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Homeplot(1) : Neptune (for Jack)
Jul. 29th, 2009 01:22 amThere was music. Not one of Jack's records either, nothing the other man would have ever put on. It wasn't something of Logan's either, unfamiliar and bland and just loud enough to pull him from his sleep. It was tinny and annoying, and coming from an alarm clock. A fucking alarm clock. Sunlight filtered into the room from the wrong direction, and the bed... God, the bed was so soft. So perfect. It was inviting and warm, soft and lush- and it wasn't his. It wasn't his.
Except it was, it simply wasn't the bed he'd been sharing with Jack back on the island, and the realization was enough to make him sit up and rub the sleep from his eyes.
No. No, no, no, no. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be getting married. He was supposed to be waking up beside Jack every morning until he was too old to get out of bed. He was supposed to be feeling the hot humid heat of the island, not the cool blow of the air con as it burst into life and gently hummed at him. His heart was pounding, and his chest ached. And this? This is what a broken heart had to feel like, because he could swear in that moment he could feel his shatter.
His breath hitched and he pulled the covers up higher as he slumped against the headboard, completely lost and in shock as it slowly sank in.
He was in Neptune. He was home. And Jack? Jack was nowhere to be seen. He'd known this day would come eventually, but it was too soon. Way too soon. His mind raced, torn between trying to work out how he could get back and worrying about what Jack was going to do when he woke up. He'd seen the other man when he'd honestly believed Logan was gone. He'd seen how broken he'd looked. -The thought of leaving him for real. The thought that this time he couldn't go back and make it better... It hurt. God it hurt.
Letting out a sharp sob, he doubled over and pulled his knees to his chest.
How was he supposed to go on without Jack?
Except it was, it simply wasn't the bed he'd been sharing with Jack back on the island, and the realization was enough to make him sit up and rub the sleep from his eyes.
No. No, no, no, no. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be getting married. He was supposed to be waking up beside Jack every morning until he was too old to get out of bed. He was supposed to be feeling the hot humid heat of the island, not the cool blow of the air con as it burst into life and gently hummed at him. His heart was pounding, and his chest ached. And this? This is what a broken heart had to feel like, because he could swear in that moment he could feel his shatter.
His breath hitched and he pulled the covers up higher as he slumped against the headboard, completely lost and in shock as it slowly sank in.
He was in Neptune. He was home. And Jack? Jack was nowhere to be seen. He'd known this day would come eventually, but it was too soon. Way too soon. His mind raced, torn between trying to work out how he could get back and worrying about what Jack was going to do when he woke up. He'd seen the other man when he'd honestly believed Logan was gone. He'd seen how broken he'd looked. -The thought of leaving him for real. The thought that this time he couldn't go back and make it better... It hurt. God it hurt.
Letting out a sharp sob, he doubled over and pulled his knees to his chest.
How was he supposed to go on without Jack?
