Jack shakes his head sadly at this topic choice. Of all the choices in the world, they pick the one he has the most issues with ( Read more... )

Jack sits at his desk, fingers at his lip while his hand supports his chin.

What am I waiting for?For so long, his life had been Sydney and work that he no longer knows what he waits for and who to see. Closing his eyes, he knows that his mind lies. He knows exactly what he is waiting for ( Read more... )

Jack has thought about this long and hard, had read up on the proper way to do it and still yet he has to sit at his desk, head in his hands, listening to the clock on the wall behind him tick tock it’s way around another minute, then half hour then hour ( Read more... )

Jack sits in the shambles of the tomb, dustmotes flying in the air and thinks with a smug irony of this topic, wondering for a moment if his ex ... if Irina came up with it.

( Oh Hindsight Is A Bitch )