for extra leverage to meet Jack's thrusts. Her heat was at a boiling point to where she began to wonder if she could actually get burned.
Jack was faring no better, a never ending chain of "Kim. Kim. Kim. So good. Kim. Kim," pouring from his lips as his stomach tightened and tightened, fearing that it might actually hurt, snapping like a rubber band. He was about to find out because Kim's velvet tunnel was fluttering helplessly, seemingly thousands of muscles constricting and releasing over and over as her whimpers grew louder and turned into a yelp as she finally exploded.
Kim's crescendo was beyond her threshold and her reaction, physical, visual and audible was too much for Jack who grunted, gritted his teeth and buried his sweaty face into Kim's hair as he came inside of her, his eyes screwed so tight he could see colors behind his closed lids.
Jack slouched down as low into the tub as he could, taking Kim's smaller frame with him. They just laid there together, panting and trying to come back to earth before either of them tried to really move.
"When we do that for keeps, that kid is going to be a champ," Kim said between deep breaths and Jack could only laugh and agree.
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Saturday was what they needed it to be. They stayed in bed till 11:00 am, cuddling, kissing, making love like their world would change the next day. After the morning spent in bed, they met up with Brody and Lusa for lunch and a movie. Dinner followed and they went their separate ways afterwards.
At 9:00 p.m. they found themselves alone and anxiously waited for what they both knew was going to come at any given hour, who was going to come at any hour.
Jack sighed and looked out the window, the orange/yellow of the streetlights reflecting off the pavement as the skies opened and a light rain came down.
"We'll be fine, Jack. We always have been when it came to me and you," Kim assured him, her cheek on his shoulder as the first thunder rumbled and a streak of white light illuminated angry clouds.
"I know, it's just the waiting. I can handle the screaming match we're going to have. I've prepared myself for anything he can throw at me. Hard truths and weaknesses, I'll be ready for all of it," Jack told her, kissing her forehead.
"Jack, I need you to know that no matter what your father tries to tell me and you, I'll still be here," Kim promised, her big brown eyes pleading with him to acknowledge what she had said. She really needed Jack to understand that.
"And no matter what, I'm going to love you tomorrow morning more than I love you know," Jack whispered, taking a hold of her shoulders and kissing her longingly, a promise for tomorrow on his lips.
They pulled apart with a start when headlights cut through the rain. Jack looked out the window and saw a taxi had pulled up to their walkway. This was it.
Jack kissed his girl one more time and stepped outside onto the front porch. Across the yard, there stood his father, Gregory Brewer.
"Hey Jack, how've you been?" Gregg asked with a smile.
"Let's just cut it. The kids aren't here. Mom isn't here," Jack immediately got into it.
"That's a cold welcome home, kid," Gregg chuckled, running a hand through his rain soaked black hair. "Where are the kids?"
"They were here. But until you're where you belong, they're going to stay where they are instead of being here. Home." Jack put his foot down. Hard. He refused to give him any room.
Gregg saw that playing nice wasn't going to work with his first born. "Home. Is where I say it is. I am the father. I am your father!" he shouted.
"You stopped being my father when I was seventeen years old. When you told me that I was nothing, that I never would be? That's when you stopped being my father. When Ann told me she wanted to run, when she wanted to leave just like I did, that's when you stopped being her dad. Mom hates you. Probably because you hit her and treat her like shit," Jack finished, pulling every punch.
"It's pretty obvious to me," Gregg began, "that the only way I'm going to get you the fuck out of my way is if I get you out myself. I'll whoop your little girl's ass, too," Gregg pointed at Kim who was with Jack on the porch. "You think she's going to stick around, Jack?" Gregg scoffed.
Jack didn't even respond. He just tucked his hands in his pockets and looked at his father expectantly. "Come on, Gregg. I'm waiting. What are you going to say about me and Kim? That I'm using her for her body? That she's just using me for whatever I can give her? That I gave up Otai for her and she didn't for me?" Jack really had telegraphed it all.
The last one dropped Kim's jaw. Jack had pondered on that one, but never once brought that up to her? How much did that say about Jack? He didn't try to stop her, because it was her dream. But it was also Jack's. She was in Jack's dreams, needed to be in his life more than Otai, but she left him for one year. She couldn't believe herself.
"So here's what's going to happen," Jack said, all control in his voice. "We're going to fight right here in the front yard, beating each other to bloody fucking pulps. And when I win, you're going back to prison and the family gets to finally be a functional family," Jack laid down the rules as he took his shirt off and dropped it onto the porch.
"Jack," Kim caught his hand before he stepped off. She didn't speak, just pulled herself into Jack's hard frame and pressed her lips to his. The kiss professed her love, her confidence, and her need for him to walk back up these steps to her.
"I'll be fine," Jack promised and kissed her one more time. He jumped past the stares and hit the muddy yard with a splash.
"Alright, if this is how we're going to settle this, fine by me," Gregg shrugged, discarding his own shirt. Gregg was a fit man in his own right. At forty-eight years old, he was 5'7" and ripped to the bone like Jack. "Where do you think your karate aptitude came from, Jack? My father, to me, to you," Gregg said as he and Jack circled each other.
Jack let Gregg throw the first punch, just a little testing snap jab that Jack backed away from easily. Gregg threw a right hook that Jack easily side stepped and threw his own jab, connecting with Gregg's jaw.
Gregg cracked his neck and smiled. Jack knew this was going to be a long fight. Gregg came at Jack with a hop step side kick that Jack jumped back from and returned it with his own, but Gregg caught Jack's leg and pushed it down. He tried to follow up with an axe kick, but Jack deflected with a quick inside crescent axe kick.
Jack next lashed out with a roundhouse that Gregg blocked, but Jack threw another immediately after with the opposite foot, catching Gregg in the side. Gregg caught Jack's foot, though, and pushed him down into the wet grass.
Jack rolled out of the way of a ferocious axe kick aimed for his face, but then rolled back and kicked Gregg's base leg out from under him. They both kicked back up and were back to square one.
"Well shit, Jack. Are we just going to do this all night?" Gregg chuckled as he cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders.
"By all means, set the pace," Jack invited as he took up his defensive stance again.
Gregg bowed and jumped in with another hop step side kick that Jack easily swatted down. He threw two side snap kicks without his left leg even touching the ground, but Jack blocked them both.
Jack threw a jump front snap kick after his last deflection, but Gregg caught his foot and pulled up, dropping Jack to his ass. Jack was kick, throwing himself forward on his arms and kicking Gregg's knee to make him buckle enough to give Jack a shot at his temple. Gregg was faster than Jack had given him credit for, and pulled his head back and hit Jack across the chest with a forearm.
Jack went down and Gregg tried to follow up by sitting across his ribs, about to pound his face, but Jack hit him with a head-butt, busting his nose wide open. Gregg fell back and Jack capitalized by putting him in a tight armbar.
Gregg surprised Jack by fighting to his knees and actually picking up Jack as he stood, slamming him back down to the ground. Jack had to release his hold as his back spasmed in pain.
Gregg was fully up to his feet, and ran his hands through his hair. "Come on, Jack! Get up! I had better in prison!" Gregg mocked.
Jack rolled over onto his hands and knees, but Gregg rushed him and kicked him hard in the ribs. Jack was back down in the grass and the mud, fighting to take in air. Gregg tried again, but Jack was able to roll out just in time. He was up but stumbled a little before he fully recovered. Jack tried to charge at Gregg, but Gregg sidestepped, caught him by his shoulder and slammed him down to the ground again.
Gregg dropped a knee straight down onto Jack's ribs and he cried out in pain, but he was able to rocket himself up enough to elbow Gregg in the throat. This fight had indeed become no holds barred.
Both Brewers were on their backs, fighting for air. Both Brewers found the strength to kick up again. They traded axe kicks and deflections. They threw rapid series of punches at each other that were blocked or absorbed and ignored. The adrenaline at this point was stronger than the pain. It was a bare knuckled boxing match with an occasional kick and block.
Both men began to reach exhaustion and the pain began to set in. They both began to slow and got progressively sloppier. Finally, Gregg made an error and Jack was able to catch it.
Gregg tried to throw all his weight behind a right haymaker, but his foot slipped in the soft, slippery earth. Jack caught his fist, pulled it up and kicked him in the armpit three times, immobilizing Gregg's right arm.
Gregg tried to recover with a left hook, but Jack blocked it with an outside crescent axe kick and hit him with a hard right uppercut. Gregg staggered back and it was the perfect window for Jack, who ran forward and jumped up, driving his fist down against Gregg's temple. He stood there, wobbling and Jack finished him with a high side snap kick straight to the sternum.
There stood Jack, staring down at the unconscious body of his father. His father, the man who had caused Jack and his family so much pain, so much doubt. Jack tried to control himself, but years of anger took over as Jack dropped to his knees, lifted Gregg's head by the hair and slammed his fist into Gregg's face. He did it again. And again. And again.
Jack finally had to stop when he heard Kim's voice screaming his name, screaming that it was over. He stood up and wiped his forearm across his face.
Kim ran across the yard and threw herself into his arms, paying no heed to the rain, sweat, mud or the blood. She didn't even know who's blood it was. "You did it, Jack. It's okay, you beat him. I called the chief and he's on his way right now to take Gregg back. He won't be getting out again. You're free. Your family is free," Kim whispered in his ear, hugging him tightly. Jack was too out of it to hug her bag, leaning on her, trusting her to keep him up.
"I'm so glad it's over, Kim. So glad. I love them. Mom. The kids. I love you, Kim," Jack mumbled as he slipped into a dreamless sleep right there, still held up in Kim's arms.
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Jack knocked softly on the door, his knuckles still raw from Friday night and the fight. He and Kim waited patiently but not long before Barnabas answered the door dressed in his Sunday best. It was Easter, after all.
"Jack, Kim. It's good to see you," the aging man said, hugging each of them in turn.
"We're glad to be here, like this," Jack said with a smile, trying to ignore the way it tugged his split lip. Barnabas stepped aside to allow them in. He didn't miss the way Kim had her arms around him incase he became unstable or needed help walking. Barnabas figured that must have been a hell of a fight.
"Jack!" All the kids, even Ann, shouted. The little ones ran to him, but stopped short when they saw their bruised and battered brother. "Jack, did you get hit by a car, too?" Claire asked.
"Something like that," Jack said through a chuckle. Kim helped him bend down enough to hug Claire and Maris. "Happy Easter, girls," Jack said with a warmed, comforted voice that Kim had only heard him use with her. He knew the kids were safe. Knew his mom was safe. Jack's life could finally be normal, could be exceptional now.
Jack stood up slowly, feeling every muscle in his body protest. His eyes scanned the room and there she was in the doorway. Beautiful and smiling, happier, healthier than he had ever seen her. "Mom," Jack said in a disbelieving whisper.
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One month later
It was the usual Sunday dinner, family day. Maggie and the kids, Jack and Kim. Barnabas even flew in once a month to stay a weekend, so he was there.
Jack and Kim were out of school for the summer, both enjoying the California climate and having a ball working together when Jack's anxiety didn't bring him down to one knee. She was there for him every time, though. That wasn't changing.
Maggie was a secretary at the Goldwater Firm there in Seaford. She got out with good behavior and parole, and with her no longer spotless record, she couldn't get higher up the chain. Maggie didn't want to, though. She was afraid that anything more would take her away from her children, and by her figuring, they had lost more than enough.
The kids were safe. Maggie was home, happy, and ecstatically divorced while Gregg rotted in a cell to even who knew it's jubilance. Jack and Kim were inseparable, and that, too, was cause enough for both of them to be happy every day.
There was still Jack's anxiety, but with the way his life was up swinging, his depression was in recession without medicine or anything. He just needed a stable, happy life that he wouldn't be distracted by, afraid of, or hurt by.
Kim was happy as a pearl, working at the hospital again with Lusa, working with Jack, Julie and Grace at the restaurant. School was stressful as ever, but that girl was o fucking smart and Jack held her, kissed her, and told her she was doing more than great at the end of every day.
Life had a lot left for Jack and Kim, but no one could, no one would tell them they hadn't found their happy ending together and in each other.
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I'd like to thank everyone that read, reviewed, followed, favorited and all that good stuff! I loved writing this, and thank you all for making this my most popular story yet! Let's try to get the next one to triple digits?
As for my next story, I'm thinking either a Kim whump story or dystopian. Merriam-Webster's definition of Dystopia: "an imaginary place where people lead dehumanized and often fearful lives." If you have a preference, please let me know!