Jake stands in line for lunch, his hands gripping the tray too tight, and his heart-beat pounding in his ears. He wants to look around, but can’t afford to seem skittish. Tries to hold steel in his spine and isn’t sure he succeeds. Jake’s not sure whether he should be more concerned about being a cop sharing a cell block with guys he’s put away or
(
Read more... )
Comments 20
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
(This is bsgsix - don't know why my name isn't showing, and DW is giving me crap about it!)
Reply
(It may be because it's on livejournal, I don't know how the cross-posting of comments over the two sites work.)
Reply
Reply
Reply
Mate.
I don't have words, but it is so good. Oh, Jake.
Have a hug.
I think I need a hug.
So well done.
Reply
*Hugs you*
Reply
Leave a comment