Well my goodness, but Jonah didn't have anything on me!!!! I think I'm definitely turning into Jobette, having Jonahish days.
So, sorry for the late and only post...but, touch wood -- tomorrow I actually have the night off, so who knows what might happen?Sue couldn’t prevent the startled scream that escaped her lips at their sudden plunge into darkness. Frightening memories dredged up from the past caused her reaction to be more severe then the situation warranted. She fought the rising panic by clamping down hard, biting the inside of her lower lip in her effort to repress the instinctive fear that welled within her. There were a number of things that frightened her, but very few that terrified her and being immersed into complete darkness was one of them.
Jack instinctively reacted to Sue's heart-wrenching cry by drawing her even closer into his embrace. Blinded by the lack of light he relied on his other senses to process information and formulate a plan and first off he had to ease Sue's panic-stricken state.
He couldn't blame her. His own heart was suddenly racing and every sound took on a sinister twist when he wasn't able to see its source. It left him feeling helpless and exposed and it had to be much more debilitating for Sue. He felt her body stiffen as she fought for control and his heart constricted with sympathy at her valiant struggle.
I finger spelled OK into her hand... A childish whisper teased his mind, a prompting that he was too good to ignore. He groped for her hand and quickly formed the letters in a brief, silent communication of concern. She settled almost immediately.
"I'm sorry Jack, I shouldn't be such a baby," she began, but he hugged her close, muffling her words into his chest. He couldn’t stand to hear her berate herself.
O-K he signed again and then held her hand as he listened to the bungling noises around them.
"Sorry -- just a minute. I have an alternative energy source somewhere here...ah..." The saleslady's face appeared, glowing eerily in a suffused golden light, which seemed to bob unaided at her head. Jack nudged Sue who turned her face towards the light, squinting to try to make out the words of the ghostly apparition. "Doubtless it's Albert up to his tinkering again. A dear boy, but a few coils short of a full slinky, if you get my drift. But he does try and we like to give A for effort where it counts. He's gone and short-circuited something in that electrical box again I daresay. I hope you aren't too distressed, my dear."
Sue managed a weak smile and tried to pull herself away from the solid comfort of Jack's chest. He wouldn't let her. "I'm fine -- really. I had a horrible experience as a child, and it's made me more sensitive than I should be." She felt Jack's hand stroking her back soothingly and she wanted to bury her face against him again -- this time from embarrassment. She felt like such a fool.
"I guess we won't be doing much shopping tonight," Jack told the clerk. "Maybe we can take a rain check on the bells..."
"...and the mistletoe?" the sharp old lady asked pointedly though Sue didn't catch that.
Jack cleared his throat by way of a non-committal answer and began shuffling towards the door, guiding Sue around the shadowy shapes along the aisle. Once outside he let Levi lead the way back to the car. On the drive home Sue kept up a steady chatter on a variety of subjects save for the one uppermost in both their minds. Jack let her ramble, it was so unlike her usual steady, thoughtful conversations. He parked in front of her apartment and turned to gently confront her.
O-K he asked this time and waited expectantly for the truth.
Sue nodded her head ruefully and signed sorry. “I feel so foolish.”
"For what?" Jack asked, in pretend ignorance.
She rolled her eyes at him and shrugged her shoulders.
"It must have been quite a scare," he said sympathetically.
She didn't pretend not to know what he was referring to. "It was terrifying, though my parents say it never happened, but I remember it so vividly."
"Tell me about it," Jack encouraged.
"There's not much to tell. Everything suddenly went back. I lost all sense of time and space...my bearings. I was someplace unfamiliar anyway so that didn't help. Someone was pinning me down and the harder I struggled the more I was restrained. It was terrifying. I just wanted to fight my way free and run forever."
Jack listened, an odd sense of something not quite clear forming in his mind. It was as if Sue was relating a memory from his own past. He captured snatches in the retelling. A keening wail, the flailing struggles of a young child, a friend helping to hold her down, another one calming her with two simple signs. The fragments teased his memory to life.
"Jack?"
"I'm listening," he responded automatically, "but Sue what you're saying sounds so familiar to me it feels like I..."
"...was there too?" Sue asked eagerly, feeling suddenly bonded to him in a way she never had before. There was something more here, something tangible that she couldn't yet touch, but she could almost see.
"Yeah." He fell silent, as doubts flooded his mind. Children struggling with nightmarish fears of the dark had always been a universal problem. Her story was probably triggering his own latent struggles with the issue. He obviously hadn’t been as traumatized by the incident as Sue and had managed to put it completely aside. Feeling infinitely better about his psychological analysis, he smiled reassuringly at her. "We've all had similar experiences, Sue. Nothing to be ashamed of. C'mon, it's getting late. I'll walk you up."
She shouldn't be feeling such a keen sense of disappointment, Sue reflected as they walked up the stairs to her apartment, but she couldn't shake the impression that they'd just backtracked a mile...and they'd only been taking baby steps as it was.
He nearly kissed you; a voice inside her head reminded her.
Maybe -- and maybe that was just my desperate imagination playing tricks on me. The magic of the night faded a bit, and the pivotal moment she was sure she'd never forget suddenly seemed mere naive and foolish dreams.
He could feel her withdrawal with every step they took and he was helpless to bridge the chasm. Levi led the way to her apartment door and sat down to study it intently as if his undivided attention would magically swing it open. Jack chuckled. "Someone's ready for bed." They were safe words, neutral, friendly but not...not the impassioned plea he longed to fling at her. Not the heated words he wanted to breathe against her skin as he took his time cherishing her with his mouth, his hands, his...Jack steered his mind away from its lustful wanderings. He should be adept at it by now. Especially lately -- since Simon and Dan Malone and most recently Jonathan had succeeded in showing him just how vulnerable he could be.
"I guess, that is a hint," Sue agreed, rummaging through her purse for her keys. Producing them, she unlocked the door and opened it just wide enough for Levi to slip inside. She let the leash drop so that he could eagerly seek out Lucy for an enthusiastic greeting. "Thanks, Jack for...everything. It was wonderful...tonight...in spite of the black out or whatever it was."
Jack traced the length of her hair from the top of her head to the wispy end of one strand, his finger caressing her cheek and jaw and shoulder in the process. "You're welcome. I enjoyed myself too. I'd like to do it again sometime...soon." He held his breath, knowing his eyes betrayed the depth of his feeling, his casual words belying the seriousness behind his offer. He was rewarded by a shy smile. She was a little embarrassed, he thought and it looked good on her.
"I'd like that too, Jack," she agreed so softly that he almost didn't catch the words.
His hand rested on her shoulder. "Then you wouldn't mind a repeat of tonight...say tomorrow?"
Sue's stomach did a somersault and she wasn't sure that it landed right side up. Hope surged again. "That would be...nice," she stuttered suddenly nervous.
"Nice?" Jack asked, making a face that set Sue to laughing. " A guy likes to think an evening in his company would rate a bit more memorable description than nice."
"Well, maybe you'll have to work on your delivery tomorrow night, Hudson," Sue quipped feeling suddenly outrageously giddy and daring.
His eyes alight with laughter he shook his finger at her and advanced playfully. "Maybe I should work on tonight's delivery before I go. You know practice to make sure I get it right for tomorrow..." He had her cornered against the wall in the hallway. Her back against the doorframe and she stood her ground refusing to back down from the challenge in his eyes.
He was looking at her in that new way of he had, his gaze holding her captive. She wet her lips in nervous anticipation, as she suffered thought a riot of contradictory emotions. And he just stared.
“What are you thinking, Jack?”
“Happy Christmas thoughts,” he replied without any hesitation…
and they definittely involve mistletoe.It was an unusual phrase, one that she hadn’t seen him use before and yet it stirred an answering cord within.
“Jack? What’s happening here?” she asked, half in awe and half in fear.
“Magic,” he replied reverently.