Photograph, Jack/Sky
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anitabuchanTitle: Photograph
Relationship: Jack/Sky
Rating: PG
A/N: Yay! PRSW7 complete. Just 15 more to go...
Jack lay on Sky’s bed, too used to being ignored to seek attention. Talking to Sky while the other boy fiddled with one of his little aeroplanes would only annoy him; better to wait and be rewarded for his patience later.
As he did, he looked around the familiar room. Both Sky and Bridge were neat, though Jack was never sure if it was Bridge being naturally so or Sky terrifying him into being tidy. Either way, Bridge’s side held more clutter, though all organised on shelves and tables.
Sky’s side held little. Books, plenty of those. A computer, standard SPD issue, with a few attachments Jack guessed Bridge had added. Model aeroplanes, a clock on the bedside table, box of tissues, lamp…and, of course, The Photograph. Jack felt it needed capital letters.
Bridge had several: one of him, Sky and Syd before Jack and Z arrived, one of all five of them, one of his parents, one of his entire family, each looking as crazy as the last, and two of his dog.
Sky, of course, just had the one. Jack wasn’t sure if it could really be called a photograph anymore. The word didn’t seem to do it justice. It was more a meditative object or religious icon, for all the time Sky sat staring at it when he felt depressed.
Kind of gloomy, really, that the only picture Sky had was of him and his dead dad. Probably had a lot to do with his state of mind.
Which gave him an idea. He sat up, swinging his legs of the bed, and headed for the door. Sky looked up in alarm. “Jack? Where are you going? I’m almost finished…”
“Chill. I’ll be back in a bit.” Jack grinned as he stepped out into the hall. “There’s something I need to get.”
*
“Syd?”
Jack stood in the doorway, not sure how to respond to the sight of his teammate brandishing a sword in his direction. Syd just smiled. “Oh, hey, Jack. Was there anything you wanted?”
He took that as an invitation to go in, stepping over to Z’s half of the room. He felt safer there. “Um, yeah. I wanted a photo for Sky.”
She frowned, picking up a sheath on her bed and sliding the sword inside. Jack watched it go with relief. “A photo?” she asked. “What for?”
“Well, he’s only got the one, hasn’t he? That picture of his dad. I thought it would be nice if he had, you know, a happy photo.”
“A happy photo.”
“Yeah.” Wasn’t Syd supposed to be the one who loved ideas like this? “To cheer him up, like.”
“I’m not sure if happy-photos are Sky’s sort of thing.”
“Well, they’re becoming his thing, right after I give him one. Have you got any?”
She hesitated, before pulling an unnervingly big box from out under her bed. “I keep all my photos in here,” she said, plucking a feathered pink album off the top. “What sort of photo are you looking for?”
“Something happy.” Something with Jack in it would be nice as well, though a photo in which Sky was both with Jack and looked happy seemed a bit much to ask for. “With the group, you know.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Sky doesn’t like having his photo taken.”
Why didn’t that surprise him? “Oh, come on. Like he could resist you.”
That got the desired smile, and Syd pulled out another album from beneath the first. “Look through there, while I search this. These are all my most recent ones.”
*
The longer he looked, the more he though Syd might have been right. There were pictures of Sky with Syd, Sky with Drew, Sky with Bridge, and various combinations of the four. There were a few group ones, normally in which Sky was pointedly ignoring the camera or leaning as far away from everyone else as possible.
“I think it’s really sweet you’re doing this, you know,” Syd told him.
Jack gritted his teeth, remembering the downsides of telling anything to his blond-haired teammate. “It’s not sweet, okay? Can we just get that straight? This is not sweet.”
“Yes, it is. It shows you really care about him. You want him to be happy.”
Jack paused, trying to think of a way he could deny that without insulting Sky. “Shut up.”
Okay, so not exactly the type of comeback he’d imagined.
Syd just grinned. “You know, you owe me for this.”
“What?”
“Well, wouldn’t it be nice to have some kind of a party for Christmas? I told the Commander I could organise one, no problem, but he just started backing away and said I didn’t have the authority.”
“And I do?”
“Please, Jack.”
Jack paused, torn between imagining what a party organised by Syd would be like, and imagining what he and Sky could do at said party.
“Hey,” said Syd, without waiting for him to answer her previous comment, “I found one of you two!”
Jack leaned over to inspect it. “He’s looking at me like he wants to kill me!”
“Jack, that’s how he normally looks at you.”
Jack had just thought up an extremely witty response when the alarm started to blare. Syd shrugged, dropping the handful she was holding back into the box. “Let’s go.”
*
The after-mission briefing took long enough that he forgot the photo-idea. He only remembered a few days later when he walked in Bridge and Sky’s room, to see a new purple-framed photograph sitting on Sky’s bedside table.
It took him a moment to work out: red plus blue equals purple, a colour close enough to pink to make Syd happy.
He flopped onto Sky’s bed, to see the familiar sight of him laughing while Sky glared, him leaning towards Sky while Sky leaned away. For some reason, it looked different framed and sitting beside The Photograph. More meaningful. More…
He’d have to let Syd organise a Christmas party.
List of 22: Photograph.
Relationship: Jack/Sky
Rating: PG
A/N: Yay! PRSW7 complete. Just 15 more to go...
Jack lay on Sky’s bed, too used to being ignored to seek attention. Talking to Sky while the other boy fiddled with one of his little aeroplanes would only annoy him; better to wait and be rewarded for his patience later.
As he did, he looked around the familiar room. Both Sky and Bridge were neat, though Jack was never sure if it was Bridge being naturally so or Sky terrifying him into being tidy. Either way, Bridge’s side held more clutter, though all organised on shelves and tables.
Sky’s side held little. Books, plenty of those. A computer, standard SPD issue, with a few attachments Jack guessed Bridge had added. Model aeroplanes, a clock on the bedside table, box of tissues, lamp…and, of course, The Photograph. Jack felt it needed capital letters.
Bridge had several: one of him, Sky and Syd before Jack and Z arrived, one of all five of them, one of his parents, one of his entire family, each looking as crazy as the last, and two of his dog.
Sky, of course, just had the one. Jack wasn’t sure if it could really be called a photograph anymore. The word didn’t seem to do it justice. It was more a meditative object or religious icon, for all the time Sky sat staring at it when he felt depressed.
Kind of gloomy, really, that the only picture Sky had was of him and his dead dad. Probably had a lot to do with his state of mind.
Which gave him an idea. He sat up, swinging his legs of the bed, and headed for the door. Sky looked up in alarm. “Jack? Where are you going? I’m almost finished…”
“Chill. I’ll be back in a bit.” Jack grinned as he stepped out into the hall. “There’s something I need to get.”
*
“Syd?”
Jack stood in the doorway, not sure how to respond to the sight of his teammate brandishing a sword in his direction. Syd just smiled. “Oh, hey, Jack. Was there anything you wanted?”
He took that as an invitation to go in, stepping over to Z’s half of the room. He felt safer there. “Um, yeah. I wanted a photo for Sky.”
She frowned, picking up a sheath on her bed and sliding the sword inside. Jack watched it go with relief. “A photo?” she asked. “What for?”
“Well, he’s only got the one, hasn’t he? That picture of his dad. I thought it would be nice if he had, you know, a happy photo.”
“A happy photo.”
“Yeah.” Wasn’t Syd supposed to be the one who loved ideas like this? “To cheer him up, like.”
“I’m not sure if happy-photos are Sky’s sort of thing.”
“Well, they’re becoming his thing, right after I give him one. Have you got any?”
She hesitated, before pulling an unnervingly big box from out under her bed. “I keep all my photos in here,” she said, plucking a feathered pink album off the top. “What sort of photo are you looking for?”
“Something happy.” Something with Jack in it would be nice as well, though a photo in which Sky was both with Jack and looked happy seemed a bit much to ask for. “With the group, you know.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Sky doesn’t like having his photo taken.”
Why didn’t that surprise him? “Oh, come on. Like he could resist you.”
That got the desired smile, and Syd pulled out another album from beneath the first. “Look through there, while I search this. These are all my most recent ones.”
*
The longer he looked, the more he though Syd might have been right. There were pictures of Sky with Syd, Sky with Drew, Sky with Bridge, and various combinations of the four. There were a few group ones, normally in which Sky was pointedly ignoring the camera or leaning as far away from everyone else as possible.
“I think it’s really sweet you’re doing this, you know,” Syd told him.
Jack gritted his teeth, remembering the downsides of telling anything to his blond-haired teammate. “It’s not sweet, okay? Can we just get that straight? This is not sweet.”
“Yes, it is. It shows you really care about him. You want him to be happy.”
Jack paused, trying to think of a way he could deny that without insulting Sky. “Shut up.”
Okay, so not exactly the type of comeback he’d imagined.
Syd just grinned. “You know, you owe me for this.”
“What?”
“Well, wouldn’t it be nice to have some kind of a party for Christmas? I told the Commander I could organise one, no problem, but he just started backing away and said I didn’t have the authority.”
“And I do?”
“Please, Jack.”
Jack paused, torn between imagining what a party organised by Syd would be like, and imagining what he and Sky could do at said party.
“Hey,” said Syd, without waiting for him to answer her previous comment, “I found one of you two!”
Jack leaned over to inspect it. “He’s looking at me like he wants to kill me!”
“Jack, that’s how he normally looks at you.”
Jack had just thought up an extremely witty response when the alarm started to blare. Syd shrugged, dropping the handful she was holding back into the box. “Let’s go.”
*
The after-mission briefing took long enough that he forgot the photo-idea. He only remembered a few days later when he walked in Bridge and Sky’s room, to see a new purple-framed photograph sitting on Sky’s bedside table.
It took him a moment to work out: red plus blue equals purple, a colour close enough to pink to make Syd happy.
He flopped onto Sky’s bed, to see the familiar sight of him laughing while Sky glared, him leaning towards Sky while Sky leaned away. For some reason, it looked different framed and sitting beside The Photograph. More meaningful. More…
He’d have to let Syd organise a Christmas party.
List of 22: Photograph.
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