lucetilogs | I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch; Love is Not a Victory March

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What: Seeking Refuge at Cullen House
When: Monday evening, after this.
Where: Cullen House
Summary: 8| and :(
Rating: It's scaling toward a very emo PG at this point.

"Now watch yer step, Bonesy---this path's a bit iced over today." Jack Sparrow picked his way easily across said icy path, completely ignoring the Are We There Yet--

Damn it, why am I calling her that now?!

--because looking at the boat made him think of Jilly, and he did not want to think of her right now. Looking at her also made him think of Buffy, and he did not want to think of her, either. Of course, what one wants and what one actually gets are often two drastically different animals, and Jack was very busy having a lovely garden party in his head with both women in attendance.

It was the sort of garden party where it rains, and everyone's hats get wet, and then horribly misshapen lobster monsters rise up from beneath the crudité and finger-sandwich cart and begin attacking the guests, and the only thing you can do is draw your sword and try to fight them off, and the hats end up getting even wetter because of course it starts to rain HARDER, and that one lummox who always shows up uninvited complains about the state of the brie.

"Bonesy.....where.........where are we goin', again?"

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Oh, bugger. There was nothing Jack wanted less than to talk about what Jilly had revealed to him. The girl had been bewitched into betraying a trust to herself, that much was clear. He was certain she would never tell him any of what she had of her own accord. He swallowed hard and tried to put an innocent smile on his face.

"Hmm? Ah. Just talkin' about love, Bonesy."

He had his suspicions, but decided not to pry and let it drop. McCoy figured that he must have been talking about Jilly and he thought -- with any luck -- Jack would remember how he backed off this subject instead of pursuing it.

Jack needed to change the subject, desperately. He was glad when the doctor seemed to want to let this drop, because honestly he was not sure how much further with it he could go. He knew, too, that thinking about Jilly would probably only cause further pain, and pain is something Jack avoids at all costs. He was, however, curious about Bones's thoughts on another member of their Luceti social circle.

"How do you think Kennedy's been settling in?"

The lad's behavior at the pub the night they'd played dice had been strange, to say the least.

"I think he's... adjusting."

"Adjusting?" Jack snorted. Kennedy might be settling down but there was something going on with the boy, that was for certain. "Do you remember the look he had when we tried to give him his comeuppance?"

"You tried to give him his comeuppance." McCoy corrected him lazily as he lifted the bottle again and savoured the taste of it. His memories of the evening were fuzzy although he did recall having to be carried out by the pirate. Oh, goddamn it. "I didn't have anything to do with it."

"He was terrified, and all I'd done was sit on him."

Jack fell silent. The doctor appeared not interested in discussing this interesting situation with him, and he wasn't keen on pressing the man too hard. McCoy had been through enough this week. They both had.

"You can stay here as long as you like, Bonesy--but eventually you'll have to go back. We both will."

The issues with Archie troubled him. The boy kept pushing and in the end, he had given up on him, only to have these disputes apparently forgotten during the past week. He would have to talk to him eventually.

"Yeah." The doctor sighed, wanting to delude himself this would help him when in actuality, he was running straight into a brick wall. Old habits die hard. "I know." But until then, they could hide out.

Little did Jack know that both men would soon be sent off to battle together. "I'll retire to my room, now; it's that one just there, looking down onto the lake. But if you--"

He almost finished that sentence with "you need me," then thought the better of it.

"You know where I am."

"... Yeah, I do."

Jack grimaced slightly at that response and left the doctor to his loneliness and darker thoughts. The plate of sandwiches he left on the table should McCoy become peckish in the night.

Somehow, the pirate knew, that probably would not be the case. But it was all he could do, now.

I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch; Love is Not a Victory March

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