The Two Flames

I don't own anything but my OC's.

Summary: Sometimes, Jack found it odd how much Maxwell resembled Maverick.

Rated: K

Genre: Family

Spoilers for: Cobwebs Tend to Make Friends on Halloween, Cobwebs Tend to Vanish on Halloween and HEAVY SPOILERS for Cobwebs Tend to Want Revenge on Halloween.

Takes place: After Cobwebs Tend to Want Revenge on Halloween.

Resemblance

Jack Skellington was sitting at his desk, doodling on a piece of paper, when he had heard a little voice say: "Hi, Mr. Jack."

Jack looked up, turned and then looked down again. Maxwell was staring up at him, curiosity in those big blue eyes. "Hello, Maxwell."

"What're you doing?"

"Just drawing."

"Can I sit here and watch?"

"You can if you want."

Maxwell smiled widely and climbed up onto the desk, swinging his legs off the side; his wolf tail wagging happily.

Jack stared at the boy thoughtfully as Maxwell shut his eyes and hummed a happy little tune Jack didn't recognize. Jack stared at the boy a little longer.

Honestly, Jack couldn't get over how much he looked like Maverick. The only differences between the two were Maverick was older, a sorcerer, knew more vocabulary and a few other obvious differences. Like the fact that Maxwell never referred to Jack as just Jack. It was always 'Mr. Jack' or 'Mr. Skeleton', as the child couldn't pronounce Skellington properly.

Jack remembered the time where he had walked into the kitchen to get a snack and saw Maxwell sitting on the table; as though he was waiting for him. Jack had thought that Maxwell was Maverick and had asked him how he changed back into a child. Then the real Maverick had walked in and questioned why Jack was referring to his son as him.

The skeleton also remembered all of the times Maxwell had followed him around. The first time, Jack had turned around to find Maxwell standing there, looking up at him expectantly and he reminded the child that he wasn't his grandfather or his uncle; despite the fact he looked almost exactly like Arachnid and Jackson. And the child of Maverick had responded with: "I know."

Jack often questioned what it was like being the son of Maverick, the most powerful sorcerer ever born (or, perhaps that was Montarg. Jack didn't know who was more powerful). He didn't know if Maxwell even understood who and what his father was. All he knew was that Maverick had beat up some 'bad men', Maverick's name for the shape-shifters.

Jack glanced at Maxwell again after finishing his latest little picture and found out that the child was staring back at him.

What did Maxwell find so fascinating? Jack had said next to nothing to the lad ever since he first visited his father, let alone actually gotten to know him. All he knew was that the boy was the son of Maverick and liked to colour in pictures.

Jack felt a cold air on his legs and looked down. Maxwell was sitting on his lap, trying to swat at the end of Jack's bowtie. The child had a deep fascination with it, like a cat trying to swat at a piece of string that their owner was holding up above them. Maxwell frowned, realizing he was too small to reach Jack's bowtie properly. Jack chuckled and reached up, untying his bowtie and held it up for Maxwell to see. Maxwell fixed his eyes on to it. Jack lowered it and Maxwell swatted at it, but missed, as Jack had quickly raised it out of Maxwell's reach. Maxwell frowned. "That wasn't very nice, Mr. Jack."

Jack chuckled. "Sorry, Maxwell." He lowered it again and Maxwell took another swat at it. The child would've successfully hit it, if he weren't a ghost. Maxwell's hand went straight though it. The child pouted.

Jack smiled softly. The Pumpkin King would have to face facts…

Maxwell was as obsessed with Jack as Maverick was with Montarg.

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Author's note:

Admittedly, this one's more about Jack and Maxwell then Javerick. (Yeah, don't have a pairing name for Jack and Maxwell…Let's just say Jaxwell…)

I'd imagine Maxwell would be, like, Jack's little fan or something…

…I have the urge to write a side story about these guys now…

Who thinks Maxwell's cute?

*Slaps forehead* Damn, I had to go back to school today. Yeah, my summer vacation's over…