Thanks to The-Wonka-Empire for being my beta and helping me when my brain died.
"You're sure Jack asked to meet us here?" Cutler asked Bill. The two of them were waiting in the same clearing that Jack had set up fireworks for his birthday almost two weeks earlier.
"Yeah, he said to meet at the place where we set off th' fireworks…or maybe he was talkin' about where he made them?" Bill thought.
Cutler groaned and smacked his forehead, "You didn't think to ask?"
"…obviously not."
"Are th' two of you fightin' again? You act like you're married!" Jack said as he walked up to them.
"That idea in itself does not sound right," Cutler groused, "Why did you want us to meet here?"
"A friendly lil game of football, I already got th' ball," Jack said, holding up a shrunken head.
"Where in the blazin' hell did ya get that?!" Bill yelled, taking several steps backwards.
"My mum," Jack simply answered as if suggesting playing a game with a shrunken head was something he did everyday.
Cutler looked at Jack as if he had grown another head himself and sneered in disgust at the thing in his hand, "You sir, are vile, complete and utter vile, foul even!" He was using words that Bill didn't understand so he sighed before translating, "To put it simply, you are absolutely insane if you think we are going to play with a head of a punished man!"
Jack peered down at the head which he held in his hands before holding it out in front of him, saying proudly, "You said vile twice ya know…and this 'ere, is my great, great, great, great, great several times over granddad, from my mum side of course…I don't know what he did actually to end up like this, but all I know is he's a relation of mine. I've tested 'im out and he goes pretty far when I kicked, now let's play!"
The others blinked in surprise before Bill asked, "Yer mum is really okay with tha'?"
Jack shrugged, "Not sure, all I tol' her was I just needed him for a school thin' and she handed it to me without any fuss."
Cutler frowned and looked at the thing, unconvinced, "What are the real intentions to this 'game' Jack?"
"Nothin' it's just a game, we just play!" Jack said, as if Cutler was stupid.
"…so, how exactly are we gonna play?" Bill asked.
"You against me against Beck," Jack answered as he dropped the head on the ground, "Take a few minutes to figure out where ya want your goal to be."
Jack laughed as he kicked the head into Bill's goal, "What's the score now"
"You're winning with four goals, I have two…Bill has zero," Cutler informed as he took possession of the head.
"You're horrible at this, Bill!" Jack teased before stealing the head away from Cutler. Bill frowned a moment before a mischievous smile crossed his face. He quickly bent down, grabbed some dirt, and flung it in Jack's face, "Oy! That's cheating!"
"I call it 'evening the odds'!" Bill said as he stole the head from Jack and kicked it into his goal.
"It's still cheating!" Jack said, clearing his eyes.
"I 'pected you to cheat first, Jackie," a voice said, causing Jack to freeze.
Jack finally wiped all the dirt away and saw Teague standing at the edge of the clearing, he immediately felt his anger rise, "Why don't you get it in your thick head, I don't want you near me!"
"Jack, am I correct in assuming this man is your father?" Cutler asked, eyeing Teague warily.
"Unfortunately, you're right Beck," Jack replied.
"I thought I was right…and don't call me Beck!"
"Childish fightin', cute," Teague laughed. Jack frowned before carefully signaling for Bill to pass him the head. He smirked as he kicked the head towards Teague, catching him partially off guard. Teague caught the head after it smacked him in the face and instantly dropped it when he saw what it was, "Where the bloody 'ell you git that thin'?!"
"His mum," Bill answered before Teague ran off into the woods, "Who've thunk tha' a grown man would be scared of a head?"
Cutler smirked, "I can see why you dislike him, Jack."
"Sayin' 'I dislike him' is puttin' it very, very mildly, Beck," Jack sighed.
"STOP CALLING ME BECK!"