Pairing: Jack/Ann, Jimmy
Spoiler: This is set at the end of the movie, so if you haven't seen it I would suggest you pass this one.
Summary: Jack thinks about the ghosts that haunt his life.
Disclaimer: I do not own King Kong nor any of the characters associated with it.
Authors Note: Ok, this is my first Kong fic, I'm not sure if I like it, so be honest with me. Criticism is welcome.
Jack has lived with ghosts for as long as he can remember. They're the wispy images from long past that float by his eyes when he imagines a play. They're the echoing laugh of a man or woman long forgotten that forms the first piece of a new character he's just beginning to discover. He knows what it's like to be locked in a room with nothing for company but the unseen specters that guide his pen, and press the keys of his typewriter. He isn't afraid of these ghosts. They're his partners, his guides. He can give them form and tell their stories so that the world will hear them and ensure that at least a part of what they once were will be remembered. In return they don't drive him insane.
But Jack is the exception, and he knows this. Jack knows that there are many who can't strike bargains with their ghosts. He understands that these people, if left to their own devices, will be crushed by the weigh of these phantoms. Quickly if they're lucky, slowly if they're not. It's why Jack brings Jimmy, the life-sized ghost of Hayes and the formless specters that made the shadows in the boy's eyes long before they crossed paths into his two-room apartment. Setting up what he can't help but think is a temporary camp for god only knows how long.
Neither one of them can ever sleep. Jack slaves over his Underwood, churning out scripts and plays where the characters always have one ear listening for the roar of an unseen beast. He ignores the daylight and focuses on the starlight trying to exercise the floating image of Ann. She's the one ghost he's afraid of because she's taken his own story and woven it into hers with such tight knots and stitches that he doesn't think they'll ever be allow to separate. Jimmy keeps to himself, sitting out on the balcony re-reading Heart of Darkness and sniffing about for an answer Jack doesn't have the heart to tell him can't be found. Both of them trying to carve out a life amidst the many flickering images that have settled around their eyes, and burrowed deep into their skins.