Organized Chaos

From One Wolf to Another || Jax & Zach

Just because he was a Praetor didn’t mean that it would do for Jax to get out of practice, quite the opposite in fact. He had to hold himself to a higher standard that most, as much more was expected from him and he was meant to be somewhat of a model for others. So he had put on at least three hours in the arena today. It was a nice distraction from the knowledge of the full moon, what would be his third as a werewolf. Now that Otto had gone back to the farm he was alone, and part of him wondered if perhaps it was better that way.

“Okay, okay, but, uh– what are Fastpasses…?”

“You get through lines faster with them. Passing a good amount of the line. Hence, fastpass.”

“Uh–… Huh?”

“I’m just saying, if you wanna be the most strategic about this and get the most for your time, you gotta use your Fastpasses right.”

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere. I hate that thing, it’s like a giant metal death trap. And I’ve been in my fair share of death traps.”

“But it’s a giant metal death trap with me on it. Come on, you know I’m not gonna let you fall off or anything...even if I might be the smallest bit tempted.”

“I would rather have sex with a spiked dildo then go anywhere with you.”

“Why does it not surprise me that you’d want to stick something like a sea urchin up your ass? Well, if you really want I’m sure it could be arranged.”

“Well do you wanna have a race and test that theory out?”

“Well, a race implies that there are two competing parties and- let’s be honest, we all know you’re no competition.”

“That may be true, but adversely, what’s the point of tracking down the Potens Invictus if by the time we find them, we don’t have any specialized soldiers to counter the threat? Do you see what I’m getting at here?” Adriana marched forward and secured two hands firmly on the handlebars of the bike to look Jax straight in the eye, any mockery traded for a solemn expression. “Working our own separate agendas isn’t going to benefit anyone. Can’t we agree that we have a common enemy here and start coordinating our efforts like actual adults rather than continuously running into problems because we have some stupid childish grudge? I heard nothing about this trail you’re seeking out. Now, don’t get me wrong, an extra body on the case isn’t a bad thing, but have you been working with the Order team at all, because I’m pretty sure we’d work more efficiently as a unit than as two different factions.”

“Of course I see what you’re getting at, I’m not stupid contrary to your general belief. But just because there was no headquarters didn’t mean the Order suddenly disappeared. We’d still have the specialized soldiers with or without the building. There are such things as other buildings to meet in. We don’t have enough resources to cover both the fronts because we’re spread too thin and we’re losing more and more demigods to this terrorist. Your reason only leads back to mine, and mine to yours. It’s a circle that can’t be solved by putting all our chips in one spot.” It seemed that, amazingly, they were both mature enough to put other matters aside when it came to talking of the one thing they had in common: their love and dedication for New Rome and Camp Jupiter. “I’m more than willing to work together, but it still doesn’t change the fact that the Potens Invictus is the priority. You haven’t heard anything about the trail because there isn’t one. It’s all false leads and copycat attempts from demigods who think putting on some hood and scaring a few kids will make them cool.” Frustration showed plainly on Jax’s featrues as his hand tensed into a ball. “The Order hasn’t been the easiest to work with, seeing as AJ decided to play golddigger or whatever in the tunnels and Analise has been fixated on repairing the Headquarters.”

“You sure that ass of yours can’t be reigned in because it’s too magnificent, or is it really because all that paperwork’s kept you on it too damn much? I rarely saw your face around when the Order was busting its back to rebuild HQ. Care to tell me what’s more important than reinforcing your local center for law enforcement, Praetor Sir?”

The only thing Jax granted Adriana towards her first comments was a roll of the eyes. “How about the Potens Invictus? Is that important enough for you? If we don’t catch them it’s possible there won’t even be any New Rome to rebuild, and no one left to rebuild it. I was busy looking for some sort of trail- am still busy doing that. Law enforcement won’t mean anything when if there’s no one left to enforce the laws upon.”

“You know what’s stranger? The fact that you think you actually look cooler on a bike than I do. Face it, Jax– until you’re willing to squeeze your ass into leather, there really is no competition.”

“I don’t think I do. I know I do. And as for leather, I don’t think there’s any sort of leather that could reign this magnificent ass in. So– let me know when you manage to pull your head out of your own ass so you can get you own leather over it.” 

He leans in close by, rubbing the skin of his wrists. “Just take me out.” Fergus draws out in a hoarse demand, shoulder pressed against the wall, droopy eyes staring blearily at the Praetor. He ponders for a moment, his head radio silence at the moment but the dread that the voices’ll come back at any given moment are enough to keep him on his toes, anxious. “Please.” And swallows dryly. He’s been running away from people, from places like some sort of mutt that skitters alleyways and corners, prying away from the light in the saddest most ironic metaphor to his life. “Jax.”

As of late, Fergus had been more wisp that warrior, and it unsettled Jax to say the least. Strong, valiant, and no-shit-taking Fergus was someone he knew how to handle. This...was something that Jax hadn’t the faintest of how to respond to, so he did the only thing that seemed to make sense. He offered a hand to Fergus, signalling that he should climb onto the bike with him. “Come on,” he said simply, unsure of what more to say.

“I was actually just looking. My bikes better anyways.”

“I’ve seen the excuse of a thing you call a bike, Zach. And it’s definitely not better.”

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