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phantomstatistician · 9 months
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jess/wyatt: I understand. It's ok.
“I understand.” He lowers his gun, bowing his head slightly. “It’s okay.”
It takes her just a few heartbeats to realize his meaning, heartbeats that stretch out between them. He thinks she’s going to kill him (and she should, shouldn’t she? They’re on opposite sides of a war, and if she doesn’t take the shot now, someone else will, or he’ll put someone on her side in the ground), and he’s not even going to fight her. 
Tears prick her eyes, chest tightening. Rittenhouse may be her family, but she loves this man, and she cannot-she cannot-
She’s lowering the gun before she even realizes it, closing the distance between them. He looks up, a question in his eyes that she doesn’t give him a chance to ask, and she presses her lips to his. 
He should hesitate, should flinch-for crying out loud, he should push her away-but he falls into her easily, a broken noise slipping from his lips as he returns the kiss. And for a moment, there is nothing else: No Rittenhouse, no fear, no wars. There is only her husband, and the way they kiss each other as if they might never get another chance. His fingers are in her hair, she’s clinging to his shirt for dear life, and she can’t be sure if the salt she tastes is from her tears or his.
The sound of footsteps drawing near shatters their hastily-constructed bubble, and he releases her, looking around, fingers once again resting against his gun. Reality is flooding in, and she hates it, hates it so desperately she could scream. 
“Join us,” she says, and her voice shakes, but she doesn’t care. This is no recruitment pitch; it’s a plea to the man she loves to please, please not force them apart. 
He swallows. Meets her eyes, pain shining in his. “I can’t.” And of course he can’t; she knows that. His loyalty, his unwavering dedication to what’s right, no matter the cost, is only one of the many things she loves about him. “But you could come with us.” And oh, that same desperation drips from his words. “It’s not too late. You can do the right thing-” 
But it is too late, and she knows it. She’s chosen her side, just as he’s chosen his. If she came back now, it would be in handcuffs; what sort of life is that, for her or her child? Besides, she owes Rittenhouse more than she can say. They saved her brother. They gave her purpose. And all they want to do is make the world a better place (don’t they?). That’s what Wyatt and his hopeless band of rebels are fighting, and Jessica could never be a part of that. 
“Wyatt.” 
One word is all it takes. His face falls, but he looks no more surprised than she feels. This is far from fair, but it’s how things are, and they can be no other way. 
“Okay.” He squares his shoulders. Sets his jaw. “Okay.” 
The footsteps draw closer still, and with them, voices: Lucy, Flynn, and Jiya. Any one of them would shoot her without hesitation. And if she tries to shoot first, Wyatt will protect them. He’ll never forgive himself, but it will be instinct: the soldier protecting his teammates. 
So she nods, turns, and runs, vanishing into the night. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she grits her teeth, steeling herself. All she wants to do is run back to him, but that’s not an option. There is only forward.
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wishyoumerrychristmas · 11 months
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theadorelocksly · 2 years
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Damn :0 March 2020 and then August 2022. I used the old outline for the base but improved and stylized it
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potterandpromises · 2 years
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Coney Island Forgiveness
Set at some point after season 2, in which Flynn and Jess discuss their common ground.
Content warnings: Talking about murder. Also, premature babies (not in detail, just as backstory.)
Also on AO3
Jessica holds her sleeping baby tight to her chest and gives Garcia Flynn a sidelong look.
He eyes her up and down in return, until apparently satisfied she doesn’t have a knife or an old-timey pistol concealed in Harper’s blanket.
All things considered, the middle ground is better then she could have hoped for. When she went into labor, when she accepted both it and her situation were real, she thought either she’d give birth to a premature baby in the 18th century, or she’d go with Wyatt and the others to the 21st, which wouldn’t have guaranteed a hospital, and would have likely meant prison time. 
She might have never seen her daughter again, and bizarre as Coney Island‘s baby incubator attraction of the 1920s is, it saved Harper’s life and preserved her freedom. She’ll send Lucy a fruit basket, she decides, someday years from now.
Wyatt’s more reliable then he’s ever been. He visited every day, from her prospective. From his, it was closer to once or twice a week, because time travel.
Jiya came as well, to pilot, and to assess her then levels of evilness. What she looked for, Jess has no idea. She hopes she passed her judgement. If not, or if after they meet today, within the hour, Denise decides her knowledge of the new Rittenhouse isn’t good enough or she isn’t sincerely reformed enough or whatever, then her and Harper are staying here in the past. That’s the deal.
She doesn’t trust them, not really, but what choice does she have? If the recollection of their little girl cradled in Wyatt’s arms doesn’t stop her from slipping into the crowd then Rittenhouse’s boogeyman at her side does.
He gives her an irritated look. Her stare must be like ants on his skin.
He always came too, as far as she knows, and stayed outside with Lucy, only coming into the exhibit when she did, which wasn’t often. They seem to be a package deal these days, which Jess finds relief in as she tentatively salvages her marriage.
She’s going to raise her daughter.
Flynn doesn’t get to raise his.
“I looked into you.” He looks into her, sharp as the knife she wishes she had. “Let me start over.”
“That is the idea.” His growl does not deter her. This might be her only chance.
“Has Wyatt ever mentioned his father?”
“What does that— do we seem close to you?”
She shifts Harper in her arms. "Well, has he?”
He looks at her for a long moment. His gaze drifts to the baby and snaps away. “No.”
Jess adjusts her daughter’s bonnet, shielding her skin from the sun. “I killed him.”
He blinks, rises his eyebrows. “Because of Rittenhouse?”
“Because I had a good reason.”
Bewildered, he looks like he’d rather be anywhere other then here, with anyone else. The feeling is almost mutual, but this is important.
“Look, this story has a point,” she says. “I was 15. We have something in common.”
He gives her a sharp look, as if his service record isn’t public information, as if she couldn’t put two and together. Rip the band-aid off, get it over with, push down the guilt for Harper. “You had a daughter and from the articles about the case you were a good dad. How were you going— or did you plan to tell her about when you were a teenager?”
His jaw’s clenched like a fist and his eyes shine with rage but Jess knows the baby in her arms makes her safe. She’s never been sure of that until now.
“You have a lot of nerve asking that.” He’s barely audible above the crowd noise, despite their uncomfortable proximity. It’s meant to be a warning, she thinks, a breathy threat, but it’s nearer to panic.
“I know.”
“So fuck off.”
“But it’s not for me.” 
Harper stirs and yawns, grunts and falls back asleep. She still sleeps like a rock. The parenting book Jess read half of warned the phase wouldn’t last forever. Flynn watches her, too.
“I’m sorry,” she says, “not for asking, but for what Rittenhouse did to you and your family. I didn’t even know about it until a few mouths ago, but for whatever it’s worth, I am sorry.”
“Save it.” He shifts from foot to foot, agonized.
She learned what Rittenhouse did to that five year old child and she couldn’t justify them anymore. She tried, she really did, but with that revelation the threat to her own child become too great and she couldn’t stay.
Harper wakes up again and fusses. Her diaper is dry and it must be less then an hour since she was last fed.
“I wouldn’t,” he says finally.
Jessica bounces her. “What?”
“I wouldn’t go back because I... wouldn’t be good for her, for them.” He won’t look at her and Harper for very long, and rotates surveillance of them with  surveillance of the crowd. “But before all this,” he looks at her now, “my mistakes weren’t a part of me like they are now. I could forgive myself.”
“Are you saying I should forgive myself?”
“I’m saying I don’t have a problem with you, not really. I’m saying you were a part of something evil, almost born into it.” That’s the part Jessica can’t yet fully accept, despite her clearer eyes and the overwhelming evidence, that Rittenhouse isn’t just dangerous or misguided or flawed, it’s evil, and she never had a chance to see it until Harper. Or maybe she did, and what does that say about her? “You want my expert advice? You’ll be fine; you aren’t ashamed. They raised you, you saw them as your family. She’ll understand that, eventually.”
He looks at her, at Harper settled into her shoulder, for one moment, with an openness she never would have imagined him capable of, that she’ll no doubt never experience again.
She wants to say: are you ashamed? Instead: “You don’t have a problem with me?”
He grins wryly, with all his teeth. “Not yet.”
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ailelie · 1 year
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cw child death, cops being bastards, incompetent lawyer, miscarriage of justice
tl;dr: A woman is sent to prison for killing her child based on her 911 call. Apparently she didn't sound innocent enough on the call. Every bit of evidence is then warped to fit that conclusion. She later also loses her appeal.
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atomic-chronoscaph · 9 days
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Michael York and Jenny Agutter - Logan’s Run (1976)
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guiborba-art · 1 year
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xmenuniverse · 1 year
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Wolverine in Uncanny X-Men #526 (2010), art by Mark Morales.
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nero-neptune · 2 months
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“You think you can shut me up? I’m the voice in your head now.”
DARK WINDS 2x04 “The March”
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timeless-secret-santa · 6 months
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helen and jess: I remember morning sickness quite well, thank you.
"I remember morning sickness quite well, thank you," Dr. Magnus mutters, nudging the glass into Jess's hand, and Jess pauses. Blinks, letting the words roll around in her head, not quite grasping them at first. Magnus, of course, takes advantage of her distraction, pushing the glass up toward Jess's mouth.
Absently, Jess sips. It's... Disgusting, frankly, but it stays down, and she reluctantly takes another sip.
"You have a kid?" She asks finally, and now it's Magnus' turn to pause. She's quiet for just a few seconds too long; long enough for the pieces to fall together in Jessica's mind, for a wave of fear so deep she cannot name it to wash over her, and her hand goes to cover her own bump protectively just as Magnus finally answers.
"I did once. A very long time ago."
Jess opens her mouth, grappling for something-anything-to say, but Magnus pushes forward, firm and unyielding.
"Drink up; it will help settle your stomach. I'll not have anything happening to either of you on my watch."
And so she settles for what might be the only thing Magnus will accept: "Thank you."
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loisfreakinglane · 3 months
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I located a guy claiming to be a med tech on something called Project Manticore, which was using recombinant DNA to produce a superior human... a warrior... an advanced infantry soldier.
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clarabowlover · 2 years
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Jenny Agutter - As Jessica 6 In Logan’s Run (1976)
Pic Source: TCM Fanatics@zsavooz (Twitter)
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potterandpromises · 2 years
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Lucy: I wonder how ‘I’m-going-off-to-seminary sex’ compares with ‘I’m-going-off-to-war sex.’
Lorena: As a person who has been a recipient of ‘going-off-to-seminary sex’ and ‘going-off-to-war sex;’ definitely the former. Afghanistan has nothing on eternal damnation. 
Jessica: Damn you’re out there living a life aren’t you.
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