100-words; J/D drabble that came up and bit me. Oy, oy!
For the Loyal Trio, naturally!
He always felt cold.
He always felt pale, and cold, and not really, truly there, as if he didn't exist -- except maybe as a flickering candle in the dark. A mere ghost, lighting about and never truly landing anywhere, empty and alone, and not wanting anything to do with anyone at all, ever.
But then he met Daniel. And he knew that he could save him. That Daniel didn't have to suffer.
A much abused punching bag swings from its chain, and he sits slumped on the floor.
Daniel gave him a purpose; Jack wants to return the favor.
