Valentino Challenge Ficlet: A Question Mark in Flesh (Jack, Grace) FRT-13
fleta's lovely little fic reminded me that I needed to participate in this challenge. So, I started playing with an idea that's been teasing me for a bit and...voila! Another fic featuring Jack and Grace. It's not really Jack/Grace shippy, at least I don't think so. Make up your own minds, I suppose. I just hope you find it entertaining.
Title: A Question Mark in Flesh
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: FRT-13/PG-13
Characters: Jack, Grace
Summary: She's a question he can't answer.
Distribution: Here, my LJ, and my site only.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Sanders/Moses, NBC, and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Author's Notes: This was written for Valentino's challenge.
A Question Mark in Flesh
He’s not squeamish about invading the privacy of his VCTF foes or that of his love, his adored, his Samantha. But he never watches any of them with their lovers. Watching others having sex has never really been of interest to Jack. His only interest in others’ bodies is in creating art with them. What they call ‘making love’ appeals to him not the slightest bit. He never watches Bailey with his occasional partners, never watches John with his cookie-cutter conquests or George with Rich. He never watched Samantha with Tom or even with that ridiculous Coop. And for all the time he has spent on the internet, Jack has never once looked at porn.
But now, now he watches Grace.
It started with anger and irritation at the way she was never herself, even when she was alone. The way no one, not even him, could really see what she was like and what made her tick. What her passions were. So he wondered, and he fumed, and in the end, he broke down. Certainly, he thought, she had to let go in bed. At some moment the veil would drop, he’d zoom in on her face and he’d know - know who she was and what she was made of. The last of the VCTF’s mysteries would be laid bare for him.
But it didn’t happen that way. All Jack saw that first time was all he sees now - a woman playing a part so well that even she has forgotten it’s all an act. He thinks she believes she’s satisfied. He knows Grace’s placid, boring husband thinks he’s pushed all her buttons the way Jack can tell she’s pushed his. Her husband thinks he knows her inside and out and Jack can see his Grace reflected in his eyes. The truth is, however, something far different and now Jack is addicted to trying to ferret it out. Because Grace will never show him who she is. She doesn’t know.
The End.
Title: A Question Mark in Flesh
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: FRT-13/PG-13
Characters: Jack, Grace
Summary: She's a question he can't answer.
Distribution: Here, my LJ, and my site only.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Sanders/Moses, NBC, and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Author's Notes: This was written for Valentino's challenge.
A Question Mark in Flesh
He’s not squeamish about invading the privacy of his VCTF foes or that of his love, his adored, his Samantha. But he never watches any of them with their lovers. Watching others having sex has never really been of interest to Jack. His only interest in others’ bodies is in creating art with them. What they call ‘making love’ appeals to him not the slightest bit. He never watches Bailey with his occasional partners, never watches John with his cookie-cutter conquests or George with Rich. He never watched Samantha with Tom or even with that ridiculous Coop. And for all the time he has spent on the internet, Jack has never once looked at porn.
But now, now he watches Grace.
It started with anger and irritation at the way she was never herself, even when she was alone. The way no one, not even him, could really see what she was like and what made her tick. What her passions were. So he wondered, and he fumed, and in the end, he broke down. Certainly, he thought, she had to let go in bed. At some moment the veil would drop, he’d zoom in on her face and he’d know - know who she was and what she was made of. The last of the VCTF’s mysteries would be laid bare for him.
But it didn’t happen that way. All Jack saw that first time was all he sees now - a woman playing a part so well that even she has forgotten it’s all an act. He thinks she believes she’s satisfied. He knows Grace’s placid, boring husband thinks he’s pushed all her buttons the way Jack can tell she’s pushed his. Her husband thinks he knows her inside and out and Jack can see his Grace reflected in his eyes. The truth is, however, something far different and now Jack is addicted to trying to ferret it out. Because Grace will never show him who she is. She doesn’t know.
The End.