Reckoning

By: KaKaVegeGurl

Author’s Note:

I’m not sure if I’d ever do a sequel to this, it ends too final.

Jack and Dal are together finally, and what better then a nice juicy scene? Of course, Jack’s hand hasn’t mended but Dal can think of ways to ‘deal’ with that. ^^

And hey look, Ebony and Lex *points*

If you’ve watched season 3 anytime lately you’d be able to notice that this fanfic runs right along with it, this all would happen at about episode 10 and 11.

Also to tell you all that there might be more then one Epilogue, sort of a multiple ending thing going on, they’ll be up soon after this one I think. And I hope you all enjoy them, it’s your choice what happens.

Time fer the Epilogue everyone! Strap yourselves in and have a nice steaming cup of yaoi!

~KaKaVegeGurl

Side Notes:

None.

Epilogue - The End of Everything - Ending 1

They had slept together that night and, with their nights and days a tad mixed, had managed to sleep in a bit. They were cuddled together, no one really showing a dominant position, their bare skin against each other was comforting for the both of them.

Jack had just woken, pulling his head up from where it rested just beside Dal’s cheek. He had just a moment to stare at the sleeping boy, who’s arms were wrapped around him, when the door suddenly burst open without any warning.

It was Bray, who stared at them both with wide eyes.

Jack and Dal had sprung up in shock to look at their leader.

Bray turned away, “Oh, god, I’m sorry, uhh...” He closed the door and shouted through it, “Take your time, no rush!”

Jack turned to Dal and grinned, Bray was alive clearly so that must’ve meant that things had went alright the night before, he chuckled at his leader’s words.

Dal smiled at Jack and leaned in, pressing a kiss to just the corner of Jack’s lips.

“We don’t have to go, do we?” Jack asked with a mischievous expression, “Not just yet?”

Amber sat down at the table and rested a hand on Bray’s arm, “I knew.”

“That’s very comforting,” Bray sighed and put his head in his arms, “You should’ve warned me before I barged in on them. I feel so embarrassed now.”

“You could’ve told me you were going to wake them up.” Amber chuckled lightly and watched as Ebony strode past them to the window, “Were they naked at least?”

Bray shook his head and his face was crimson again, he attempted to bury it in his arms, “No, no they were wearing their boxers, I think.”

Amber frowned and made a sort of pouted face, “Darn, I was hoping they’d gotten it on last night.”

“What?” Bray looked at her with wide eyes, “Amber, they’re... Jack and Dal.”

“So?”

“So they’re...” Bray put his head in his hands again, “We’ve known them forever. They’re kids. They’re young. Their like my kid brothers.”

“That doesn’t mean anything in this world, Bray,” Amber was frowning now, standing up from the table, “They love each other. I’ve seen it and I’ve heard all about it from both of them. They both are very serious with their feelings, and no one is going to ruin it for them.”

The door to Jack’s room opened and he and Dal came into the large room, Amber and Bray stopped talking to look at them.

Amber grinned, “Morning you two. Good sleep?”

Jack flushed red and looked at Dal.

“Best in years.”

“No doubt,” Amber smiled at her friend and sat again, “So they failed last night. Ebony and Lex and Selene kind of got in the way.”

Bray avoided eye contact with both of them, turning to look at the table.

The plan now was to catch Trudy and the baby. It was May’s idea and the Rebels were up for the challenge. Taking the Supreme Mother from the Chosen would punch a hole in their strength.

Ellie had done nothing to help, causing trouble of her own, she flirted still with Pride, practically drooling after him. It didn’t bother Jack at all honestly, he had Dal, and that was all he’d ever needed to begin with.

“Amber asked me to join them tomorrow,” Dal was saying as he took off his shoes, “I think I will. It could be good.”

“Dal,” Jack sat on his bed and watched as Dal walked up to him, “You could get hurt. The Chosen could catch you, and then what would I do?”

Dal grinned at him, he took a seat by the messy red-haired genius, “I guess you should come along and protect me then, eh?”

Jack blushed as Dal leaned in to kiss him, “I-I guess I c-could,” He said, pulling Dal to him, “But I’m only going with you.”

“Jack,” Dal reached a hand up to brush it over Jack’s cheek and kissed him passionately, “You know I love you. I do. Are we going to stay open about this whole thing once this is over with the Chosen?”

Jack stared at Dal, his bandaged knuckles burned as he tightened his fist, “I don’t want to hide anything from them. They’re our family. I-If they don’t like it they can deal.”

Dal grinned wide, “Maybe they saw it coming.”

“Were we ever that obvious?” Jack’s question was answered with a yes and he climbed close to Dal, trying not to disrupt his fist, he sat down as close as he could get and kissed Dal again, fist on his lap.

He felt Dal’s fingers brush over it and the darker skinned of the two pulled from the kiss first, “Can I ask you something?”

Jack nodded unconditionally, “Of course, Dal.”

“I know your hand hurts,” Dal swallowed as the butterflies in his stomach fought upwards, “But, before this fight... Tonight, I... I want us to-” He cut off and looked at Jack, his cheeks were beet red.

Jack blushed now too, just as nervous, “You don’t feel rushed to do it, do you?”

“No,” Dal shook his head honestly, “And I don’t want you to either.”

“I’m not.”

Dal leaned in and stared at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Jack gasped just the slightest when Dal pulled him close and kissed him deeply. He could never have rejected Dal, not even if he wasn’t ready. They’d been together for such a short time but Jack wanted this, it seemed inevitable that they would be together forever. He was pushing forward, until Dal was on his back.

Jack climbed over him and they both fought to get their shirts off. Jack pulled his own off with difficulty, using only one arm, as Dal did and they were kissing again, he’d reached down to fumble at the belt on his pants, it felt rushed and slow at the same time.

They were against each other soon enough, flesh pressed to flesh.

Jack had honestly never read of anything about sex, but he acted out of need and want, he kissed Dal’s neck, needing more.

His knuckles were burning as he used his hand to hold himself up but Dal objected when he saw the expression on the redhead’s face.

“Do this.” Dal grabbed Jack’s left arm and pulled it out to bend and make it rest at the elbow beside his own head, he kissed at the bandages, “Don’t hurt yourself. We can do this anyway to make it easier.”

The words had thrown some sort of aphrodisiac over Jack and he kissed him. Dal had only instructed him with a few things, stopping Jack anytime he tried to rest on his fist again, and they’d used a special storage of certain liquids for ease of entrance.

Jack was stuck there, he was terrified, impatient, and excited all at once. He brushed his lips over Dal’s lightly, “J-Just t-tell me i-if I hurt y-you at a-all.”

Dal grinned up at him, “Rubbish, you’ve been hurting your hand almost this entire time, go on. You won’t hurt me.”

The sound of Jack’s panting in Dal’s ears was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever heard, his heart skipped a few beats.

Jack slid in slowly, watching his best friend’s face close, there was a grimace and he almost withdrew but Dal stopped him.

“Keep going,” Dal breathed out, “Don’t stop.”

Jack nodded, he felt tears prickling in his eyes and he honestly could not explain why, because he wasn’t sad. He brushed his lips against Dal’s ear as he buried his face in the darker skinned boy’s shoulder, “I love you.”

In a swift motion, he’d sheathed himself completely in Dal. There was a gasp and Dal ran his hand over Jack’s already sweaty neck. Sweat from being nervous, and he was almost pouring bucket’s full.

“Go on,” Dal said again, smiling softly and Jack pulled up to look at him, he nodded at the expression, “I love you too.”

Jack smiled weakly and kissed his friend. The movement made the sweat from their bodies slick together.

Jack had managed to keep at it for a good quarter of the night, and when he’d finally collapsed, spent from their love-making and panting beside Dal, there was nothing the other boy could do in response except grab the redhead with all the strength he had left and pull him into what had to be their most heated of kisses yet.

The next morning they dressed together. Neither could control their grins as they looked at each other. The silence was comforting, and they both knew they were going to be late but they pulled each other into another kiss before they set off.

They interrupted, more like scared, the group of Rebels preparing to capture Trudy.

Dal and Jack got a walkie-talkie from Lex and decided to scout around the area together, in case there were any chosen around that could ruin the plan.

As they rounded one corner they saw the blue of robes coming at them, they knew immediately that it was an ambush, Dal tried to call for Lex through the gadget in his hands but there was no response, he chucked it at the crowd of Chosen and him and Jack made a run for it.

Jack was behind Dal, his feet were heavy and he gasped when he felt the tug at the back of his shirt. He was caught. He swung his arms to get away and Dal turned to save him.

“No Dal, don’t. Go, get away!” Jack hit one in the face with his left hand, dammit, that one was kind of broken, grimace, and kicked the one that was holding onto his shirt.

One of their weapons came down on his upper thigh and broke through the skin, blood was everywhere. He broke away from the crowd but it was too late.

The Chosen backed Dal to the edge of a building and there was nothing he could do.

“Dal!” Jack moved to help him but something sharp struck him hard in his back, he fell to the ground without the slightest stumble, his face hit the cement hard.

“Jack! Jack!”

He heard Dal yelling his name, he heard cloth ripping and another yell but he wasn’t sure who it was, all he knew was that his back felt like it’d been pierced into by a jagged dagger.

A liquidic thud filled his ears, shouting erupted around him and cries for help as his world went into darkness.

The first thing Jack felt was the throbbing headache against his skull, he opened his eyes, he looked around and saw Amber just a way away. She was staring out a window and there was no one else in the room.

Jack sat up, his shirt was missing, once again, and his pants were torn. His left leg was bare almost, the cloth was torn up to his hip and his leg was wrapped up there, the bandaging was red with blood.

He groaned and pressed his fist to his head, but his throbbing knuckles awoke something in him and he hissed in pain.

He looked around again, where was Dal?

Amber moved from the window, having heard him, she walked to his side as he laid on the bed and sat in the chair nearby.

“I wanted to be here when you woke up.”

Jack looked at her and he knew immediately that something was very wrong; he heard the sadness in her voice, “Where’s Dal?”

Amber shook her head at him, “We’d only just saved you from them when we saw him fall. There was nothing we could have to done to stop it.” She looked away from him now and he heard her sob.

“He’s alright, though?” Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he ground his teeth, “Dal’s in another room right? He just fell that doesn’t mean-”

“Jack,” Amber made Jack look at her, her eyes were red with sorrow and pain.

Jack pushed her away, he wanted to stand, he wanted to bury his self in a corner and disappear. He looked at the wall longingly.

“He fell over two stories. Dal’s dead.”

“Don’t say that!” Jack turned and looked at her angrily, “He can’t be! He had to have got away! He survived! We-”

“We buried him yesterday,” Amber interrupted him and grabbed his hands, “I wish there was something I could say to you, Jack.”

Jack pulled his hands from her and looked her square in the eyes, “You should’ve let them take me. You should’ve left me there to die with him! I don’t want to be here without him!”

“Jack!” Amber stood from her seat and glared at him, “It hurts me too, but there was nothing we could’ve done! He was my friend as well, he was precious to me too!”

“D-Did he say anything?” Jack was looking at the wall again and he sobbed.

Amber sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the redhead into her arms, “He just asked if you were alright, and I told him we had saved you. And... And he said that he’d see you when you woke up.”

Jack felt his heart fall into his stomach, his heart cracked at the thought behind the words, how he’d lost someone so dear to him. Dal would never be here to see him wake, Dal would never wake.

“Dal, he-he can’t-”

“I’m sorry.” Amber rubbed his back and pulled away to look at him, “Do you want to go and see the grave?”

“Not yet.”

As Jack made his way up the mountain to the grave he was glad he didn’t drag Amber and Bray along for the show.

Once he saw the rocks piled he felt that it made everything more real then it had been in the past week.

The tears streamed down his cheeks as his heart throbbed in pain. He took a seat by the rocks and laid his head against them. He clutched at his chest with his right hand, he’d let his left one lay on a few of the rocks.

How would he move on from this? How could he live now, without Dal there to allow him to breathe?

Dal would never walk again, he would never breathe again, and he would never eat, or farm, or smile again. He wouldn’t say ‘I love you’ again, he would never argue with Jack, or make him angry, or be there to console him.

He knew deep down, he had been wrong before. At least when he thought that Dal hated him that Dal had still been alive then. At least then he could see him.

Jack buried his head against the rocks and sobbed.

Yes, he had been wrong. This was what it felt like to die of a broken heart.

Ending Notes:

Wasn’t that about the most sad thing you ever heard/read?

Just writing it made me cry. T_T

I’m going to make a couple more alternate endings fer you guys that did not like this ending, thank you all fer reading my fanfic, and I hope you lot liked it. Come again some time!

Review, please!?

~KaKaVegeGurl

Reckoning

By: Ani Difranco

You can doubt anything if you think about it long enough

Cuz what happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that

And it's hard to feel like you are free when all you seem to do is referee

Remember when it was just you and me steppin' up to bat?

And win or lose

Just that you choose this little war

Is what kills you

And either/or it's that this war

Is maybe also what thrills you

We thought we left possession behind

But truth is I was yours and you were mine

And now I've replayed a thousand times exactly what was said

Cuz nothing is as it appears in the fun-house mirrors of your fears

On the roller coaster of all these years with your hands above your head

And win or lose

Just that you choose this little war

Is what kills you

And either/or it's that this war

Is maybe also what thrills you

I don't care how fast you run

Just tell me, baby, that when you're done with your little marathon

You still got cab fare home cuz the finish line is a shifty thing

And what is life but reckoning and, you know

You are still the song I sing to myself

When I'm alone

And win or lose

Just that we choose this little war

Is what kills us

And either/or it's that this war

Is maybe also what thrills us