Standing On The Rooftops
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shadow_hiveStanding On The Rooftops
Pairing: Battery Jumper/Jet Star
Rating: PG-13
POV: Jet
Notes: Short Killjoys ficlet. There should be another one later on, before a proper fic Friday sometime.
I sat, staring down at the others from my position on the roof of our latest hideout. I could have gone somewhere, but where? I'd run out of ideas of places to look and now, now I was tired.
Not least because we had an extermination order taken out on us for rescuing Grace.
I took a deep breath, watching as Ghoul played with Grace. It was worth it for her.
"I'd say so."
I blinked at the voice, turning a little to face it's source. It was a faint bluish light, that looked like a... person. I blinked again, standing properly to look at the light. It couldn't be, could it? "What the..."
"Hey Ray." Looking at it, now it had become him. I blinked again and he smiled, coming over and sitting next to where I'd been. I sat back down slowly, looking at him disbelievingly. I wasn't quite sure if he was real. And if he was, then I was talking to a ghost. "You're doing a great job here. With them. With her."
I sared at him for a few moments, before finally whispering. "Are you real?"
"Depends on your definition." A small smile crept on his face and I nodded. He looked diferrent to when I last saw him, more like he had way back when. His hair hung past his ears and he just... looked like he did. Before all this, when times had been so, so much simpler. I blinked back tears an reached out, but as could be expected, my hand went through him.
"If... if your real..."
"It means I'm dead." He finished for me and looked at me as I nodded. "Depends on your definition."
I didn't rememeber him being this... cryptic. "I want you to do something for me Ray. Sop it, stop looking for me. You have something more important to focus on now. I want you to do that."
I blinked and took a deep breath, shaking my head a little. "What? What do you mean?"
"Her." I followed his line to where Grace was seated, having a conversation with Kobra about... who knew what. "She is all important now. You can't let them get her back."
"Or what?" He shrugged and I sighed, binking back more tears now. Maybe the afterlife did this, made you much more vague. I looked at her, then at him. "Jay, is she..."
"Ours?" I nodded. Again he shrugged, though this time it seemed he was genuinely unsure. I don't know. But she has hair like yours and eyes like mine." He stopped for a few moments, then leaned in to kiss my cheek, though I felt nothing. "Protect her, for me."
"Jay I love..." And then he was gone, as if he'd never been there at all. "You."
I took a deep breath and looked down, realising that she was looking at me and waving. If she hadn't been, I would have broken down, but instead all I did was wave back. I knew now what I had to do.
Maybe it was his ghost, or maybe it was all in my head, a hallucination caused by all the streess, maybe I'd finally snapped and lost my mind altogether. But if there was a chance that he was real, then I had to take it, to do what he asked of me regardless. That was what love was after all right?
I stood up and turned to head to the others, wiping the tears away from my face. Now, protecting her mattered aboe all else.
Pairing: Battery Jumper/Jet Star
Rating: PG-13
POV: Jet
Notes: Short Killjoys ficlet. There should be another one later on, before a proper fic Friday sometime.
I sat, staring down at the others from my position on the roof of our latest hideout. I could have gone somewhere, but where? I'd run out of ideas of places to look and now, now I was tired.
Not least because we had an extermination order taken out on us for rescuing Grace.
I took a deep breath, watching as Ghoul played with Grace. It was worth it for her.
"I'd say so."
I blinked at the voice, turning a little to face it's source. It was a faint bluish light, that looked like a... person. I blinked again, standing properly to look at the light. It couldn't be, could it? "What the..."
"Hey Ray." Looking at it, now it had become him. I blinked again and he smiled, coming over and sitting next to where I'd been. I sat back down slowly, looking at him disbelievingly. I wasn't quite sure if he was real. And if he was, then I was talking to a ghost. "You're doing a great job here. With them. With her."
I sared at him for a few moments, before finally whispering. "Are you real?"
"Depends on your definition." A small smile crept on his face and I nodded. He looked diferrent to when I last saw him, more like he had way back when. His hair hung past his ears and he just... looked like he did. Before all this, when times had been so, so much simpler. I blinked back tears an reached out, but as could be expected, my hand went through him.
"If... if your real..."
"It means I'm dead." He finished for me and looked at me as I nodded. "Depends on your definition."
I didn't rememeber him being this... cryptic. "I want you to do something for me Ray. Sop it, stop looking for me. You have something more important to focus on now. I want you to do that."
I blinked and took a deep breath, shaking my head a little. "What? What do you mean?"
"Her." I followed his line to where Grace was seated, having a conversation with Kobra about... who knew what. "She is all important now. You can't let them get her back."
"Or what?" He shrugged and I sighed, binking back more tears now. Maybe the afterlife did this, made you much more vague. I looked at her, then at him. "Jay, is she..."
"Ours?" I nodded. Again he shrugged, though this time it seemed he was genuinely unsure. I don't know. But she has hair like yours and eyes like mine." He stopped for a few moments, then leaned in to kiss my cheek, though I felt nothing. "Protect her, for me."
"Jay I love..." And then he was gone, as if he'd never been there at all. "You."
I took a deep breath and looked down, realising that she was looking at me and waving. If she hadn't been, I would have broken down, but instead all I did was wave back. I knew now what I had to do.
Maybe it was his ghost, or maybe it was all in my head, a hallucination caused by all the streess, maybe I'd finally snapped and lost my mind altogether. But if there was a chance that he was real, then I had to take it, to do what he asked of me regardless. That was what love was after all right?
I stood up and turned to head to the others, wiping the tears away from my face. Now, protecting her mattered aboe all else.
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