Pirates of the Caribbean 3 'fix it' scene
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dimity_blueIf you haven't seen PotC3, don't know what happened in the film and don't want to read any spoilers, don't click on the link.
Also don't click if PotC AU bonding fic isn't your thing. Flames will be used to roast the hearts of my enemies and to entertain Jack with a nice bonfire.
Fandom: POTC
Genre: Gen/AU
Rating: G
Obviously this isn't what happened in the film, as James got killed by Will's father. They killed off James, Governor Swann and then Will (sorta). I was practically in shock by the end of the film - it's not what I expect from Disney!
Anyway...the fic.
James' Escape
by Arnie
"I'll be right behind you, I promise!" As he said the words, James Norrington hoped he could keep that promise at least.
At Elizabeth's scream of warning, he swung around, and just managed to avoid the knife that would have plunged into his back. He struggled with the starfish-faced man, and managed to thrust him away, then leapt for the rope. Even a ship run by pirates would be safer than Davy Jones' ship.
Elizabeth was ahead of him, and she scrambled aboard, then turned, holding out her arm to give him a hand. He allowed her to help him aboard, then gently put her to one side as Gibbs slashed the rope and shouted to make sail. Looking around the ship full of pirates facing him, James realised it was more likely that his death had merely been delayed.
"No!" Elizabeth stepped between him and the advancing pirates. "He saved my life."
"'E's one o' them!" a pirate shouted out.
"Not any more," James replied. Whether the pirates killed him or not, he was no longer an officer in the King's navy. Twice now, he'd had everything his ambition desired, and twice now, he'd lost it. Maybe death would have been preferable.
"Well, well, Commodore Norrington as I live an' breathe."
James turned, recognising the voice and the mocking tone that was in it. "Sparrow."
"Captain Sparrow," the pirate corrected, his smile glinting with gold in the moonlight. "But you can call me Jack - or Sentinel."
James backed off slightly, preferring to keep his back to the pirates he'd betrayed than to the Sentinel who had warned him the time would come that they'd be bonded.
"Ease off, lads. 'E's mine."
Risking a glance over his shoulder, James realised the others had stepped back. Turning his gaze back to the advancing Sentinel, James retorted, "Not in this lifetime," then drew his sword.
There was a scattering of feet as the pirates gave them more room to manoeuvre, then the gold on Sparrow's teeth glinted in another smile.
"Still the same, Jamie. Just as defiant as ever." Sparrow drew his sword, then polished the blade with a cloth. "I've always liked that about you."
"My name is Norrington." James couldn't insist on being called Admiral or Commodore now, but he was damned if he was going to let Sparrow call him 'Jamie'.
"You'll always be Jamie to me. Jamie." The smile widened as Sparrow tucked the cloth away and made a brief salute with his sword. "That's when I'm not callin' you 'Guide' that is."
James ignored the teasing look he was being given, and lunged forward with his sword arm. Naturally, Sparrow parried the attempted blow, but at least it shut him up.
He retaliated with a thrust of his own, which James easily - too easily - turned aside. The gleam in the dark eyes deepened, and James could tell Sparrow was up to something. Suspicious now, he stepped back out of range, and looked around.
Sparrow smirked at him, pulled the cloth from his belt and polished his blade some more.
"If you've hoping to dazzle me with how bright your blade is, it's dark," James pointed out, unable to keep the sarcastic tone from his voice.
"There's always the moonlight, mate," Sparrow replied, then his sword flashed out, almost catching Jamie in the arm.
James leapt back, his sword raised in readiness. It seemed that Sparrow had given up on playing with him and was determined to fight him to a standstill. As the fight moved around the deck, pirates scattered left and right, ducking behind the rigging to avoid the slashing blades.
Every brief pause in their fighting though, it seemed to James that Sparrow was taking the opportunity to polish his sword.
"I told you it's too dark to dazzle me with that thing," James said, his voice less sarcastic and more breathless.
"Don't need to dazzle you, Jamie." The blade lunged forward, was parried and turned aside. The scrape of the blades sounded loudly in James' ears, then Sparrow pulled back slightly, and the tip of his blade jabbed James in the hand.
He felt it break through the skin, and jerked away automatically. Sparrow had stopped now, seemingly content to wipe off his sword and sheath it.
"First blood?" James asked, shaking his arm to clear it of the odd feeling that was creeping up from his hand.
Sparrow shook his head. "That was all I needed." His face looked serious, the dark gaze holding James' own.
James shrugged his shoulder uncomfortably, the goose bumps from his arm spreading to the side of his neck. "What have you done?"
Sparrow stepped forward, and James stepped back, tripping over the rigging as he went. Arms caught him before he fell, and steadied him as Sparrow continued his approach.
"What have...what...." James could hear his words slurring, but Sparrow seemed to understand. Or perhaps he was answering James' earlier question.
"Just somethin' to put you under, Jamie. Nothin' to worry about."
As his vision darkened, James felt Sparrow touch his face gently.
"It's all right, Jamie. You're safe."
~'~
As his Guide collapsed, Jack moved in, slipping his shoulder into Jamie's waist and easing the unconscious man over his shoulder. Straightening, he flashed a grin at Gibbs, then turned. "An' what are you lot lookin' at?" The pirates moved off, their hurried return to work aided by Gibbs' bellowed commands, and Jack smiled. It was time to claim his Guide.
He made his way towards his cabin, but was forestalled by Elizabeth.
"Jack."
Jack turned and smiled again. Maybe he could distract her by telling her where Gibbs kept his own stash of rum?
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
He let his smile widen into a grin. "Look at it this way, darlin': Jamie will be safe."
"It's just..." She sidestepped, apparently trying to get to see more of Jamie. Jack sidestepped with her; she didn't need to see more of Jamie. "He's... He's lost so much."
"'E's not goin' to lose anythin' else. I'll make sure of it."
"Leave 'em be."
Jack looked up at Tia Dalma as she leaned over the side of the poop deck, and tightened his grip on his Guide. She wasn't taking Jamie from him neither.
"Is fate. Leave 'em be, girl. Not your concern."
"But he's...." Elizabeth's voice trailed off.
Jack smiled widely. He'd always liked Tia Dalma; sensible, that's what she was.
"Go claim your Guide, Jack," Tia Dalma continued, "and treat him well."
"Right on it." He winked at Elizabeth, and headed off to his cabin.
Once there, he laid Jamie down on the bed and fetched the items he had ready to clean the cut on Jamie's hand. Jack had known that sooner or later he'd get Jamie back. To that end, he'd persuaded Tia Dalma to give him something potent to knock his Guide out with. She'd sworn that one scratch was all it would take - and she'd been right.
The cut was clean, and Jack laid the hand back on Jamie's chest. "All done," he told the unconscious figure. "Can't have you losin' your 'and to gangrene, can we? Wouldn't be right. What would the other Guides say?" He put on a posh voice. "That Jack - no good as a Sentinel. Look at 'is Guide. 'E was fine until Jack got a 'old of 'im. Now look - one 'anded Jamie." He leaned over his Guide, gloating in having him here, safe. "No, mate, can't have that. I'm gonna look after you." Jack sighed. "I wanted to let yer know before - let yer know I hadn't given up on yer. The Navy might not 'ave wanted yer, but yer were still the Guide for me. I couldn't though." At least the Kraken was dead; there was no more danger to Jack's Guide from that creature. Now, though they still had Davy Jones to face, Jack wasn't prepared to live or die without his Guide by his side. Being sent to Davy Jones' Locker had taught Jack to grab what he wanted and not let go. Though, really, that had been a lesson he learned early in life - his time in the Locker had merely reinforced it. And now, the Sentinel was going to claim his Guide. "Well, once yer wake up. Don't want yer missin' the main event."
Smiling again, Jack stripped Jamie of his gold-laced coat, waistcoat, cravat and boots, then settled down next to him and threw an arm across his Guide. Jamie was going to be pissed enough at being claimed as it was.
~'~
James sighed. It must still be early. The crew of the Interceptor was undoubtedly hard at work, but its commodore had no need to be on deck at the crack of dawn.
Admiral.
He was an admiral, not a commodore.
As reality filtered back into his mind, James' eyes opened. No rank, no Interceptor. Instead, there was a Sentinel pirate grinning down at him.
"'Ello, Jamie."
James threw himself to one side, but that damned Sentinel was ready and used the advantage of his position to add his weight to his strength to prevent the Guide from escaping. James threw a punch at him with his free arm, but Sparrow caught his wrist and forced it up beside his head, and held it in place on the pillow.
"That wasn't very friendly, Jamie," Sparrow chided him.
James glared, uncomfortably aware of his bare neck. "Go to Hell."
"I've only just come back from there, mate. Gives you a new perspective, spendin' time in 'Ell. And you know one of the things I most regretted?"
"Not having any rum with you?" James enquired.
"Well, apart from that." Jack grinned, then his face turned serious. "Wastin' time not claimin' my Guide."
"I'm not your Guide," James retorted, struggling to wrench his wrists free.
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Every Guide I've known 'as said that."
James felt a weird pang of jealousy. "How many Guides have you known?!"
"There are a lot o' Sentinel pirates out there, Jamie. And most of 'em are bonded. Not that you'll be meetin' any unbonded Sentinel pirates. Don't want them gettin' any funny ideas about my Guide."
"So how come you got to meet all their Guides?"
Jack grinned, and James' unease heightened. "Because they knew I know who my Guide is. I'm not interested in their Guides. I was just bidin' me time, waitin' for the right moment." His tone turned forceful, "I learned there is no right moment, Jamie. There's never gonna be a time when it's safe to claim yer. So I'm doin' it now."
James twisted to one side, trying to shield his neck. "I could get killed by Jones! If Beckett gets hold of me, he'll hang me as a traitor. Then you'll die."
"I won't let Beckett get a 'old of yer, Jamie. You're mine. Mine to protect. An' if yer get killed by Jones, it'll be after I've been killed protectin' yer."
Turning his head back, James looked at the Sentinel.
"Let me protect yer, Jamie. I know I'm a pirate, but I'm your Sentinel. You'll always have a place to belong - at my side."
For once there was no mocking gleam in the dark eyes, and James could feel the sincerity. To have a place to belong again, to be needed, wanted, cherished. "Jack...."
"Till death and beyond, mate."
As the Sentinel lowered his head, the Guide gave in, turning his head to give better access to his Sentinel. Sharp teeth bite down hard, making no mistake in the claim, and James gasped, twisting in the iron grip as overwhelming heat rushed through his empathic pathways and exploded through his mind.
Like a flood, his Sentinel's mind poured in, drowning out doubt, cooling the fever the Sentinel had caused, blending and merging until James couldn't tell which thoughts were his and which were his Sentinel's.
Oh, wait. The rum. Definitely Jack's.
There was a huff of laughter against his neck. "Go to sleep, Jamie. Tomorrow, we'll deal with Jones and Beckett, and reclaim the seas."
James managed to twitch an eyebrow to show how doubtful it was it would be that easy, but the tiredness was dragging him down Sighing a little, he buried his face in his Sentinel's shoulder and let the world slip away. Tomorrow would come soon enough.
The End
Also don't click if PotC AU bonding fic isn't your thing. Flames will be used to roast the hearts of my enemies and to entertain Jack with a nice bonfire.
Fandom: POTC
Genre: Gen/AU
Rating: G
Obviously this isn't what happened in the film, as James got killed by Will's father. They killed off James, Governor Swann and then Will (sorta). I was practically in shock by the end of the film - it's not what I expect from Disney!
Anyway...the fic.
James' Escape
by Arnie
"I'll be right behind you, I promise!" As he said the words, James Norrington hoped he could keep that promise at least.
At Elizabeth's scream of warning, he swung around, and just managed to avoid the knife that would have plunged into his back. He struggled with the starfish-faced man, and managed to thrust him away, then leapt for the rope. Even a ship run by pirates would be safer than Davy Jones' ship.
Elizabeth was ahead of him, and she scrambled aboard, then turned, holding out her arm to give him a hand. He allowed her to help him aboard, then gently put her to one side as Gibbs slashed the rope and shouted to make sail. Looking around the ship full of pirates facing him, James realised it was more likely that his death had merely been delayed.
"No!" Elizabeth stepped between him and the advancing pirates. "He saved my life."
"'E's one o' them!" a pirate shouted out.
"Not any more," James replied. Whether the pirates killed him or not, he was no longer an officer in the King's navy. Twice now, he'd had everything his ambition desired, and twice now, he'd lost it. Maybe death would have been preferable.
"Well, well, Commodore Norrington as I live an' breathe."
James turned, recognising the voice and the mocking tone that was in it. "Sparrow."
"Captain Sparrow," the pirate corrected, his smile glinting with gold in the moonlight. "But you can call me Jack - or Sentinel."
James backed off slightly, preferring to keep his back to the pirates he'd betrayed than to the Sentinel who had warned him the time would come that they'd be bonded.
"Ease off, lads. 'E's mine."
Risking a glance over his shoulder, James realised the others had stepped back. Turning his gaze back to the advancing Sentinel, James retorted, "Not in this lifetime," then drew his sword.
There was a scattering of feet as the pirates gave them more room to manoeuvre, then the gold on Sparrow's teeth glinted in another smile.
"Still the same, Jamie. Just as defiant as ever." Sparrow drew his sword, then polished the blade with a cloth. "I've always liked that about you."
"My name is Norrington." James couldn't insist on being called Admiral or Commodore now, but he was damned if he was going to let Sparrow call him 'Jamie'.
"You'll always be Jamie to me. Jamie." The smile widened as Sparrow tucked the cloth away and made a brief salute with his sword. "That's when I'm not callin' you 'Guide' that is."
James ignored the teasing look he was being given, and lunged forward with his sword arm. Naturally, Sparrow parried the attempted blow, but at least it shut him up.
He retaliated with a thrust of his own, which James easily - too easily - turned aside. The gleam in the dark eyes deepened, and James could tell Sparrow was up to something. Suspicious now, he stepped back out of range, and looked around.
Sparrow smirked at him, pulled the cloth from his belt and polished his blade some more.
"If you've hoping to dazzle me with how bright your blade is, it's dark," James pointed out, unable to keep the sarcastic tone from his voice.
"There's always the moonlight, mate," Sparrow replied, then his sword flashed out, almost catching Jamie in the arm.
James leapt back, his sword raised in readiness. It seemed that Sparrow had given up on playing with him and was determined to fight him to a standstill. As the fight moved around the deck, pirates scattered left and right, ducking behind the rigging to avoid the slashing blades.
Every brief pause in their fighting though, it seemed to James that Sparrow was taking the opportunity to polish his sword.
"I told you it's too dark to dazzle me with that thing," James said, his voice less sarcastic and more breathless.
"Don't need to dazzle you, Jamie." The blade lunged forward, was parried and turned aside. The scrape of the blades sounded loudly in James' ears, then Sparrow pulled back slightly, and the tip of his blade jabbed James in the hand.
He felt it break through the skin, and jerked away automatically. Sparrow had stopped now, seemingly content to wipe off his sword and sheath it.
"First blood?" James asked, shaking his arm to clear it of the odd feeling that was creeping up from his hand.
Sparrow shook his head. "That was all I needed." His face looked serious, the dark gaze holding James' own.
James shrugged his shoulder uncomfortably, the goose bumps from his arm spreading to the side of his neck. "What have you done?"
Sparrow stepped forward, and James stepped back, tripping over the rigging as he went. Arms caught him before he fell, and steadied him as Sparrow continued his approach.
"What have...what...." James could hear his words slurring, but Sparrow seemed to understand. Or perhaps he was answering James' earlier question.
"Just somethin' to put you under, Jamie. Nothin' to worry about."
As his vision darkened, James felt Sparrow touch his face gently.
"It's all right, Jamie. You're safe."
~'~
As his Guide collapsed, Jack moved in, slipping his shoulder into Jamie's waist and easing the unconscious man over his shoulder. Straightening, he flashed a grin at Gibbs, then turned. "An' what are you lot lookin' at?" The pirates moved off, their hurried return to work aided by Gibbs' bellowed commands, and Jack smiled. It was time to claim his Guide.
He made his way towards his cabin, but was forestalled by Elizabeth.
"Jack."
Jack turned and smiled again. Maybe he could distract her by telling her where Gibbs kept his own stash of rum?
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
He let his smile widen into a grin. "Look at it this way, darlin': Jamie will be safe."
"It's just..." She sidestepped, apparently trying to get to see more of Jamie. Jack sidestepped with her; she didn't need to see more of Jamie. "He's... He's lost so much."
"'E's not goin' to lose anythin' else. I'll make sure of it."
"Leave 'em be."
Jack looked up at Tia Dalma as she leaned over the side of the poop deck, and tightened his grip on his Guide. She wasn't taking Jamie from him neither.
"Is fate. Leave 'em be, girl. Not your concern."
"But he's...." Elizabeth's voice trailed off.
Jack smiled widely. He'd always liked Tia Dalma; sensible, that's what she was.
"Go claim your Guide, Jack," Tia Dalma continued, "and treat him well."
"Right on it." He winked at Elizabeth, and headed off to his cabin.
Once there, he laid Jamie down on the bed and fetched the items he had ready to clean the cut on Jamie's hand. Jack had known that sooner or later he'd get Jamie back. To that end, he'd persuaded Tia Dalma to give him something potent to knock his Guide out with. She'd sworn that one scratch was all it would take - and she'd been right.
The cut was clean, and Jack laid the hand back on Jamie's chest. "All done," he told the unconscious figure. "Can't have you losin' your 'and to gangrene, can we? Wouldn't be right. What would the other Guides say?" He put on a posh voice. "That Jack - no good as a Sentinel. Look at 'is Guide. 'E was fine until Jack got a 'old of 'im. Now look - one 'anded Jamie." He leaned over his Guide, gloating in having him here, safe. "No, mate, can't have that. I'm gonna look after you." Jack sighed. "I wanted to let yer know before - let yer know I hadn't given up on yer. The Navy might not 'ave wanted yer, but yer were still the Guide for me. I couldn't though." At least the Kraken was dead; there was no more danger to Jack's Guide from that creature. Now, though they still had Davy Jones to face, Jack wasn't prepared to live or die without his Guide by his side. Being sent to Davy Jones' Locker had taught Jack to grab what he wanted and not let go. Though, really, that had been a lesson he learned early in life - his time in the Locker had merely reinforced it. And now, the Sentinel was going to claim his Guide. "Well, once yer wake up. Don't want yer missin' the main event."
Smiling again, Jack stripped Jamie of his gold-laced coat, waistcoat, cravat and boots, then settled down next to him and threw an arm across his Guide. Jamie was going to be pissed enough at being claimed as it was.
~'~
James sighed. It must still be early. The crew of the Interceptor was undoubtedly hard at work, but its commodore had no need to be on deck at the crack of dawn.
Admiral.
He was an admiral, not a commodore.
As reality filtered back into his mind, James' eyes opened. No rank, no Interceptor. Instead, there was a Sentinel pirate grinning down at him.
"'Ello, Jamie."
James threw himself to one side, but that damned Sentinel was ready and used the advantage of his position to add his weight to his strength to prevent the Guide from escaping. James threw a punch at him with his free arm, but Sparrow caught his wrist and forced it up beside his head, and held it in place on the pillow.
"That wasn't very friendly, Jamie," Sparrow chided him.
James glared, uncomfortably aware of his bare neck. "Go to Hell."
"I've only just come back from there, mate. Gives you a new perspective, spendin' time in 'Ell. And you know one of the things I most regretted?"
"Not having any rum with you?" James enquired.
"Well, apart from that." Jack grinned, then his face turned serious. "Wastin' time not claimin' my Guide."
"I'm not your Guide," James retorted, struggling to wrench his wrists free.
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Every Guide I've known 'as said that."
James felt a weird pang of jealousy. "How many Guides have you known?!"
"There are a lot o' Sentinel pirates out there, Jamie. And most of 'em are bonded. Not that you'll be meetin' any unbonded Sentinel pirates. Don't want them gettin' any funny ideas about my Guide."
"So how come you got to meet all their Guides?"
Jack grinned, and James' unease heightened. "Because they knew I know who my Guide is. I'm not interested in their Guides. I was just bidin' me time, waitin' for the right moment." His tone turned forceful, "I learned there is no right moment, Jamie. There's never gonna be a time when it's safe to claim yer. So I'm doin' it now."
James twisted to one side, trying to shield his neck. "I could get killed by Jones! If Beckett gets hold of me, he'll hang me as a traitor. Then you'll die."
"I won't let Beckett get a 'old of yer, Jamie. You're mine. Mine to protect. An' if yer get killed by Jones, it'll be after I've been killed protectin' yer."
Turning his head back, James looked at the Sentinel.
"Let me protect yer, Jamie. I know I'm a pirate, but I'm your Sentinel. You'll always have a place to belong - at my side."
For once there was no mocking gleam in the dark eyes, and James could feel the sincerity. To have a place to belong again, to be needed, wanted, cherished. "Jack...."
"Till death and beyond, mate."
As the Sentinel lowered his head, the Guide gave in, turning his head to give better access to his Sentinel. Sharp teeth bite down hard, making no mistake in the claim, and James gasped, twisting in the iron grip as overwhelming heat rushed through his empathic pathways and exploded through his mind.
Like a flood, his Sentinel's mind poured in, drowning out doubt, cooling the fever the Sentinel had caused, blending and merging until James couldn't tell which thoughts were his and which were his Sentinel's.
Oh, wait. The rum. Definitely Jack's.
There was a huff of laughter against his neck. "Go to sleep, Jamie. Tomorrow, we'll deal with Jones and Beckett, and reclaim the seas."
James managed to twitch an eyebrow to show how doubtful it was it would be that easy, but the tiredness was dragging him down Sighing a little, he buried his face in his Sentinel's shoulder and let the world slip away. Tomorrow would come soon enough.
The End
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Date: 2008-05-26 08:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-26 10:51 pm (UTC)And yeah, TS bonding gets everywhere! I know there are a few written with Stargate Atlantis characters; Susan Foster has a crossover involving characters from Garrison's Gorillas, and I've got WIPs involving POTC characters and Babylon 5 characters. :oD
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Date: 2008-05-26 10:57 pm (UTC)*cheers*
Lovely, as always, dear. =D
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Date: 2008-05-27 01:54 am (UTC)Very interesting crossover! *g*
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Date: 2008-05-27 02:32 am (UTC)Oh, wait. The rum. Definitely Jack's.
ROTFL!!! That is sooo priceless!! So PotC! I loved this, thank you so much for sharing.
keep penning,
Marns
~pN
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Date: 2008-05-27 11:22 am (UTC)I wonder how many other fandoms it has reached - and what happens if someone who has never read a Sentinel fic (bonding or otherwise) or seen the show but has read a fic in their fandom based on the bonding fics and has a go at writing their own - the results could be really interesting, not having any pre-conceived ideas!!
Susan Foster has a lot to answer for - and most of it good!!!
Btw, Babylon 5 sounds interesing...who would be who?
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Date: 2008-05-27 03:50 pm (UTC)As for the B5 story, it's Marcus Cole as a Guide and Neroon (a Minbari) as his Sentinel. One day I'll finish all these!
As for non-slash SGA bonding fic, Never wrote one which may be the one you read - Ronon as the Sentinel/Rodney as the Guide. It's not slash as such, (she considers it to be as slashy as The Sentinel) but it is labelled slash AU.
http://never-walk.livejournal.com/80304.html#cutid1
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Date: 2008-05-27 03:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-27 03:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-27 03:52 pm (UTC)Thanks for the feedback.
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Date: 2008-05-27 04:02 pm (UTC)LOL! Oh yeah, he'd be really annoyed with it all!! Actually, I could see it working now that I think about it...!
Ronon as the Sentinel/Rodney as the Guide.
Okay, I'll give it a read then. Thanks for the link.
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Date: 2008-06-01 10:29 pm (UTC)hmmmmm. . .
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Date: 2010-05-08 01:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-05-11 10:55 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed the story. Jack is a lot of fun to write!