2) Someone gives Jack a clue. Or, rather, Jack gets captured by Sark, who gives him a clue, a stick and a beating. Irina features (in a bad way or good way, who cares). Sloane to the rescue! (Well, sort of.) Jack, previously denying the ridiculousness of what he's started calling "Sloane's School-boy Crush" (because, hey, petty), suddenly Gets It. And fails to freak out. Because he's just that unflappable. He asks Sloane about it.
Who, it turns out, isn't as unflappable as Jack (Sloane traded everything for Rambaldi including, it turns out, his Clue). So, newly rescued, Jack leans in and kisses him, and it's a mark of how confused and off-balance Sloane is that he has Jack in a death-grip before he's had a chance to think. He lets go immediately, of course, but not quickly enough, because Jack is also combat-trained, and his reflexes kick in. And they're tussling a little - not really fighting, not really not - just to have something to do with themselves other than OMGthinkNONO, and Sloane is laughing a little at how stupid this all is, and jack is too - maybe it's the oxygen deprivation, or the beating, or the drugs, but Sloane had always been able to get under his skin. It's just been a while since he used his knowledge to make Jack laugh, is all, and then Jack leans in and kisses him again. And this time Sloane lets him.
And it's just... it's odd. Because, because, they know each other. Jack was the one that pulled Sloane out of that body-bag and manipulated his shaking limbs through underwear and clothing, rubbing life into his cold flesh. And Sloane is a little awed at how incongruous that knowledge must be, now, because he knows Jack too - pulling him through barbed wire and binding him up and then there was the time with the electric shock where Jack's body just gave out and Sloane really doesn't want to be thinking about the smell of burned flesh when Jack's tongue is in his mouth and it should all be familiar but not, somehow,
And that's when irina walks in. Because she has perfect timing, and because she defends the things that belong to her and, damnit, this is one thing that Sloane will not have. (Thought she knows that Katya has had Jack already, and that is already a bone of contention between them.) And maybe she'll participate or maybe watch, but either way, this isn't going to be one of those things that just 'happens' and then they'll have something to smile over (because she knows that they'll smile over it. If Irina had her way, this would be the perfect wedge to drive between them, but it doesn't quite work that way, does it? And hystrionics was never her thing, nor Jack's. Nor even Sloane's).
She hates Sloane then, just a little. Not the casual dislike and slow malice that she had previously felt, but sharp, pointed hate - only a little, she reminds herself, and it is over hurt pride rather than jealousy - and thinks, well, aren't you stupid.
For all his lack of social graces, Jack Bristow has managed to surround himself with people who love him. It is not a simple feeling, nor is it pure, but it is there nonetheless, and that is why she doesn't simply shoot them both and be done with it.
3) and then there was that thing that time -
*cough*
Sorry. You probably wanted to write this yourself, yeah? *embarrassed* A wee bit carried away... *shuffles feet*
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Date: 2005-06-15 10:09 pm (UTC)Who, it turns out, isn't as unflappable as Jack (Sloane traded everything for Rambaldi including, it turns out, his Clue). So, newly rescued, Jack leans in and kisses him, and it's a mark of how confused and off-balance Sloane is that he has Jack in a death-grip before he's had a chance to think. He lets go immediately, of course, but not quickly enough, because Jack is also combat-trained, and his reflexes kick in. And they're tussling a little - not really fighting, not really not - just to have something to do with themselves other than OMGthinkNONO, and Sloane is laughing a little at how stupid this all is, and jack is too - maybe it's the oxygen deprivation, or the beating, or the drugs, but Sloane had always been able to get under his skin. It's just been a while since he used his knowledge to make Jack laugh, is all, and then Jack leans in and kisses him again. And this time Sloane lets him.
And it's just... it's odd. Because, because, they know each other. Jack was the one that pulled Sloane out of that body-bag and manipulated his shaking limbs through underwear and clothing, rubbing life into his cold flesh. And Sloane is a little awed at how incongruous that knowledge must be, now, because he knows Jack too - pulling him through barbed wire and binding him up and then there was the time with the electric shock where Jack's body just gave out and Sloane really doesn't want to be thinking about the smell of burned flesh when Jack's tongue is in his mouth and it should all be familiar but not, somehow,
And that's when irina walks in. Because she has perfect timing, and because she defends the things that belong to her and, damnit, this is one thing that Sloane will not have. (Thought she knows that Katya has had Jack already, and that is already a bone of contention between them.) And maybe she'll participate or maybe watch, but either way, this isn't going to be one of those things that just 'happens' and then they'll have something to smile over (because she knows that they'll smile over it. If Irina had her way, this would be the perfect wedge to drive between them, but it doesn't quite work that way, does it? And hystrionics was never her thing, nor Jack's. Nor even Sloane's).
She hates Sloane then, just a little. Not the casual dislike and slow malice that she had previously felt, but sharp, pointed hate - only a little, she reminds herself, and it is over hurt pride rather than jealousy - and thinks, well, aren't you stupid.
For all his lack of social graces, Jack Bristow has managed to surround himself with people who love him. It is not a simple feeling, nor is it pure, but it is there nonetheless, and that is why she doesn't simply shoot them both and be done with it.
3) and then there was that thing that time -
*cough*
Sorry. You probably wanted to write this yourself, yeah? *embarrassed* A wee bit carried away... *shuffles feet*
Anyway. Where's my fic??