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championoftime ([personal profile] championoftime) wrote2012-06-08 09:46 pm

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[He can't take his eye off his inmate for too long because that is a very seriously volatile conversation. But he needs to quickly say something.]

This is the Doctor. And if you're out there, and you've travelled with me...

Take care of yourself. Make a better future. I'm going to be somewhere in it, sometime.

[Whether he gets responses or not, this is at least said.]
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-11 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[The door is locked -- it's always going to be locked, now -- but he answers it quickly, letting him in. The room is half-dark, the curtains drawn over the huge windows that usually let blank light in; Jesse's communicator sits abandoned on the table, switched off.

Jesse himself is maybe sort of a snapshot of what went down, because it's clear that he's been through a wreck over the last couple of hours, tearstained and rumpled, but up close, there's definitely a kind of peace to him. Not
happy, but... still. He's not even smoking.

He waits till the door is locked again before speaking.]


It's over.
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-11 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head, not to show that he doesn't understand, but that he understands all too well what he means: it's a gesture of finality.]

All of it. It's all... I told him goodbye. I told him it was over.

[He tells this information to the floor, but as soon as it's out of him, he looks up at his warden, looking for something. Approval? Confirmation? Reassurance? Maybe not, because he doesn't seem uncertain at all about it; there's even something like pride behind his eyes. But maybe he just needs to be reminded, after hanging up on the man who changed his life so much -- for better or worse -- that that's a good thing.]
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[It's the perfect thing to say at that moment. Jesse smiles, if tiredly, and leans into the touch without collapsing into it.

There's more he wants to say, but he takes a minute to gather his thoughts, assembling them into something coherent before he speaks.]


You were wrong, you know. [It's not accusatory, and he sort of shakes his head, to say that he doesn't need to be interrupted or corrected, here.] Not about-- what he did. You weren't wrong about that. It's right there in the file, and anyway, he admitted to it. He says... said... it was his biggest regret.

[His lips thin a little at that; he's not sure how to feel about that. He's not sure how to feel about any of it, but that's why he's still talking, after all.]

But... the why. It wasn't about power, it wasn't about control. Or not just that, anyways. I mean, maybe I'm stupid or naive or brainwashed to believe any of that, or to believe anything he says, but... I do.
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-11 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't want to, really... but he's starting to understand what can and can't be changed. Even when the Doctor told him, when there was nothing to feel but hate, there was a part of him that said he had to be missing something. Now that he finally has the whole truth laid out before him, he knows it's right. And he knows he can't stop caring, even if it's not.]

He says he did it to protect me. That he-- he figured it was her life or mine, that it'd get me off the dope if she died, and...

["It will always be you, Jesse. Do you understand? I will always choose you."]

And, um. [He's getting choked up, now, but he pushes on.] I get it, I do, because that was the same way with Gale. I tried... so hard not to do it. I begged him to stop, call the cops, whatever it took. And we should've, I know that now, just like he should've called the ambulance. But I still... when he called me, told me to do it, I still thought the same thing. I still did it.
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-11 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He sniffles, recovering a little.] I left her a message. Before I called you. Just... to say I'm okay, and all, and it's over with. And I'm not asking for nothing, but she can get my money, for the house I promised her, if she wants it.

[Again, a beat; this time, he takes it to catch his breath, push back the tears.] I told her... I'm probably getting out of here soon. [He catches his warden's eye.] Right?
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-11 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
[BECAUSE REASONS, DOCTOR. Jesse shrugs.] Maybe.

Except... that doesn't mean I have to apologize to Narvin, does it?
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-11 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
[What about how much harm Narvin did? he wants to shoot back, but literally the last thing he wants to do right now is argue, so he sighs and lets it go.]

I did. I mean, on my end... I'm not gonna make her answer me, especially if she's still pissed off. Honestly, man, she might be better off not.
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-11 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He almost smiles at the half a joke, but shakes his head.] I'm not gonna wait on it. [Although he may as well, because it's not like he has any plans to leave the room right now, or really any plans that don't involve just sitting and staring at the walls until he feels a little less numb.]
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-12 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
You don't have to. [It's said a little too quickly, eyes darting; if the Doctor pauses, or looks at him, he'll hesitate, look away again.]

It's... he... [He toys with the edge of a sleeve, biting his lip, his voice dropping back into the small.]

He called me his son.
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-15 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Jesse doesn't know how to answer that, so he stays quiet, drawing his knees up against his chest. He knew for a while it was like that between them, deep down... Maybe not even so deep. There's a reason he'd only tried to call him by his first name once -- twice, now -- and it wasn't a distance thing. There's a reason they'd both understood the words never give up on family meant each other.

But he never expected the guy to say that. That he was loved. And Christ if it hadn't made it a thousand times harder to turn the communicator off after hearing it.

But he still had.]
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-06-16 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods and rests his chin on his knees, childish, even as he thinks back on the conversation that he knows was anything but.]

I... told him I knew, and I said... if he really loved me, he'd turn himself in. [His eyes are damp, but he's not crying anymore, not right now; he just stares at the floor, seeing the last tableaux of the man, partner, father, he'd seared into his memory.]

And he said he'd talk to our lawyer. [He even smiles, a little, at that.] And he told me to be good... and that was it.