Request Ficlet for Cjk1701
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cjk1701, but thought it might shock the children too much. Her request:
There were lowered voices, and the sounds of preparations being made; the faint sea motion felt through the table… the sole… the hull of the Black Pearl; and above all that, the cacophony of the pain in his leg, which he expected would presently rise to deafen him, would likely undo him. He hoped he would not shame himself. He hoped he would live.
He very much wished himself elsewhere.
“Here. Sit up, a bit, and drink this, Commodore.”
James just had time to open his eyes at Jack’s command before he was being helped to raise himself and a vial was set to his lips and its contents tilted ruthlessly down his throat. The bitterness of it was only partially masked with some kind of sweetening, and he made a horrid face, and gulped thankfully at the rum and water he was given by way of a chaser.
“What was that?” he gasped, when he could.
“Laudanum. Would’ve thought you’d had it before, considering a couple of those scars you’ve kept hidden under that uniform.”
“The navy’s doctors are wary of drugging their patients,” James said, carefully. Pointedly.
Jack was undisturbed. Of course. “Hmmph!” he said, “Fortunate you’re with us an’ not them, then, ain’t it?”
The light words and cocked brow almost masked the concern in the dark eyes. James, already feeling tendrils of relief beginning to curl through him, replied, “It would seem so.” He closed his eyes again, but then smiled at the brief touch of a warm hand on his own.
~.~
cjk1701, but thought it might shock the children too much. Her request:~ Apprehension ~
There were lowered voices, and the sounds of preparations being made; the faint sea motion felt through the table… the sole… the hull of the Black Pearl; and above all that, the cacophony of the pain in his leg, which he expected would presently rise to deafen him, would likely undo him. He hoped he would not shame himself. He hoped he would live.
He very much wished himself elsewhere.
“Here. Sit up, a bit, and drink this, Commodore.”
James just had time to open his eyes at Jack’s command before he was being helped to raise himself and a vial was set to his lips and its contents tilted ruthlessly down his throat. The bitterness of it was only partially masked with some kind of sweetening, and he made a horrid face, and gulped thankfully at the rum and water he was given by way of a chaser.
“What was that?” he gasped, when he could.
“Laudanum. Would’ve thought you’d had it before, considering a couple of those scars you’ve kept hidden under that uniform.”
“The navy’s doctors are wary of drugging their patients,” James said, carefully. Pointedly.
Jack was undisturbed. Of course. “Hmmph!” he said, “Fortunate you’re with us an’ not them, then, ain’t it?”
The light words and cocked brow almost masked the concern in the dark eyes. James, already feeling tendrils of relief beginning to curl through him, replied, “It would seem so.” He closed his eyes again, but then smiled at the brief touch of a warm hand on his own.
~.~
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:23 pm (UTC)I wonder what it is about dear James that we like to torture him just so. But then, Jack usually gets to cuddle him all better, so it all works out in the end.
...hope he doesn't lose the leg this time...
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:29 pm (UTC)Boy, you are speedy! I didn't even get a chance to tell you I'd posted it! Glad you liked it.
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:32 pm (UTC)Wanna pick something you'd like to see in the current Sparrington WiP? ;)
Stepping closer, he reached out hesitantly, cursing the room, bloody Norrington and his bloody nightmares, and the odd, half-guilty, protective motion that was guiding his hand to stroke over Norrington's sweaty hair lightly, almost tenderly.
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 02:50 pm (UTC)Going to post the first two bits of this thing I quoted above on
Also, I'm going to do my best to work a backrub into that thing. One of my pervy kinks, James getting backrubs. ;)
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Date: 2005-03-28 03:16 pm (UTC)