It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
Jack awoke; sweat glistening on his half-nude body. The woman he loved lay next to him, her eyes closed; smiling contently. Resting his hand on her head, he gazed out into space, not truly looking at anything specific. He wasn't there anymore. He didn't have to see him every single day now.
The darkness however, that he was one with. All that mattered to him was here, in the darkness of the night. Jack looked over to the warm body lying next to him. How had he gotten so lucky to have her? When had she dropped into his life, the angel that she was? He smirked, slowly stroking her hair.
He cast his mind back to the first time he had met her. It was at the small café, must have been three or four years back, the name had always escaped him. Hell, he had only gone there once in his life, the luckiest accident in his life. She had been with her cousin, her cousins…. Wife, he guessed he could call her. Never really found out if they were truly married, or if the two were just living together. Then there was her other cousin, the one with the icy stare that could stop a heart if she truly wished it to.
His girlfriend moved in her sleep, cuddling closer to him, and effectively cutting off his thoughts. A small smile replaced the smirk on his face. Pulling himself closer to the love of his life, he laid a kiss on her forehead. She smiled softly, and sighed appreciatively in her sleep. Taking one last look at her before he settled back into his bed, trying to fall asleep, he whispered her name; "Joss Possible, my heart."
Three Years Previous
Jack stared at the bar. He had hoped for a well-lit, clean place, and while it certainly fit the description of well-lit, it was most definitely not clean. But, damn was he hungry. And it wasn't like anything else would be open at one o'clock in the morning. And his feet were killing him. So this…bar would have to do. Entering, he quickly located a seat at the bar. Combat boots stained with mud clomped as he approached the bar, slinging his camouflage backpack by his side. Hell, he probably wouldn't care if it got stolen, it had nothing of value.
The bartender wandered over, her short hair slopped to the side. Giving him a quick glance over, she nodded. "How long were you over there?"
"Three years. I just got back today." The bartender grinned at that statement, and Jack gave a questioning look.
"I mean, talk about luck! You just missed the 'don't ask don't tell'-" Jack quickly interrupted the bartender.
"Wait! I'm not…. I mean there is nothing wrong….. But I'm not… well…. I mean if you are-" The bartender started laughing. He stopped; his face flushed a dark red.
"It's fine. I just thought you have known, this is locally well known as a gay bar, but we don't discriminate. Sorry, I just assumed. Are you going to stay in town for long?" Jack slowly nodded.
"Yeah, I just moved before I went over. So, I guess I am staying here for a while. Middleton, it's a nice place I've heard. The university is nice also. I'm actually teaching a course there for a year. About conflict in the Middle East, and its effects on the economy, and foreign relations. It was what I majored in at West Point."
The bartender nodded slowly, and then shook her head. "Yeah, that's going to be a killer class. All the kids will just be running to take that class." The two shared a laugh. "Anyway, I should get you a beer. Want anything else?"
"You do food?" Jack asked, after considering for a moment. The bartender shook her head."
"Sorry no. There just isn't that much demand for food here. I mean, we do have pretzels if that's okay, but no meals."
"That's okay. It's not majorly important. I'll just grab some pretzels then." The bartender wandered off to grab some pretzels while he sat there. Suddenly loud voices erupted from the other bar goers.
"Back off!" One of the voices screamed out. Jack was on his feet before he even realized what he was doing.
"What? You're straight; I'm straight, so why wouldn't we get together?" Jack got closer, though there was a moment of silence before the screaming began once again.
"Why the hell not?!" The voice, male, was clearly intoxicated. Jack continued closer. Three years of service had lead to this automatic reaction. Shouting equated response. A simple formula that had been drilled into his skull.
A loud yelp, then a thud, ringed out through the bar, just as Jack reached the commotion. The intoxicated male was now unconscious, seemingly taken out by one of the three women standing. A fourth was sitting down, a smile on her face. At that moment, Jack suddenly stopped, enchanted by the beautiful smiling woman. Unfortunately his forward momentum worked against him, causing him to crash into the table next to them. Suddenly everyone was now staring at him, once again a blush on his face.
Then the smiling woman started to laugh. Her laugh, it was like a wind chime, soft and melodious. His blush deepened, as thoughts flew through his head. The other three women stared at him. Finally, one of them, black hair (and green skin, most odd now that he noticed this), began to laugh, the red head also laughed, tension utterly shattered. Only the blonde did not laugh, it seemed as though she was staring at him, in order to kill him.
"So," The black haired woman began, "GI Joe, comes rushing in to save the day, but finds it saved by my Pumpkin. I have totally seen this happen before."
"Shego, come on, don't tease the man. I'm sure he had good intentions." The red head started. The blonde merely sat down. Jack's eyes, however, had not left the smiling woman. All of them seemed to notice this, but luckily it was not mentioned. Voices continued, as Jack zoned out, contemplating the events of tonight.
"So GI Joe, you going to join us?" The black haired woman, (apparently named Shego… that name was familiar for some reason), apparently had asked for at least the second time. He nodded slowly, before picking himself up, and nodding. Pulling up an additional chair to the table, he was silent for a moment, until a mug of beer was brought to him.
End Chapter One
A/N: YAY! Another story that I'll start!
Anyway, two important things about this chapter: First and foremost, this is a continuation of Starving Lunatics series Pariah. All original characters from there will be making an appearance, and is owned by Starving Lunatic. Other characters is owned by Disney. Leaving Jack, who is totally mine.
Two) This work will contain some flipping through time, for example, Jack will be doing something, and remember a different event, that I'll explain later. So, if there is an inconsistency between two sections (for example in this part he originally calls it a café, when it is a bar) that is most likely intentionally.
Anyway, please Review. Or at least give me some indication that you have read this ficlet. Or prepare to face the evilest plot ever!
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