Repression, Obsession & Past Life Regression
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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9
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Jill
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Taxes Part 3 - Repression, Obsession, and Past Life Regression
Part 8 of 8: Jill
* * *
By and by, the world returned to Jack and Will. When Will finally opened his eyes, standing above was an angel.
"Always saving me, Elizabeth..." he murmured, then his eyes went wide. "Liz! Um, how'd we get here?" 'Here' was Jack's house, Jack's bed. And Jack, next to him, covering his eyes with one hand and moaning.
"Oh, we dragged you home, drunk off your asses."
"We?" Jack said, shakily. "Who, pray tell, is 'we'?" His hand flew away and his eyes widened. "For the love of God, tell me Norton didn't undress me..."
"You're hardly naked, but now that you mention it..."
"No..."
"Oh, come on, Liz, stop torturing the poor bastards," came an unfamiliar female voice. "If I had to look forward to my ex-husband lecturing me after a bender like that, I'd probably eat my revolver."
"Guys, this is Jill. Jill, guys. I thought it might be nice for you to see a familiar face," Liz said with odd emphasis. "Well, you, anyway, Will - I think you two might've met once or twice."
"Lieutenant Gillian Norton," the woman said, stepping into view. She was tall, round-faced but attractive, with a feathery cap of short hair bleached white-blonde. She was also wearing a police uniform. "Hi. Don't know if you remember me, Will - I'm Greg's ex-wife."
"Oh..." Will said slowly, "I think...I remember..." His eyes were wide, and next to him, Jack made small choking noises.
Liz's smile was entirely too smug.
Jill, oblivious, continued. "Ouch. Looks like you two are in a pretty bad way...luckily you've still got some time to get some real sleep before your week starts. No such luck for me - I've got to be on shift in half an hour. And hey, no lecture, but keep it at home next time? I don't want to see you guys brought in for public intoxication."
"Right, um, look," Will said, "Thanks for this. You really didn't have to..."
"Wasn't a thing," Jill replied, on her way to the door. "Liz is a friend, and she's happily decided to make Greg her problem, so ..." She ducked a swat from the other woman and left.
"Holy shit," Will said, as soon as Jill was out of earshot. "That was..." and at the same time, Jack, with,
"Fuck me. Gillette's a girl."
"You guys don't miss a trick, do you?" Liz sat at Jack's desk chair, swinging hers.
s.
"You could have just told us..."
"Ohhhh, no. You two got to find out exactly the same way I did. The hard way." Then her legs stilled and she leaned forward. "Are you...all...all right now? Really? I mean, it's strange. You feel different to me, now. Like you said before...whole. But Elizabeth thought a shock might be in order, if you were too up in your own heads. Hence Jill. Plus, I...we...needed her help. You lot are heavy."
"We're fine," Jack said, seriously, but with a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth. "*All* of us. I'm pretty sure that Will and I went through a lot of the same issues in our own weird ways. I think we sort of...hashed things out last night."
"I hope Jill doesn't find any hash. She'd have my ass. And she'd tell Greg."
"Liz!"
"What?" But Liz smiled. "Look, I'm glad you're okay. Just...be good to yourselves...each other...I don't know. You know?"
"Oddly enough, yeah."
"'Kay, I've set your alarm. You two should have plenty of time - just get some sleep, okay?"
"Yes, mother."
"Obnoxious pirate.
"
"Which one?"
"Both of you, of course."
"Takes one to know one, love..." Jack called out, and then he fell back against the pillows, true sleep claiming him.
Will slept, but less, and anticipated the alarm by half an hour. He did not hear Jack rise and enter the living room - he'd taken down Jack's guitar and was strumming it softly, singing to himself.
"...as the bombshells of my daily fears explode, I try to trace them to my youth... and then you had to bring up reincarnation over a couple of beers the other night, and now I'm serving time for mistakes made by another in another lifetime..."
He leaned back into the arm that curled around his shoulders, gave a rueful smile, and continued.
"...How long till my soul gets it right, can any human being ever reach that kind of light...I call on the resting soul of Galileo, king of night vision, king of insight..."
Will's voice trailed off, and Jack murmured, "It's all right. It really is."
"I'm sorry, Jack."
"Will, Will, me own Will, this just proves me point about your listening. What'd I just say?" And all of Will felt his heart leap at hearing Sparrow lacing through Byrd's voice once more. "Isn't the first time we've hurt each other, lad, and it won't be the last. We do as we always do, and keep moving." His hands worked their way into Will's hair, eliciting a contented sigh. "Shh. Anyway, that song's meant to be sung in harmony...later. Now...duty calls, dammit. You want to get some coffee started?"
"Mmm. Aye, Captain."
* * *
CODA: Ill Winds
A few hours later and across town, a certain hypnotherapist was entertaining company of an unwelcome, though not unexpected sort. A chittering animal noise announced him, accompanied by a soft jingle.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I told you it didn't have any guarantee of success. All I can do is develop doubt if it exists. Plant the seed, as it were. I did start early - I drugged both of them as soon as they got here and started weighting my phrases to get them wondering. But I can't even say for sure that I brought their past lives out at all, let alone caused any dissonance."
"Well, he always was tricky," came the raw-silk drawl. "And I suppose that was the understatement of the millennium." He stepped closer, in behind her. Her breathing sped up. "I really didn't expect something as interesting as, say, a suicide this time out. This was just a feint." His hand reached up to caress the side of her cheek, then lingered at her neck. She held her breath.
"Oh, relax, love," he said. "I don't kill everyone who fails me. I'm trying to avoid cliché." But then, as soon as her heartbeat calmed, he added, "Still, 'tis nice to have the option."
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END
TMF
...hee hee...oh, crap...
CREDITS:
FIRST: Muchas gracias to Gundam Nymph for the beta!
NEXT - BUNNY CREDITS!:
Okay, I managed to work a bunch of these in, more than I thought. If I miss anyone in my attribus, ls, like I said at the beginning, just holler; I'll own up! Anyway:
*Cleo suggested the ear piercing, as well as Jack commandeering a ship.
*For-Chan suggested Jack seeking out a boat, as well as the software piracy and shoplifting.
*Cin suggested the strip club.
*Karachi came up with white-collar crime; alas Jack didn't have the time.
*Megera thought Jack should check on the current status of the Isle of Death
*Loui, across the pond, gets all credit for the jewelry store heist - thanks, Loui!
*My lovely and talented beta Gundam Nymph thought Jack should drag Will to a theme park, that Jack should dress like a gypsy again (hope all the gold was enough) and that they should go out on a boat. *Megtheotter thought it should be a really fast cigarette boat.
*To all the people who thought Jack should go on the "Pirates" ride - now I'm starting to wish I hadn't said in the Part 1 intro that it didn't exist…
MISC OTHER CREDITY GOODNESS:
There is no Monkey Island 5...yet. I hear it's in the works. "That's the second-scariest zombie ghost pirate I've ever seen!"
Club 33 is real; I've been there; may have embellished a bit, but.... Moreover, at the real D*sneyland, guess which ride it looks out on? Yo and ho.
If *you'd* like to see some of the very interesting things Red Robin does with rum, go here:
http://html.redrobin.com/Menu-SpecialtyDrinks.html
The girl that pierced Jack's ears looks a lot like Jean Grey from Ultimate X-Men, who can be seen here: http://www.fortunecity.com/tattooine/replicant/70/uncannyxmen/jeangrey/jeangrey_ultimate.htm
Lyrics to "Glycerine," by Bush, can be found here: http://www.geocities.com/bushlyrics/sixteen_lyrics/glycerine.html, and http://www.readlyrics.com/more/lyrics/bush/glycerine.html, as well as elsewhere on the Web. I knew I wanted to use a song in that scene, and it became a toss-up as to Bush or Coldplay. Maybe I'll use some Coldplay later. And, maybe I'll use some coldplay later ;).
Yes, another song about reincarnation :) The full text to "Galileo," by the Indigo Girls, can be found here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/lyrics/12289/Indigo_Girls/Galileo/ , among other places. I've got more, too - next will probably be the red-headed stranger.
That's all, folks. Muses be willing, I'll see you in Part 4.
--
TMF
Taxes Part 3 - Repression, Obsession, and Past Life Regression
Part 8 of 8: Jill
* * *
By and by, the world returned to Jack and Will. When Will finally opened his eyes, standing above was an angel.
"Always saving me, Elizabeth..." he murmured, then his eyes went wide. "Liz! Um, how'd we get here?" 'Here' was Jack's house, Jack's bed. And Jack, next to him, covering his eyes with one hand and moaning.
"Oh, we dragged you home, drunk off your asses."
"We?" Jack said, shakily. "Who, pray tell, is 'we'?" His hand flew away and his eyes widened. "For the love of God, tell me Norton didn't undress me..."
"You're hardly naked, but now that you mention it..."
"No..."
"Oh, come on, Liz, stop torturing the poor bastards," came an unfamiliar female voice. "If I had to look forward to my ex-husband lecturing me after a bender like that, I'd probably eat my revolver."
"Guys, this is Jill. Jill, guys. I thought it might be nice for you to see a familiar face," Liz said with odd emphasis. "Well, you, anyway, Will - I think you two might've met once or twice."
"Lieutenant Gillian Norton," the woman said, stepping into view. She was tall, round-faced but attractive, with a feathery cap of short hair bleached white-blonde. She was also wearing a police uniform. "Hi. Don't know if you remember me, Will - I'm Greg's ex-wife."
"Oh..." Will said slowly, "I think...I remember..." His eyes were wide, and next to him, Jack made small choking noises.
Liz's smile was entirely too smug.
Jill, oblivious, continued. "Ouch. Looks like you two are in a pretty bad way...luckily you've still got some time to get some real sleep before your week starts. No such luck for me - I've got to be on shift in half an hour. And hey, no lecture, but keep it at home next time? I don't want to see you guys brought in for public intoxication."
"Right, um, look," Will said, "Thanks for this. You really didn't have to..."
"Wasn't a thing," Jill replied, on her way to the door. "Liz is a friend, and she's happily decided to make Greg her problem, so ..." She ducked a swat from the other woman and left.
"Holy shit," Will said, as soon as Jill was out of earshot. "That was..." and at the same time, Jack, with,
"Fuck me. Gillette's a girl."
"You guys don't miss a trick, do you?" Liz sat at Jack's desk chair, swinging hers.
s.
"You could have just told us..."
"Ohhhh, no. You two got to find out exactly the same way I did. The hard way." Then her legs stilled and she leaned forward. "Are you...all...all right now? Really? I mean, it's strange. You feel different to me, now. Like you said before...whole. But Elizabeth thought a shock might be in order, if you were too up in your own heads. Hence Jill. Plus, I...we...needed her help. You lot are heavy."
"We're fine," Jack said, seriously, but with a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth. "*All* of us. I'm pretty sure that Will and I went through a lot of the same issues in our own weird ways. I think we sort of...hashed things out last night."
"I hope Jill doesn't find any hash. She'd have my ass. And she'd tell Greg."
"Liz!"
"What?" But Liz smiled. "Look, I'm glad you're okay. Just...be good to yourselves...each other...I don't know. You know?"
"Oddly enough, yeah."
"'Kay, I've set your alarm. You two should have plenty of time - just get some sleep, okay?"
"Yes, mother."
"Obnoxious pirate.
"
"Which one?"
"Both of you, of course."
"Takes one to know one, love..." Jack called out, and then he fell back against the pillows, true sleep claiming him.
Will slept, but less, and anticipated the alarm by half an hour. He did not hear Jack rise and enter the living room - he'd taken down Jack's guitar and was strumming it softly, singing to himself.
"...as the bombshells of my daily fears explode, I try to trace them to my youth... and then you had to bring up reincarnation over a couple of beers the other night, and now I'm serving time for mistakes made by another in another lifetime..."
He leaned back into the arm that curled around his shoulders, gave a rueful smile, and continued.
"...How long till my soul gets it right, can any human being ever reach that kind of light...I call on the resting soul of Galileo, king of night vision, king of insight..."
Will's voice trailed off, and Jack murmured, "It's all right. It really is."
"I'm sorry, Jack."
"Will, Will, me own Will, this just proves me point about your listening. What'd I just say?" And all of Will felt his heart leap at hearing Sparrow lacing through Byrd's voice once more. "Isn't the first time we've hurt each other, lad, and it won't be the last. We do as we always do, and keep moving." His hands worked their way into Will's hair, eliciting a contented sigh. "Shh. Anyway, that song's meant to be sung in harmony...later. Now...duty calls, dammit. You want to get some coffee started?"
"Mmm. Aye, Captain."
* * *
CODA: Ill Winds
A few hours later and across town, a certain hypnotherapist was entertaining company of an unwelcome, though not unexpected sort. A chittering animal noise announced him, accompanied by a soft jingle.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I told you it didn't have any guarantee of success. All I can do is develop doubt if it exists. Plant the seed, as it were. I did start early - I drugged both of them as soon as they got here and started weighting my phrases to get them wondering. But I can't even say for sure that I brought their past lives out at all, let alone caused any dissonance."
"Well, he always was tricky," came the raw-silk drawl. "And I suppose that was the understatement of the millennium." He stepped closer, in behind her. Her breathing sped up. "I really didn't expect something as interesting as, say, a suicide this time out. This was just a feint." His hand reached up to caress the side of her cheek, then lingered at her neck. She held her breath.
"Oh, relax, love," he said. "I don't kill everyone who fails me. I'm trying to avoid cliché." But then, as soon as her heartbeat calmed, he added, "Still, 'tis nice to have the option."
------
END
TMF
...hee hee...oh, crap...
CREDITS:
FIRST: Muchas gracias to Gundam Nymph for the beta!
NEXT - BUNNY CREDITS!:
Okay, I managed to work a bunch of these in, more than I thought. If I miss anyone in my attribus, ls, like I said at the beginning, just holler; I'll own up! Anyway:
*Cleo suggested the ear piercing, as well as Jack commandeering a ship.
*For-Chan suggested Jack seeking out a boat, as well as the software piracy and shoplifting.
*Cin suggested the strip club.
*Karachi came up with white-collar crime; alas Jack didn't have the time.
*Megera thought Jack should check on the current status of the Isle of Death
*Loui, across the pond, gets all credit for the jewelry store heist - thanks, Loui!
*My lovely and talented beta Gundam Nymph thought Jack should drag Will to a theme park, that Jack should dress like a gypsy again (hope all the gold was enough) and that they should go out on a boat. *Megtheotter thought it should be a really fast cigarette boat.
*To all the people who thought Jack should go on the "Pirates" ride - now I'm starting to wish I hadn't said in the Part 1 intro that it didn't exist…
MISC OTHER CREDITY GOODNESS:
There is no Monkey Island 5...yet. I hear it's in the works. "That's the second-scariest zombie ghost pirate I've ever seen!"
Club 33 is real; I've been there; may have embellished a bit, but.... Moreover, at the real D*sneyland, guess which ride it looks out on? Yo and ho.
If *you'd* like to see some of the very interesting things Red Robin does with rum, go here:
http://html.redrobin.com/Menu-SpecialtyDrinks.html
The girl that pierced Jack's ears looks a lot like Jean Grey from Ultimate X-Men, who can be seen here: http://www.fortunecity.com/tattooine/replicant/70/uncannyxmen/jeangrey/jeangrey_ultimate.htm
Lyrics to "Glycerine," by Bush, can be found here: http://www.geocities.com/bushlyrics/sixteen_lyrics/glycerine.html, and http://www.readlyrics.com/more/lyrics/bush/glycerine.html, as well as elsewhere on the Web. I knew I wanted to use a song in that scene, and it became a toss-up as to Bush or Coldplay. Maybe I'll use some Coldplay later. And, maybe I'll use some coldplay later ;).
Yes, another song about reincarnation :) The full text to "Galileo," by the Indigo Girls, can be found here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/lyrics/12289/Indigo_Girls/Galileo/ , among other places. I've got more, too - next will probably be the red-headed stranger.
That's all, folks. Muses be willing, I'll see you in Part 4.
--
TMF