Fic: 'Bath Holiday' - Chapter 1 (2/7)
Aug. 31st, 2008 01:14 pmMore for
potcfest prompt #9: Jack/Elizabeth, in England. As I said in my previous post, this is set in my post-CotBP universe, actually following Fevered (the header contains the pertinent information, if you don't want to read NC-17 smut).
Many thanks, as always, to my dear
hereswith, for editing, suggestions, and encouragement. This part uses the current
potc100 prompt...
~ Bath Holiday, continued...
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In the event, he did leave her, shoo'd out by Ana and the landlady, the sight of so much blood -- far too much, he thought -- and by the doctor's words, matter-of-fact, slicing like knives: "A miscarriage, I'm afraid. Your first, I take it?"
Elizabeth had gaped, speechless, and then her eyes sought Jack's.
A child. Their child.
But the tide of events intervened, another wave of cramping pain taking her, the landlady's bulk blocking Jack's view, and Ana grimly taking his arm, hauling him away.
"There's nothing you can do here, Jack, and she won't thank you for staying. Go down to the taproom and have a drink or three. "
And he was out in the hall, the door shutting firmly in his face.
She won't thank you.
He descended the stairs as in a strong gale, and made his way to the taproom. The landlord took one look at him and poured the rum – the good stuff. Jack tossed it back without a second's hesitation, held the tankard out for more and repeated the procedure.
"All right, there?" asked the landlord, with a worried brow.
"Better," Jack lied, though the warmth of the liquor was already seeping through him. "Thanks, mate."
~ TBC
Many thanks, as always, to my dear
~ Bath Holiday, continued...
2 ~
In the event, he did leave her, shoo'd out by Ana and the landlady, the sight of so much blood -- far too much, he thought -- and by the doctor's words, matter-of-fact, slicing like knives: "A miscarriage, I'm afraid. Your first, I take it?"
Elizabeth had gaped, speechless, and then her eyes sought Jack's.
A child. Their child.
But the tide of events intervened, another wave of cramping pain taking her, the landlady's bulk blocking Jack's view, and Ana grimly taking his arm, hauling him away.
"There's nothing you can do here, Jack, and she won't thank you for staying. Go down to the taproom and have a drink or three. "
And he was out in the hall, the door shutting firmly in his face.
She won't thank you.
He descended the stairs as in a strong gale, and made his way to the taproom. The landlord took one look at him and poured the rum – the good stuff. Jack tossed it back without a second's hesitation, held the tankard out for more and repeated the procedure.
"All right, there?" asked the landlord, with a worried brow.
"Better," Jack lied, though the warmth of the liquor was already seeping through him. "Thanks, mate."
~ TBC
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Date: 2008-08-31 08:55 pm (UTC)You write so well, with so much said with so much economy!
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Date: 2008-08-31 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-31 09:01 pm (UTC)But well done, as always. I particularly liked He descended the stairs as in a strong gale...; it's quite a visual phrase, isn't it?
I'll be over there --> waiting for more!
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Date: 2008-08-31 10:40 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading and commenting -- I really appreciate it!
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Date: 2008-08-31 11:01 pm (UTC)(Psst. Your link to Fevered, it is broken.)
(I do love seeing that icon still in use.)
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Date: 2008-08-31 11:20 pm (UTC)Awaiting more! :]
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Date: 2008-08-31 11:29 pm (UTC)It is a strange situation for him, and it's always interesting to think how he'd react to something so completely out of his realm. Thank you so much for reading and commenting -- more tomorrow!
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Date: 2008-09-01 07:14 am (UTC)My heart aches for them both. Somehow the simplicity of the prose makes their pain that much more palpable.
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