#jonathan black

Alas, you are 100% up to date on this series. I love them dearly, but it always winds up being depressing working on them because one season of this gift of a show we were roooooooooooooooooobbed - but have a random snippet anyway:

Jonathan eyed the new anklet GPS tracker dubiously. “You would think with technology these days, these would get smaller over time. Why can’t I just wear a Fit Bit? It does the same thing.” He rubbed his ankle against the back of his leg. “And chafes less.”

“A Fit Bit does not do the same thing as an electronic monitoring anklet issued by the federal marshals,” Mike pointed out.

“It tracks my movements and doesn’t electrocute me when I get more than fifty feet from Agent Kay,” Jonathan quipped. “I’m not seeing the difference. Except a FitBit would help me out with my cardio goals and chafe less.”

Cameron snorted, and Jonathan smirked.

Kay rolled her eyes. “You want the difference? You can’t remove the GPS anklet, which means this was approved by the Federal Marshal Service, and the FBI. While less helpful with health goals, I can only assume you prefer to be out of prison instead of in one. And if it makes you feel better, the radius isn’t set to me this time.”

“It’s not?” Cameron and Jonathan said at the exact same time.

Kay shuddered. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” they echoed.

I’m still heartbroken from the fact this show was cancelled. I’m seriously considering just go full crazy and write a second season (in a fanfic format).

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Deception (TV 2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cameron Black/Kay Daniels, Cameron Black & Kay Daniels, Jonathan Black & Kay Daniels Characters: Cameron Black, Kay Daniels, Jonathan Black (Deception TV 2018), Mike Alvarez, Dina Clark (Deception TV 2018), Jordan Kwon, Gunter Gustafsen Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Partners to Lovers, Character Study, or an attempt, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Jealousy, Slow Burn, help i'm still at the restaurant 

Summary:

She remembers the look on his face when he said it, the hard set of his mouth. No more promises. But it wasn't him. It was Jonathan who said that. Jonathan she'd caught leaving, Jonathan that she'd spilled her heart out to.

Jonathan, who had put a stake through it.

She finally looks at Cameron; really, fully. Watches his shoulders drop a bit, easing up.

"Hey..." He leans forward conspiratorially, eyes flicking to the door and back. "I get the feeling you're upset with me. I know that I probably deserve it. I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you before I went to... you know..."

"No." She says quickly. "No... you're fine."

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This one stalled out because I had a plan, and there were notes, but who knows where I put them. I suspect in a chat with someone on Tumblr that I was friends with, but I can't find who it was. Anyway. The original plot line is finished and posted. It was just supposed to be a fic that got Jonathan out of prison and working with the rest of the gang, but also I remember how excited I was about that episode when it aired, and IMAGINATION WOULD NOT BE CONTAINED. And then after the series was canceled (still weeping) I thought I would write an alternate ending. Except then I didn't. And here we are. So the document just collects random bits and bobs where I got frustrated with the character of the Mystery Woman because I thought her motivation was underdeveloped and fandom wasn't a huge fan of me calling her a twat because you're not supposed to say bad things about fictional women even if they are the bad guy but whatever.

Anyway, it remains shelved.

Snippets (which I think I already shared with you but who knows):

“You think Sebastian loved Cameron more than me?” Jonathan laughed out loud. “He never loved anyone half as much as he loved himself. You think he kept Cameron in the spotlight to reward him? He did it to control him. You’re mad at Sebastian because he didn’t think you were good enough? News flash, lady - nobody was!”

He stepped closer to MW, the gun raised. “You keep telling me that Cameron ruined my life, and I keep telling you, you don’t understand. And you don’t because you’re just like Sebastian. You don’t love anyone or anything as much as you love yourself - except maybe money. When I was with Cameron, I wasn’t the one behind bars, he was. He was trapped in a prison that our father had him convinced he loved too much to leave. Cameron Black, without magic? What good would he be then? Where else could he go? What other friends did he have? Nothing, nowhere, and no one. I could’ve walked away at any time, and he would’ve let me. It would’ve killed him, but he would’ve let me. And here’s the part that you could never understand - if you love someone, really love someone - you do whatever you can to make them happy. Cameron was willing to let me go. And I was willing to stay. Was it perfect? No. But that’s not what love is. My brother is the only one who ever cared what I wanted. And he is the only one who loved me just the way I was, and never once asked me to change. Just like I never asked him. Conditional love isn’t love at all, it’s ownership. Cameron didn’t frame me for murder and put me in prison. Cameron didn’t blackmail me into helping him commit crime for personal gain. Cameron didn’t try to kill me.”

Jonathan racked the slide back on the gun so fast that Kay hardly registered the movement.

“You, on the other hand. You ruined my life. You ruined his life. And worse, you tried to tell me it was his fault - just…” he took a step closer, other hand coming up to steady the gun, “like…” He placed the gun against MW’s forehead. “Dad.”

“Jonathan,” Kay warned, yanking at the cuffs. “Murder is still murder, Jonathan - you’ll be right back to prison - maximum security, Rikers!”