Thirty Fourth

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

You've been quiet lately. Everythin' all right, son? Did you get your room switched over too?

[And as John is the sort of father who has to stick his nose in his son's business, John's gone on a hunt for Jack. Unfortunately, Jack's floor no longer exists, so John has to travel through the castle, each tower, each floor, looking for the door with his boy's name on it.

He doesn't find it.

John spends the next hour looking again. Making absolutely certain. He eventually stops on the first floor again, looking horribly lost. This wasn't FAIR, he was finally starting to make things RIGHT. They were having something of a relationship again, no longer him running off to do Dutch's bidding while Jack stayed with his mother, slowly building up a resentment for an absent father]

God DAMN it.

[John realises too late his journal is open. He considers just...closing it and going on his way, but no. People knew him. They needed to know]

For anyone who knew him, Jack Marston has gone home.

[Yeah, that's not a good thing to say. He'll be heading to the stables now]

Comments

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

-- That soon?

[She just got to meet the kid]

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

Seems this damned place was enjoying toyin' with me instead of really givin' him back.

[Yeah, HE MAD]

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, John.

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

So am I. I'm sick of this damned place toyin' with us like we don't matter none.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[... Might be the first time he's heard John angry.]

At least it gave you enough time to catch up. [Not really. Castle is a dick.]

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[It takes a hell of a lot to piss him off. The castle just made it onto his hit list]

Not long enough. I never even found out what happened while he was growin' up.

[But he has a feeling it isn't good. Jack had that...haunted look about him]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

You know he survived it.

[Not the biggest comfort. Spike isn't usually the one to cheer people up, so his words of encouragement are a little unrehearsed.]

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

Oh, no... *Zhè shì bùduì de. You're...you're sure?

*That ain't right.

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

I've looked through the castle twice. His room ain't here any more.

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

But he only just got here...

dictated - so so late orz

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Amelia barely recognizes the voice, but she knows the name and the face, thanks to a chance meeting. More importantly, she knows the pain in those words, which prompts her to say something.]

I'm sorry. He's your...?

no such thing as late!

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[A sigh]

My son. He's my son.

<3 so sweet

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[Amelia hesitates then. She's never had kids (never wants to), so she doesn't know what it's like from a parent's perspective. But from the other side?]

He wouldn't have wanted to leave you either.

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

-- That soon?

[She just got to meet the kid]

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

Seems this damned place was enjoying toyin' with me instead of really givin' him back.

[Yeah, HE MAD]

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, John.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[... Might be the first time he's heard John angry.]

At least it gave you enough time to catch up. [Not really. Castle is a dick.]

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[It takes a hell of a lot to piss him off. The castle just made it onto his hit list]

Not long enough. I never even found out what happened while he was growin' up.

[But he has a feeling it isn't good. Jack had that...haunted look about him]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

You know he survived it.

[Not the biggest comfort. Spike isn't usually the one to cheer people up, so his words of encouragement are a little unrehearsed.]

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

Oh, no... *Zhè shì bùduì de. You're...you're sure?

*That ain't right.

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

I've looked through the castle twice. His room ain't here any more.

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

But he only just got here...

dictated - so so late orz

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Amelia barely recognizes the voice, but she knows the name and the face, thanks to a chance meeting. More importantly, she knows the pain in those words, which prompts her to say something.]

I'm sorry. He's your...?

no such thing as late!

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[A sigh]

My son. He's my son.

<3 so sweet

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[Amelia hesitates then. She's never had kids (never wants to), so she doesn't know what it's like from a parent's perspective. But from the other side?]

He wouldn't have wanted to leave you either.