Kind of a filler. Enjoy. :)

Jack laid flat on his bed, cooling himself down from what had just happened. What had just happened? Well, he'd given Paul just an idea of what he's got coming to him, but why did he do it? Jack didn't do emotions. Jack didn't have emotions. Sure, he'd felt sexual urges, but not emotions. Wanting someone physically Jack understood. It was just chemicals. It was just science. It was just want. So why did he want (need) to stop what Paul was doing to Sophie? It didn't feel right, that's why.

Yes, that was it.

Sophie didn't want him doing what he had to her.

Jack was just doing her a favour.

That was all.

He just didn't want someone to touch Sophie like that. He didn't want anyone to touch Sophie like that. Why? Because Sophie was his, and Jack didn't like to share what belonged to him.

Jack rose from his bed and realized he'd clenched his fists so hard that blood was drawn. Lazily, he made his way towards his en suite and watched the crimson substance wash down the drain of his sink. A bruise was forming on his left knuckle where he'd punched Paul. Good. That means Paul will be bruising too. He will have a reminder never to touch what was his. What belonged to Jack. The blood was finally clear and Jack watched the last drops of it wash down the marble sink, before leaning forward and eyeing his reflection.

Jack didn't look any different.

He still looked as handsome as he always did.

He still looked as psychopathic as he always did.

But he didn't feel the way as always did.

Because Jack didn't feel anything. So why was he feeling now? What was he feeling? Rage? Definitely. Possessiveness? That was there too. Jealousy? Jack Moriarty didn't get jealous. Because he had everything. He had everything, and he had the best of everything. But he was feeling it now.

And then it struck Jack.

Jack didn't have Sophie.

Sophie had Jack.

Sophie finally made her way up to her bedroom with her brow knotted and the blanket still draped round her. The stale taste of alcohol and cigarettes still lingered in Sophie's mouth from that creep. But that wasn't what was lingering in her mind. Jack was. She was thankful for what he'd done. If it had been anyone else coming onto her, Sophie could've taken them on by herself, but the guy was huge. At least 6"1. But Jack had done it for her.

Why?

Sophie's thoughts were cut short when her mobile rang.

It was Jim Moriarty. There were only a few rules of living here.

No.1: Never interrupt Jim or Seb when they're doing business.

No.2: Try to only shoot inanimate objects.

No.3: Don't enter Jim's bedroom. Very rare exceptions to this rule.

No.4: Always answer Jim's calls.

"Hi Jim, is everything OK?" Sophie was surprised, she didn't even know where him and Sebastian were, but she guessed the time zone would probably pretty different.

"Hello Sophie dear, there's been a little mishap in this business me and Seb are attending to. We're going to be here a little while longer than we originally thought. I'm sending the private jet to pick you and Jack up in the morning." Jim sounded exasperated, but Sophie could hear the smile in his voice.

"Jet? Ah, alright. I-I suppose I'll go tell Jack, then... Um, where are we going, Jim?" Sophie's heart was racing. She was excited.

"Venice, daaaaaaaarling! Do have fun breaking this news to brother dearest, he does hate travelling. I've got to get back to business now, love. Goodbye, dear." At that, Jim hung up the phone leaving Sophie stood in bewilderment. Italy. She was going to Italy. On a private jet. With Jack.

Rooted to the spot, Sophie stood with a grin and dropped the blanket onto her bed, realizing she was going to have to tell Jack this turn of events. He was so angry earlier, maybe this would be a good pick-me-up? Biting her bottom lip, Sophie got into a pair of pyjama bottoms and a tank top and decided now was as good a time as ever to tell him.

Walking across the landing, she realized she didn't actually know which room was Jacks. That was until she saw the door with knifes sticking through it. Stifling a laugh, Sophie decided if she didn't want to risk her neck it would be best to knock before entering.

"Jack? It's Sophie. Open up." Knocking, Sophie decided she'd wait. After no reply, Sophie sighed and maneuvered her hand around a knife to open the door.

In a second Sophie's heart palpitated at the sight of Jack with a gun rested against his temple and his earphones in, nonchalantly chewing on his gum. Instinct overcame Sophie as she lunged forward onto Jack, disarming the gun from him and ripping his earphones out in the space of 4 seconds.

"What are you doing? You idiot, you were playing Russian roulette weren't you?" She didn't even realize her voice was a shout as she straddled Jack's middle, holding the gun away at arm's length. "You could've died you idiot! Don't scare me like that again, OK?"

Jack grinned as Sophie impressively pinned him down, disarming the gun and straddling him. His thoughts were brought back to Earth as Sophie shouted at him, holding the gun at a length from him.

"Sophie, as much as I appreciate your concern, I wouldn't have died." Taking advantage of her positioning, Jack sat up, making Sophie's position drop from his middle to his legs.

"Jack, I know what Russian roulette is!" Sophie growled and unloaded the gun with a scowl.

"Darling," With a smile Jack edged closer to Sophie, enjoying her emotions playing up so much. He was glad that she cared so badly. "I am a man of physics, and I know exactly what I'm doing. Assuming you're not here for what I'm hoping for…" With a sly smirk, Jack pushed closer so their faces were just centimetres apart. "… What's the issue?"

Realizing what was happening, Sophie jumped and un-straddled herself from Jack, tumbling off the bed in the process. An eruption of laughter, real laughter left Jack's mouth, something that rarely happened. Jack did laugh, but it was usually manic, psychotic laughter.

Sophie grabbed the bed and hauled herself to stand, scowling and hitting Jack's knee in the process. "Stop it! And since you're asking, we're going to Venice. Just to let you know."

"Brilliant. Just what I hoped for, another impromptu trip around the globe. Jim sending plane? When?" Sophie was genuinely shocked at his response.

"Oh, tomorrow. Be up early, he said morning. Goodnight." Sophie sheepishly turned on her heel and impassively made her way to the door, feeling Jack's gaze watching her. Just before she closed the door to leave, Sophie looked up to Jack, meeting his gaze. "… Thank you. For earlier." She closed the door, and didn't wait for a reply. She just needed to sleep.

A bit drab, but yeah. We're going to see a pretty badass Sophie soon, SPOILERS. ;)