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 ♡ sweetheart ♡

She should have known he’d have some contingency in place for when things went poorly, and poorly they went. His own daughter had rallied forces to kill him, and had been willing to end her own life to ensure they were successful. Part of her feared his wrath for doing so–he’d done horrible things to others for far less. But she was his flesh and blood, and that had to mean something; at the very least she was all he had left of her mother, and she’d never doubted his love for his wife.

When he turned to leave she didn’t move. After everything she’d been through she’d convinced herself that she didn’t want anything to do with Jack or his memory. That part of her was beginning to slip now, seeing him like this. He was several yards away before she finally gave in. “Darn it,” she said begrudgingly, taking long strides to catch up with him as she tugged the hood over her head and secured the cowl that hid the lower part of her face. She wanted to say she was following for her own curiosity, so she knew where to avoid in the future. She also knew that wasn’t entirely true.

“Why even stay on Pandora? People think you’re dead but they’re not over it. I’m surprised no one’s killed you just for looking like you.”

     jack’s heart flutters, skips a beat when she catches up to him. he didn’t think she would follow. he was already trying to be okay with having only seen her that one last time, but maybe with her accompanying him, at least for a little bit, he’ll get what he really wants.

     for now though, he’ll play it safe.

          “i’m sure someone out there’s goin’ after all the body doubles.” jack agrees. “someone i pissed off so much they want everything with my face on it gone. but everyone else out here’s too stupid to think further than that. all i have to do is drop a different name and roll over for ‘em, maybe talk about how much--” he pitches his voice up a bit, likely the tone he uses in the presence of others. “--i wish i woulda been there myself. seen the light drain from his eyes. after everything he did to me--” and back down. “--yadda, yadda, yadda. dumb pandoran pricks don’t suspect a thing.”

     jack stops in his tracks for a minute, pulling a pistol from his belt. it’s a jakobs, outfitted with a scope, not hyperion. he aims it ahead of them, firing off a few rounds into the handful of skags in their way. when the creatures don’t get back up, jack nods for them to continue, reloading his pistol before placing it back on his hip. “i’d leave if i could.” he resumes. “but dad doesn’t exactly have the cash he used to.” he laughs.

♡ sweetheart ♡

At the same time she wanted to peel her skin off hearing his pet names for her again, they also struck some nostalgic longing she didn’t know she had for the way things had been so long ago. Not the Core, not the eridium, not Jack–just her father. For a moment her expression softened, revealing a glimpse of the sadness she’d buried beneath her new persona. It seemed they’d both chosen new identities; like father like daughter. 

The sincerity of his statement was poorly timed, striking before she could put her walls back up. He had nothing now, he was on the same level as every other bandit on Pandora. Angel told herself he was likely lying to her, telling her whatever he thought would bring her back to him. Did he miss her or how powerful she was? She’d stopped believing his affection when it became the password to her prison. Still, she wanted to believe him, that he’d learned his lesson in the fall. She felt the slightest quiver in her lips and pressed them into a hard line, trying to gather her defenses again.

“I don’t usually go looking for people, they come looking for me.” Assuredly, had she known he was alive she would have gone out of her way to avoid him. But it was too late for that now. “How did you survive?”

     jack groans and rocks back on his heels, stretching his arms and letting them rest behind his head. “you really think i’d stay down for long?” he asks, starting to pace, though he knows not to approach her yet. “my bio-signature’s on priority status in the new-u system, sweetheart. but i knew i couldn’t just  c o m e   b a c k .  too many people after me. too much happening.”

     he stops, looking up to the sky where helios should be. “guess too much happened too quick, huh?” he sighs. “and for the record, baby, i didn’t come lookin’ for ya.”

     jack pulls his goggles over his eyes, grabs his bandana, but before placing it over his mouth he continues. “got a   g   r   a   v   e   for ya. out behind where i’m shacked up. i’ll keep it, just in case you ever get someone on your trail, but... yeah.” he covers his mouth and turns, beginning to walk away.

          “you can come with me if you want. can stock up on supplies. won’t mind the company.” he wants so desperately to turn around and rush her, grab her in his arms and spin her around, run his fingers through that curly hair--but he knows he can’t. not yet at least. he can be patient.

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Angel had never had such visceral reaction: every nerve in her body seemed to spasm, the air went out of her lungs and the moisture from her mouth; no amount of eridium withdrawal could rival the nausea that overcame her at the sound of that voice. His voice.

They’d both been changed by the planet. He looked worn out but Angel just looked different. Her clothes were dirty and pieced together, but she’d been surviving well enough. Time had hardened her features and made her eyes colder, but despite the hair growth that had begun overtaking the implants in her head, she was still recognizably Angel.

“Dad…” She finally choked out. In an instant she wanted to cry, to scream, to run to him, and to pull her gun. Instead she stood immobile, reminding herself how to breathe. “I could ask you the same thing. If I’d known I would have stayed dead longer.”

     he stands in silence for a moment. god, she always had her mother’s eyes, didn’t she? her hair is still long, far curlier than he remembers (she got that part from me y’know) and her skin has darkened a bit in the light of pandora’s sun.  f u c k .  she looks so much like him now.

     her voice is like music to his ears, bringing back a  l i f e b l o o d  he didn’t realize he was missing until now, even with the biting words. “yeah, i’m sure you would’ve.” comes his simple response. “so. were you lookin’ for me? or y’know--the me everyone around here knows at least. or is this just chance?”

     jack laughs a bit and runs a hand through his short-cropped hair out of habit. “can’t imagine why you’d need a ‘retired vault hunter’ these days, baby girl.” he jokes, making air quotes with his fingers at the fake title he’d come up with for himself.

     there’s a long pause.

          “i missed you.”

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          “funny that two ghosts would find each other waaaaay out here, ain’t it sweetheart?” funny indeed, considering he watched the  l i f e  leave her eyes and the firehawk sucked the life from within him.

     he looks worse for wear. his hair’s shorter now, and no longer styled into its gelled-up crown. a pair of tinted goggles rest atop his head and a bandana around his neck, both things likely there to hide the  h i d e o u s   b l u e   s c a r  that runs across his face. he must have had to abandon the mask for his own safety.

     he’s told anyone with suspicion that he’s a body double, out of the job after jack’s death and trying to get back to normalcy. but she can look into his one good eye and see the truth.

          “why didn’t you tell me you were  a l i v e ? ”

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     a small burst of static prefaces the angered voice as it sounds over the ECHO device, annoyance dripping from the disembodied tone. “ooooooh-hoo-hoo, y’know--you guys are seriously startin’ to piss me off.” more teasing. wonderful. “i mean not in like a  s e r i o u s  way. more like a bee-sting, y’get it? i can sit here and let you buzz around and bump into shit for days, but eventually the noise is gonna make me grab the nearest and biggest fly-swatter i have.” a bout of strained laughter follows. “seriously, you just don’t  S T O P  do ya?!”

@out-law | STARTER CALL

          “whaaaaat, you won’t even give me one little date?” this is, what, the third time he’s come asking for dinner? he’s either smitten or stupid, but either way, jack’s not giving up until he at least gets her to go through a fast-food drive-thru with him. “i promise i’ll pay! hell, you don’t even have to get dressed up or anything! go in your pajamas for all i care, just lemme have one sit-down!”

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