07-07-2014, 10:18 AM
When there was a storm to weather, Jay endured. Why? No other option. If men buckled every time hail and winds destroyed their crops, they would have starved a long time ago. It was a farmboy thing. Though Jay wouldn't realize that.
So while the ache in his chest mourned the loss of Legion brothers and the visions in his head dealt with the atrocities witnessed yesterday, there was no other option but put his head down and keep on trucking along. Although, of all the aches and pains, he could deal without kitten claws stabbing their way up his leg.
"Yes, sir."
He replied, teeth clenched when Jacques sought permission to .. remove the fuzzy growth mauling his shin. Jay even breathed a sigh of relief when it was removed. He was sure Shredder had sliced up his shin, now surely gushing with blood, but he managed to not look down and check. The sight of his employer cuddling up with Jay's kitten stabbed a hurt, a minor hurt, sure, but twinged a foreign emotion through him. Strange that he'd be jealous over the way the kitten curled around Jacques hand, the way its little tail curled around his fingers and his ears twitched annoyed in midair. He didn't like the feeling any more than he could explain it, but Jay was all the more relieved when the little guy.. ahem, girl... was returned to his care. He nestled it in the crook of one arm so he could hang onto the cane with the other hand. It instantly settled down. That the little guy wasn't going to reject him in favor of a better dad washed him full of relief. It gnawed on his arm, but it didn't hurt, the kitten's mouth was hardly big enough to bite down on his thumb let alone get a good puncture in his arm. It was just so damned cute, and Jay felt the heat of attachment sting his eyes teary.
Jacques report quickly stole the remaining shreds of Jay's attention. He listened to the tale, unfolded by their CEO, but a glaze of distance had to insulate him from absorbing everything it truly meant. Or perhaps that was the morphine. Either way, the heat in his eyes soon dried of its tender emotion, only to be replaced by the sting of anger. As the tale continued, and the emotion overwhelmed their commander and leader, Jay's grip on the cane was white-knuckled and his jaw tense with disgust.
The urge to act rose like a flash flood. But he was stuck there, damned to infirmity by a kid staked through the heart with injustice. What a fucked up situation!
Compromised of integrity. Drugged. Jay's spiral out of reasonable cool gained momentum. His reaction to Jacques' wizarding revelations was delayed. His clear-eyed curiosity and misunderstanding was obvious when the acknowledgement settled, but only for a brief moment. Jay took Jacques at his word. If his superior said aliens had landed, Jay was aimed at the sky. That's how trust worked.
Whatever curve ball was thrown the CEO's way, he already had a plan to deal with it. Pride swelled, and Jay knew Legion Premiere had been the right choice. Though, really, the right choice might have been not fucking up his career with the marines. But back in Guatemala, there was more at stake than following orders or not following orders. No, nevermind, Jay had made the right decision at the time. Even though it landed him discharged. Look where he was today. Look at the kinds of men surrounding him. Jacques was a leader Jay would follow into the eye of the storm and at his word hack his way out the other side.
"No sir, no questions."
Jay immediately responded, but too soon. He did have a question, but he held it until Vanders had his say.
The inquisitive part of him was curious what Jared had to share with the CEO, but Jay wouldn't interfere. Except to speak up with his own delayed question.
Sincerity touched his tone, a tenderness similar to the way he white-knuckled the cane in one hand and gently cradled the kitten in the other.
"Actually, sir, do you know...uhh. How is Miss Grey?"
There was also an eagerness. He couldn't rest until he knew she was okay.
So while the ache in his chest mourned the loss of Legion brothers and the visions in his head dealt with the atrocities witnessed yesterday, there was no other option but put his head down and keep on trucking along. Although, of all the aches and pains, he could deal without kitten claws stabbing their way up his leg.
"Yes, sir."
He replied, teeth clenched when Jacques sought permission to .. remove the fuzzy growth mauling his shin. Jay even breathed a sigh of relief when it was removed. He was sure Shredder had sliced up his shin, now surely gushing with blood, but he managed to not look down and check. The sight of his employer cuddling up with Jay's kitten stabbed a hurt, a minor hurt, sure, but twinged a foreign emotion through him. Strange that he'd be jealous over the way the kitten curled around Jacques hand, the way its little tail curled around his fingers and his ears twitched annoyed in midair. He didn't like the feeling any more than he could explain it, but Jay was all the more relieved when the little guy.. ahem, girl... was returned to his care. He nestled it in the crook of one arm so he could hang onto the cane with the other hand. It instantly settled down. That the little guy wasn't going to reject him in favor of a better dad washed him full of relief. It gnawed on his arm, but it didn't hurt, the kitten's mouth was hardly big enough to bite down on his thumb let alone get a good puncture in his arm. It was just so damned cute, and Jay felt the heat of attachment sting his eyes teary.
Jacques report quickly stole the remaining shreds of Jay's attention. He listened to the tale, unfolded by their CEO, but a glaze of distance had to insulate him from absorbing everything it truly meant. Or perhaps that was the morphine. Either way, the heat in his eyes soon dried of its tender emotion, only to be replaced by the sting of anger. As the tale continued, and the emotion overwhelmed their commander and leader, Jay's grip on the cane was white-knuckled and his jaw tense with disgust.
The urge to act rose like a flash flood. But he was stuck there, damned to infirmity by a kid staked through the heart with injustice. What a fucked up situation!
Compromised of integrity. Drugged. Jay's spiral out of reasonable cool gained momentum. His reaction to Jacques' wizarding revelations was delayed. His clear-eyed curiosity and misunderstanding was obvious when the acknowledgement settled, but only for a brief moment. Jay took Jacques at his word. If his superior said aliens had landed, Jay was aimed at the sky. That's how trust worked.
Whatever curve ball was thrown the CEO's way, he already had a plan to deal with it. Pride swelled, and Jay knew Legion Premiere had been the right choice. Though, really, the right choice might have been not fucking up his career with the marines. But back in Guatemala, there was more at stake than following orders or not following orders. No, nevermind, Jay had made the right decision at the time. Even though it landed him discharged. Look where he was today. Look at the kinds of men surrounding him. Jacques was a leader Jay would follow into the eye of the storm and at his word hack his way out the other side.
"No sir, no questions."
Jay immediately responded, but too soon. He did have a question, but he held it until Vanders had his say.
The inquisitive part of him was curious what Jared had to share with the CEO, but Jay wouldn't interfere. Except to speak up with his own delayed question.
Sincerity touched his tone, a tenderness similar to the way he white-knuckled the cane in one hand and gently cradled the kitten in the other.
"Actually, sir, do you know...uhh. How is Miss Grey?"
There was also an eagerness. He couldn't rest until he knew she was okay.
Only darkness shows you the light.