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The Scythe's Song	By : hallowedmaiden Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 2815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Jack had gone down to supervise the McLaren after Chris and Shawn had returned with it, leaving her alone on the couch.
This job seemed like it was starting to become more trouble than it was worth, but with the parties involved, just quitting wasn't really an option. That would leave far too many loose ends and associations that would eventually come back to bite them. Of course, they could just eliminate Suzuki and Handa and call it a day, but it was also a bad idea to just start killing clients over a job that was a little less than ideal. It rather reminded her of an immature child hitting the power button on a game just because they were losing.
There were too many unknowns to back out at this point, and she was sure that Jack had arrived at the same conclusion.
And it wasn't like her and Jack were incapable of doing whatever it was that needed to be done, but the Yakuza and the Cartel weren't exactly a fun sandbox full of toys. More like a sandbox that some crazy psychopath had planted a bunch of hidden razor blades in.
Besides, danger excited her, and she knew just by the look in Jack's eyes when he had figured out the scope of the job that the prospect excited him too, but whether that was a good thing remained to be seen.
Just then her phone buzzed in her pocket. She tugged it out to see that she had a message from Jack.
'Hey, you didn't tell me that you lost all of your pictures of me, by the way.'
'::sigh::, did Ringa tell you?'
'Mhm.'
'They were all in a box on my dresser in the apartment I had at the time. The ceiling in the apartment above me started to leak, washing machine issues or something, and soaked the entire box.'
'Couldn't have saved them?'
'I was gone when it happened, so by the time I got back, they were practically mush.'
'Except the one on the pier?'
'I kept that one in my wallet, actually. :)'
'Of all the pictures, you pick one that doesn't even have my face in it?'
'Maybe I like staring at your arse more than your face.'
'Wouldn't surprise me. :P'
'And I suppose that you still have all of the pictures you took of me?'
'Of course I do. If you would have looked a little closer in my CD shelf while you were laying out your brilliant little seduction plan, you would have seen that in the bottom left corner, I have four albums of them.'
Her heart warmed a little at that, even going as far as to make her quiver a bit with glee.
'I only had twenty minutes to get ready. And even the...more risque ones?'
'No, no, I keep those next to my bed, in the nightstand.'
He must have predicted her indignant reaction because another message was sent immediately after before she could type out a response.
'HAHA, just kidding. Halfway. There is one in there, but the rest of them are in one of the albums.'
'Which one is it?'
'I mean...you could always go and look at it.'
'I don't wanna get up, your couch is too comfortable.'
'Right, I think you are just fishing for compliments by making me describe it.'
'Is it such a chore to compliment me?'
'No, I suppose it isn't. ;) It's the one where you are laying on the beach in the Bahamas. Remember that little pool we found that we had to ourselves for a few days?'
She did, in fact, remember the pool, and she remembered the precise moment that picture was taken because immediately afterward, a snake had become an uninvited guest on her stomach.
'Yeah, I remember. The snake, that is. I don't think I have screamed that loud since.'
'Well, I beg to differ, but whatever you say.'
'::eye roll:: Why that picture?'
'Idk. Just the way the light is hitting your skin, and the expression on your face. You looked like you didn't have a care in the world.'
'Well, you had just ravaged me senseless, if you recall.'
'Oh yeah, I forgot about that part. :P'
'Sure you did.'
'So, did you enjoy the reminiscing?'
'Yeah, most of it.'
'What do you mean?'
'I just get afraid every time the...well, every time it is brought up that you are angry with me all over again.'
'Oh love, don't be. I stopped being angry about that a long time ago. You know that.'
'I know, but...Idk, it just still makes me uneasy.'
'Should I come up and kiss you to make you feel better? :)'
'Maybe later, you need to make sure that car is ready to go.'
'Right. Also, I enjoy how you summed up a large portion of events as 'boring ship battles and annoying maelstroms.'
'Well, was I wrong? Maybe not all of the ship battles, but that one was just a bunch of rain and being worried about you.'
'I was worried about you too, you know.'
'I wasn't the one being hunted by Davy Jones.'
'True, but I was in love with you, well, am, but that made it difficult to concentrate.'
She pushed the phone against her chest, suddenly finding it a bit challenging to breathe evenly. Hearing him verbalize being in love with her was something that she doubted she would ever grow tired of, or used to.
'Especially when you decided to engage Jones all by yourself.'
'I was feeling brave.'
'You're always brave, darling.'
'I appreciate the confidence you have in me. So, think we can pull this thing off?'
'Well, unless my shotgun chooses literally the worst time to jam up, the cars break, the drivers of the truck are cyborgs, both of us forget how to drive simultaneously, a fucking tornado blasts through, Chris decides that he would rather play with his phone instead of taking the wheel, or you randomly decide to strip and take pictures (would distract me something awful), I think we'll be fine.'
She was chuckling at the first scenario, and was nearly in tears by the end, pressing out her reply after fixing twenty typos due to her shaking hands.
'Hahahah. And then we're done. Think we deserve a vacation afterward?'
'Sure we do. Where were you thinking?'
'Hmm...maybe Paris?'
'...Paris? Have to say that the city has lost its charm over the years…'
'Fine. You suggest something.'
'I was thinking Australia.'
'Oh, the land where literally everything can kill you. Can't wait. How about Lima?'
'Go hang with the Incas? We could do that.'
'Lima it is, then.'
They were all sitting in the garage now, watching Shawn toil away on the McLaren.
"So, let's talk time. How much time do we have until they realize that there are no bombs?" she asked, mostly directing the question at Jack.
"Well, both buildings are fairly large, should take a bomb squad about a half hour for each one," he answered, taking a drag of the cigarette in his hand.
"And we have about six-ish minutes to get the evidence out of the truck from the time that it we drive out of the parking lot?"
"Sounds about right. Four of that is going to be getting into position around the truck, and getting the truck to the industrial park. We only have two to get the door open."
"Just don't miss," Chris said, watching Shawn swear at the car.
"Ha, I never miss."
"And once they do realize that there are no bombs, how are we going to escape undetected back here?"
"I'm going to shut down the traffic cameras on that stretch of road for as long as I can," Shawn said from the other side of the car. "Should make the city blind to you."
"Good, well, unless something goes horribly wrong, we should have the box ready for Suzuki to pick up tomorrow night," she mused, sidling over to Jack to lean against him, sliding her arm around him. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head.
Just then, the front door of the house opened and closed, and Ringa came bounding down the stairs, a burner phone in her hand.
"Here, this should do nicely," she said, handing the phone to Jack.
"Thanks."
"No problem. So, I think that since we are all work no play tomorrow, we should have a nice big dinner tonight."
"...Ringa," she started, looking around at the other three, "I'm not sure that any of them, including me, can cook well enough to have a 'big dinner'."
Jack shrugged against her, not bothering to argue the point.
"Amiga," she admonished, drawing out the syllables. "I can cook, or did you forget?"
No, she hadn't forgotten how well Ringa could cook, but she hadn't wanted to impose that on her.
"I didn't want to-"
"Oh, nonsense, not a problem at all. What would you all like?"
"I mean...do you have like...a menu prepared or something?" Jack said with a grin, giving Ringa a 'give me' motion with his hand.
"Ha! No, no menus here, but I can make any Spanish or Mexican dish that your heart desires."
"Tell you what, why don't you just surprise us," he replied.
"Sure thing. Just one question. How much spice can all of you handle?"
"Well, considering the fact that this crazy man here eats habaneros like candy, he can handle as much as you want to give him. But the rest of us," she sliced her finger through the air to motion at all of them, "keep it on the mild side."
"Habaneros are good," Jack whined, tickling her stomach where his hand was resting.
"I mean, they are when they're in something, but not plain."
"Just means more for me then."
She rolled her eyes at the snobbish tone in his voice.
"Oh, by the way, since we need to make up for lost pictures, let's whip one up right now," he said into her hair, pulling out his phone and turning the camera on.
"Right now? I look like I just crawled out of bed!"
"Lizzie, you could take a picture with a paper bag on your head and you would still look beautiful."
Ringa made an 'aww' noise somewhere behind them, instigating another eye roll.
"Fine."
She attempted to fix her hair somewhat as Jack held his phone out in front of them, but instead of facing the camera, he decided to kiss the side of her head, making her picture grin turn into a wider genuine one as he pressed the shutter button.
"Perfect. And we can take plenty more, darling."
Finally, Shawn finished the car, grumbling to Jack about how he wanted to be fired after the long and grueling process.
"Shawn, where else on earth would you get paid to fix a McLaren F1 for a man that is possibly wanted in," he paused to count on his fingers, "five different countries?"
"Yeah, I have a pretty cushy job, I know, but…"
"But shut the fuck up, that's what."
He got hit with Shawn's middle finger, but they were both sniggering at each other.
As a group, they collectively decided on nachos and the ever-delicious cemita poblana, moving upstairs to sit at the kitchen table while Ringa shot around the kitchen like a pinball, insisting that she didn't need any help.
After about an hour, they all eyed the sandwiches as they were placed in front of them.
"Mmm, smells delicious, Ringa," Jack said, giving her an appreciative glance.
"Thank you. Maybe I can give you cooking lessons some time."
"Ha, we'll see. Lizzie might go spare if I get any more talented."
"Are you seriously that egotistical?" she asked, swatting his arm.
"Darling, how long have you known me?"
"A long time, but-"
"And you are just now figuring out that I have a huge ego?"
He really didn't, actually. He just liked to act high and mighty because it got on her nerves. There were a great many things that he was insecure about, but most of them dealt with anything involving vulnerability, rather than physical or skill-level related things.
"Whatever, Jack."
They dug into the food, and then Ringa made a strange noise, pushing back her chair suddenly to head back into the kitchen.
"Is something on fire? Damn…" Jack said after he swallowed, looking over to where the cupboards were being banged open.
"No, I just forgot the most important thing."
"...which is?"
Finally, she emerged with a bottle, holding it above her like it was the second coming of Christ.
"Tequila, of course. Can't have Mexican cuisine without it."
"So, I updated Suzuki on everything. She knows everything we know, and probably some things that we don't know, but that's neither here nor there," Jack announced.
"That's good," Chris said, already pouring himself a second glass of alcohol. "Out of curiosity, once this job is over, how do we plan to actually like...get out of the picture?"
"Well, we just have to keep ourselves as uninvolved as possible. As it stands, the only thing we are involved with is the box. The case, the war between gangs, none of that is relevant. And I don't forsee any other developments that will require us to continue to be involved."
"Jack and I are planning a vacation to Peru after this is all over."
"Oooh, Peru is beautiful," Ringa exclaimed, wiping a bit of guacamole off of her mouth.
They talked about random subjects, the bottle of tequila slowly turning into a bottle of nothing, until they were all just a little tipsy.
"I have an idea," Ringa said with a dramatic flair.
"And what's that?"
Of course, Jack was the only one that still sounded somewhat sober. Damn the man and his tolerance.
"We should play Never Have I Ever."
Jack raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair.
"Somehow, I feel like this is just an attempt to learn some dirty history."
Even though Jack may seem sober on the outside, just the right amount of alcohol had a tendency to loosen his tongue just on the wrong side of trouble. Or right, depending on how a person looked at it.
"...maybe, maybe not. Are you up for it?"
"I'm up for anything. How about you, love?"
"Sure, I don't see why not."
She probably would have been against it if that warm fuzzy feeling of being buzzed wasn't currently plaguing her.
"Excellent, I'll start."
"...wait, wait just a minute," Chris slurred. "We need...like...cards or something, don't we?"
"...oh, yeah, I suppose we do. Maybe we can just use our phones."
After an unnecessarily long time, they worked out a way to download an app that was literally just for having a digital version of the answer signs.
"Ok, now I'll start. Never-"
"Wait…..are we playing for….um, points? Or just whether we have done the thing or not," Shawn asked as he stared intently at his glass.
"Just whether we have done it or not. Anyways, never have I ever driven drunk."
Jack snorted, holding up his phone in the affirmative, while Chris, Shawn, herself, and Ringa all said no. They all stared at Jack, waiting on him to tell the story.
"Well, I don't know whether it counts necessarily, because I was on a track, not in public, but in 91', I almost flipped a truck because I was plastered. And it takes a lot to get me that drunk, so you can imagine how much I had to drink."
It did take a-fucking-lot to get Jack drunk, like, way too much in her opinion.
"My turn," he said before anyone else. "Never have I ever given someone a sex toy as a present."
Chris burst out laughing. "Oh fuck, you asked that one on purpose just to get me to tell the story. Ok, so...one time, it was Christmas, and all three of us, me, Jack and dipshit over there looking at his glass like it's fucking offending him or something, were sitting in the living room, exchanging joke gifts-"
"And this motherfucker thought it would be funny-"
"...hey, it's my fucking story, Jack. I thought it would be fucking hilarious to buy Jack a mystery gift from Adam and Eve dot com. Even I didn't know what was gonna be in there."
"Yeah, well, I fucking opened it and experienced one of the few times where I have seriously contemplated drowning myself in my own pool."
Shawn was laughing hysterically, trying to chime in at random intervals, before giving up, just accepting that he sounded like a dying seal.
"...there was a...oh my god, there was a fucking big ass bright fucking pink cock ring sitting in the box…" Chris finished in between wheezes.
"Oh my god, Jack. Yeah, you definitely need a cock ring for sure," she managed to get out, tears pouring down her cheeks. "My turn. Never have I ever consumed more than two illegal drugs."
Jack sighed dramatically, giving her an amused glare.
"Story time again then, apparently. So, this happened right when the LSD craze hit in the '60's, and I, of course, wanted to see what it was all about. I snagged some, I forget where from, and took it-"
There was a collective pitying 'ooooh' from the group.
"No no no, the story doesn't stop there. I also happened to have a little ecstasy in my pocket, and being my infinitely intelligent self, popped that too. Then, I had the brilliant idea to go back to the hotel where Lizzie and I were staying."
She was barely holding back laughter as she watched Jack's eyes sparkle at the memory.
"I went down to the pool, which is a very bad idea if you are in the middle of an acid trip, in case any of you were inclined to try...let's just say that it was my first and only time taking LSD. Your turn, Chris."
"Hold on a fucking minute, are you not going to tell us what you saw?"
Jack's face turned from amused to mildly uncomfortable. "I would need a lot more to drink if I were to finish that story. Your turn."
"Fine, never have I ever walked in on someone else having sex."
"What, do I get to tell all of the stories tonight?" Jack whined as the rest of them answered no. "Fuck me, alright, fine. This happened just a year ago I think, and to this day, it is still one of the most soul scarring things I have ever witnessed. You know that saying 'what has been seen cannot be unseen'? Well, that applies here."
Shawn was shifting around in his seat, looking worried.
"Yeah, you remember how I was...not exactly pissed, just...offended that...that was happening on my...oh yeah, by the way, this happened on the living room couch, in case anyone planned on sitting on it ever again.
"I walked in from a trip to meet a client at Casamia, where I took you Lizzie, and dumbfuck here, in his infinite wisdom, thought it was a good idea to have sex on my couch. Now, normally, I wouldn't be that annoyed by it, maybe a little peeved, but he was...he was using the back door instead of the front door, and this girl was making a fucking noise that I still don't think was human to this day."
"If there has ever been an occasion where Jack almost vomited from disgust, it was then."
"If there has ever been an occasion where I needed bleach for my eyeballs, that was it."
"...I mean, I didn't plan on you being home so soon, and I also didn't plan on doing it there. It just kind of happened. Anyways, my turn. Never have I ever set myself on fire."
Everyone but Chris answered no, and when all of their eyes were directed at him, he shook his head.
"Nope...sorry, that is a story that will not be told tonight."
Oh, god, that was fun," she said as they stumbled into Jack's bedroom, chests aching from laughing so hard. He immediately descended on her, pushing her back against the door.
"Mmm, I agree. You're really pretty when you laugh." He kissed his way up her neck, across her jawline, before claiming her mouth in a surprisingly tender kiss, his hands disappearing under her shirt to curl around her breasts. "Damn, as much as I would like this to continue, you are approaching drunk, and we really need to get to sleep."
She pouted but agreed with him nevertheless. "Maybe tomorrow night, then?"
"Most definitely, darling."
They undressed, crawling into bed together, neither of them having any memory of when it was that they fell asleep.
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