Disclaimer: Will & Grace is a brilliant show that I do not own, or created.
the characters are not mine, I merely wrote this out of love.
Rating: PG13/R a little later
Warnings: Slash, angst and maybe OOC, dont know thats up to you.
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The Finest
Chapter 2
By Luna Seraph
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That night, I sat on my bed, still thinking about what had happened. It was frightening me. I don't know what had possessed me to do what I did. It was nothing I would ever do. My brothers and I would always get into fights, but I dont really remember being taught to resort to violence during an argument. My father was always collected when engaged in altercations. I am usually calm as well...what had happened?
I was feeling panicked.
I went to the living room and glanced at the clock. It was ten. I don't go to sleep until one. I like to watch a little Conan read some of my novel and then get to bed. Work doesn't start until nine in the morning, so I usually dont go to sleep early. I decided Jack might be awake as well, since his nurse training didn't start until eleven in the morning. Wringing my hands, I walked out of my apartment and towards his.
I could feel the cold feeling creeping into my chest again. And I regretted leaving Jack when I did. I suppose it was fear that urged me to leave. I guess I was doing a whole bunch of impulsive shit that day.
My hand moved foward for the doorknob. I turned it. It was locked. Sighing, I knocked on the door lightly. No answer. I waited. And knocked again. Still nothing. I kept on knocking until I was sitting beside the door, still tapping on my best friend's door. I was too angry and ashamed to give up and leave again. I just kept on knocking, feeling tears forming in my eyes. I wanted to see him. I wanted to say sorry. I wanted to tell him that nobody and nothing is a great as he thinks it is, especially someone like me. I had a key to his apartment, but I wanted HIM to open the door. Pretty soon I became so pissed thinking about what I had done, I was pounding on the door. I stood up, yelling Jack's name into the door over and over, until the building security guard showed up.
The guard asked me what I was doing. So, I told him, calmly, that I wanted to talk to my friend. He told me to keep it down, and recommended that I go to bed. After he walked off, I snorted and stayed in my place. I wouldnt leave for anyone at that point.
"Jack! Open the door!"
I was getting desperate, wondering why I was out there. I finally decided to get the key. I couldn't stand giving up and going to sleep feeling like this. I hastened to my apartment and grabbed the keys from the shelf.
"Jack, Im coming in," I called out, before opening the door.
When I walked in, all I could see was the city through Jack's window. All of the lights were off, and I began to feel nervous. Perhaps he went out, I thought.
"Jack?"
I walked over to the bathroom and turned on the light. He wasn't in there, thank god. I don't know how I would have felt to find him in the same place I left him. I went over to the bed and found it absent as well. I supposed he wasn't at home and was about to leave, when I heard a noise coming from the fire escape. Hurrying back to the window, I glanced out and gently opened it.
Jack was sitting on the fire escape, humming that song again, but it sounded more melancholy than before. I held my breath. If there was anything more beautifully wrong, it was a depressed Jack. I tried to keep myself from breaking down. A sudden feeling of self disgust flooded me at the moment. Because, I somehow found myself more gravitated towards my friend when he was feeling like this. Did I like to make him sad? Did I really like being the only one who handed cold realities to him? I exhaled slowly, still listening to his song.
Gazing out at the buildings, Jack leaned on the bars and stopped humming.
"Jack,"
I guess he hadn't noticed me watching him, because he jumped when I called his name.
"Jack, come on inside."
He didn't look at me. So I moved out of his way, and let him climb back in through the window. Once he had reentered his room, he tried walking back into his bathroom. But I was somehow in the direction of it, so he stayed on the bed and turned back to gaze at the skyline some more.
So many things were going on inside my head. I walked over to turn on the living room light, and he shied away from it, turning his body more towards the window. Why was he turning from me?
He was hiding his face.
"...Jack?" I asked apprehensively, taking his wrist lightly. He pulled away from my touch, edging himself even closer to the wall. "Jack, let me see..."
"...no, no Im okay..." he said softly, pulling away everytime I wanted to hold him. I was getting tired of being gentle. Everytime I wanted to see his face, or hold him he backed away from me.
"..Come on Jack..."
"...no, Im fine, its okay..." His eyes remained downcast, trying to avoid facing me. I was becoming exasperated with his behavior. I took both his wrists, attempting to pull him closer, once again he slipped out of my grasp as if he was fearful of the contact.
He still wasn't looking at me, even as I struggled to touch him. Was he afraid?
I was getting frustrated with this game.
"Jack. Let me see!" I grabbed him by the shoulders and pinned him firmly to the bed, bringing his face into the light. At once, I released my hold on Jack, who was trembling like a leaf. I sat there looking down at him. Once again, he kept his eyes averted, but tears were running down the sides of his face and onto the bed. His lip was swollen, and he somehow seemed ashamed of me seeing him like this. Why was HE ashamed?
His tears kept falling, and I felt him shaking. But he made no sounds. There is no way to describe how I felt at that moment. I wasn't even sure what emotions were there inside me....However, I do know that Jack was more confused than I.
Seeing him like this made me angry. It made me feel like forcing whoever did this to him, to pay. But it was different. It was me who did this. My eyes, they were burning. They were burning and my chest was colder than the wind outside. I took the sides of his face, forcing him to face me.
"I am so sorry." I said shakily and shuddered. I knew I was crying at that instant, and I gathered him in my arms, trying to get him to open his eyes and look at me. But still he wouldn't. So I sat him up and wrapped him in my arms, and then he began to sob.
"Im sorry!" I cried out into the cloth of his shirt. I was sobbing like mad, holding onto him, fearing if I let go, he would vanish. He clutched the bedsheet below him, still trembling.
"...why did you leave?" he whimpered. I tightened my hold on him.
" I dont know." I whispered.
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TsuDzuKu...
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Well. I hoped you liked it. Im trying to get all the chapters done so I can get them all in at once. So..please review. And thanks to those who already have. This will be a lengthy fic, I gotta whole theme Im trying to emphasize and a love story to construct! Love ya muh faithfuls! W+J forever! Ja ne.
Rating: PG13/R a little later
Warnings: Slash, angst and maybe OOC, dont know thats up to you.
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The Finest
Chapter 2
By Luna Seraph
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That night, I sat on my bed, still thinking about what had happened. It was frightening me. I don't know what had possessed me to do what I did. It was nothing I would ever do. My brothers and I would always get into fights, but I dont really remember being taught to resort to violence during an argument. My father was always collected when engaged in altercations. I am usually calm as well...what had happened?
I was feeling panicked.
I went to the living room and glanced at the clock. It was ten. I don't go to sleep until one. I like to watch a little Conan read some of my novel and then get to bed. Work doesn't start until nine in the morning, so I usually dont go to sleep early. I decided Jack might be awake as well, since his nurse training didn't start until eleven in the morning. Wringing my hands, I walked out of my apartment and towards his.
I could feel the cold feeling creeping into my chest again. And I regretted leaving Jack when I did. I suppose it was fear that urged me to leave. I guess I was doing a whole bunch of impulsive shit that day.
My hand moved foward for the doorknob. I turned it. It was locked. Sighing, I knocked on the door lightly. No answer. I waited. And knocked again. Still nothing. I kept on knocking until I was sitting beside the door, still tapping on my best friend's door. I was too angry and ashamed to give up and leave again. I just kept on knocking, feeling tears forming in my eyes. I wanted to see him. I wanted to say sorry. I wanted to tell him that nobody and nothing is a great as he thinks it is, especially someone like me. I had a key to his apartment, but I wanted HIM to open the door. Pretty soon I became so pissed thinking about what I had done, I was pounding on the door. I stood up, yelling Jack's name into the door over and over, until the building security guard showed up.
The guard asked me what I was doing. So, I told him, calmly, that I wanted to talk to my friend. He told me to keep it down, and recommended that I go to bed. After he walked off, I snorted and stayed in my place. I wouldnt leave for anyone at that point.
"Jack! Open the door!"
I was getting desperate, wondering why I was out there. I finally decided to get the key. I couldn't stand giving up and going to sleep feeling like this. I hastened to my apartment and grabbed the keys from the shelf.
"Jack, Im coming in," I called out, before opening the door.
When I walked in, all I could see was the city through Jack's window. All of the lights were off, and I began to feel nervous. Perhaps he went out, I thought.
"Jack?"
I walked over to the bathroom and turned on the light. He wasn't in there, thank god. I don't know how I would have felt to find him in the same place I left him. I went over to the bed and found it absent as well. I supposed he wasn't at home and was about to leave, when I heard a noise coming from the fire escape. Hurrying back to the window, I glanced out and gently opened it.
Jack was sitting on the fire escape, humming that song again, but it sounded more melancholy than before. I held my breath. If there was anything more beautifully wrong, it was a depressed Jack. I tried to keep myself from breaking down. A sudden feeling of self disgust flooded me at the moment. Because, I somehow found myself more gravitated towards my friend when he was feeling like this. Did I like to make him sad? Did I really like being the only one who handed cold realities to him? I exhaled slowly, still listening to his song.
Gazing out at the buildings, Jack leaned on the bars and stopped humming.
"Jack,"
I guess he hadn't noticed me watching him, because he jumped when I called his name.
"Jack, come on inside."
He didn't look at me. So I moved out of his way, and let him climb back in through the window. Once he had reentered his room, he tried walking back into his bathroom. But I was somehow in the direction of it, so he stayed on the bed and turned back to gaze at the skyline some more.
So many things were going on inside my head. I walked over to turn on the living room light, and he shied away from it, turning his body more towards the window. Why was he turning from me?
He was hiding his face.
"...Jack?" I asked apprehensively, taking his wrist lightly. He pulled away from my touch, edging himself even closer to the wall. "Jack, let me see..."
"...no, no Im okay..." he said softly, pulling away everytime I wanted to hold him. I was getting tired of being gentle. Everytime I wanted to see his face, or hold him he backed away from me.
"..Come on Jack..."
"...no, Im fine, its okay..." His eyes remained downcast, trying to avoid facing me. I was becoming exasperated with his behavior. I took both his wrists, attempting to pull him closer, once again he slipped out of my grasp as if he was fearful of the contact.
He still wasn't looking at me, even as I struggled to touch him. Was he afraid?
I was getting frustrated with this game.
"Jack. Let me see!" I grabbed him by the shoulders and pinned him firmly to the bed, bringing his face into the light. At once, I released my hold on Jack, who was trembling like a leaf. I sat there looking down at him. Once again, he kept his eyes averted, but tears were running down the sides of his face and onto the bed. His lip was swollen, and he somehow seemed ashamed of me seeing him like this. Why was HE ashamed?
His tears kept falling, and I felt him shaking. But he made no sounds. There is no way to describe how I felt at that moment. I wasn't even sure what emotions were there inside me....However, I do know that Jack was more confused than I.
Seeing him like this made me angry. It made me feel like forcing whoever did this to him, to pay. But it was different. It was me who did this. My eyes, they were burning. They were burning and my chest was colder than the wind outside. I took the sides of his face, forcing him to face me.
"I am so sorry." I said shakily and shuddered. I knew I was crying at that instant, and I gathered him in my arms, trying to get him to open his eyes and look at me. But still he wouldn't. So I sat him up and wrapped him in my arms, and then he began to sob.
"Im sorry!" I cried out into the cloth of his shirt. I was sobbing like mad, holding onto him, fearing if I let go, he would vanish. He clutched the bedsheet below him, still trembling.
"...why did you leave?" he whimpered. I tightened my hold on him.
" I dont know." I whispered.
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TsuDzuKu...
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Well. I hoped you liked it. Im trying to get all the chapters done so I can get them all in at once. So..please review. And thanks to those who already have. This will be a lengthy fic, I gotta whole theme Im trying to emphasize and a love story to construct! Love ya muh faithfuls! W+J forever! Ja ne.