Post by Seek on Apr 3, 2011 4:02:56 GMT 10
Title: The Real Thing II
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 302
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: The Real Thing II: Jon talks about his children. Kel listens. Or tries to. Set in the Agents universe where Kel and Jon are both FBI agents.
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There were framed photographs, some displayed prominently in the living room. Kel glanced at them. One of them had cracks spiderwebbing through the glass. It looked like it’d been thrown a few times, and then roughly placed back with the other photographs and she picked it up and studied it. A younger Jonathan, sans the beard, grinned happily up at her, out of the photograph, his arm around a beautiful woman with creamy skin, hazel eyes, and a prominent nose. The Peerless, her mentor Raoul had mentioned. That was a nickname people had given Jon’s wife. She was beautiful, and it had been the perfect marriage.
And somewhere, it had gone wrong.
There was a girl and a boy in that picture; serious, with dark hair, and Jon’s blue eyes. “That’s Roald and Kally,” Jon said, without looking up, from his position on the couch, slumped forward. She didn’t ask how he’d figured which photograph it was. “Kally’s ten. Roald’s nine. He’d be about your age now.”
“Would be?”
Jon shrugged casually. “I wouldn’t know,” he said – too easily, “I haven’t spoken to Roald in a while.” The offhanded way he said ‘a while’ only made the understatement stand out more. “Kally’s married. Roald hasn’t quite stopped blaming me.”
You haven’t stopped blaming yourself, Kel thought, glancing at the darkness in Jon’s eyes, the way he slumped on the couch, a few steps away from holding his head in his hands, and the battered wedding ring on his hands. She said none of it. What she wanted to say would have been vaguely unsympathetic, because moping wouldn’t bring Thayet back. But that wasn’t what Jon needed to hear right now.
So she said nothing, just slipped the photograph back onto the shelf, and kept her thoughts to herself. So did Jon.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 302
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: The Real Thing II: Jon talks about his children. Kel listens. Or tries to. Set in the Agents universe where Kel and Jon are both FBI agents.
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There were framed photographs, some displayed prominently in the living room. Kel glanced at them. One of them had cracks spiderwebbing through the glass. It looked like it’d been thrown a few times, and then roughly placed back with the other photographs and she picked it up and studied it. A younger Jonathan, sans the beard, grinned happily up at her, out of the photograph, his arm around a beautiful woman with creamy skin, hazel eyes, and a prominent nose. The Peerless, her mentor Raoul had mentioned. That was a nickname people had given Jon’s wife. She was beautiful, and it had been the perfect marriage.
And somewhere, it had gone wrong.
There was a girl and a boy in that picture; serious, with dark hair, and Jon’s blue eyes. “That’s Roald and Kally,” Jon said, without looking up, from his position on the couch, slumped forward. She didn’t ask how he’d figured which photograph it was. “Kally’s ten. Roald’s nine. He’d be about your age now.”
“Would be?”
Jon shrugged casually. “I wouldn’t know,” he said – too easily, “I haven’t spoken to Roald in a while.” The offhanded way he said ‘a while’ only made the understatement stand out more. “Kally’s married. Roald hasn’t quite stopped blaming me.”
You haven’t stopped blaming yourself, Kel thought, glancing at the darkness in Jon’s eyes, the way he slumped on the couch, a few steps away from holding his head in his hands, and the battered wedding ring on his hands. She said none of it. What she wanted to say would have been vaguely unsympathetic, because moping wouldn’t bring Thayet back. But that wasn’t what Jon needed to hear right now.
So she said nothing, just slipped the photograph back onto the shelf, and kept her thoughts to herself. So did Jon.
QC: by Cassandra