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“But what the frag is a gremlin”

@statescherrybomb

Jack frowns at the notifications when he wakes up. Ain’t no one calls three times and leave a voice mail unless it’s urgent as shit. Who the fuck is calling him three times like this? …Low and behold, they’re all from Vic. And he has a SINKING feeling about this. Reluctantly, he checks his voicemail– something he rarely ever does unless it’s from her.

“ h…hey papi. “ vic laughs softly,

Jack smiles. Sighs. He misses her.

 “ i guess you’re busy, or you forgot t’charge your phone again. lazy old bastard. “ a deep thready inhale, a harsh wet cough.

…He was sleeping. She’s all the way on the other side of the world, and he can only stay up for so long before the purrs of their cats start to lull him to sleep. The wet cough makes his brows knit together.

“ i bet you’re still in bed, all warm an’ beautiful. surrounded by the cats. an’ the dog, even though you know he ain’t s’posed t’be up there. “

…..Oops. Listen, the dog gets what he wants when Vic isn’t home with them.

“ i ain’t gonna be home til later, my handsome man. ya’ll probably get a call from ginger when you’re up. jack….juan. i lo- “

Juan. It’s the first time she’s ever called him by his birth name. Hearing her say it makes his heart skip a beat. I could get used to that, he thinks with a fond smile. But then suddenly– it cuts off. But… what was that about getting a call from Ginger?

( He swears Ginger can hear what he’s thinking ) for she’s already calling. “Ging?”

“Whiskey. It’s Cherry Bomb.”

The graveness in her voice already tells him what he needs to know. And suddenly, it all makes sense. The voice mail. The wet cough. The three missed calls. The text. Juan. 

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ say it.” His voice shakes.

“Whiskey–”

“Don’t you DARE.”

Silence.

“Champ needs to see you. Asap.”

Another pause.

“...I’m so sorry, Whiskey.”

But Ginger’s voice is already millions of miles away. The phone slips from his fingers, and his entire body sways. Chimera knows something’s wrong, a small whine coming from him. But Whiskey’s in his own world, now. Reliving every single happy moment he and Victoria spent together. Going over their firsts, their anniversaries. That time they were in Bali, that time they were in Bora Bora, that time they were in Cape Town. All he can hear is her laugh, her giggle. Her whispers in his ears. Jack. Juan. The time she came home with six fucking cats. 

The moment he saw her walking down the isle. Putting the ring on her finger. Saying I do. All of the good ones, and even some of the bad ones. The time they had broken up for a week. Their first argument, their first fight. The first time she SLAPPED him so hard she drew blood. When he had hated her from stopping him from stopping the Kingsmen. 

All of those memories FLASH through Jack’s mind as the phone falls from his fingers. And when the phone drops onto the floor and cracks… Well, so does he. Jack Ewing’s knees give out and he falls to the floor. And as he is falling, he lets out the most pain filled no he can manage. The love of his life– his princess– Victoria EWING– was no longer living and breathing. He didn’t need Ginger– or Champ to tell him.

He already knew.

He wasn't expecting any surprise visits. Let alone in the gravity chamber inside his ship.