Queensfolk: Worth a Shot (Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey)

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"What the hell is going on in here?!" She burst into the shack - the 'safe shack' as Eggsy had called it - and the sight that met her eyes chilled her to the core.

Jack.

Jack-

Jack. 

He was lying on the floor, eyes closed and motionless - an unmistakable bullet wound in his forehead. 

"O-oh my G-God-" Her whole body was frozen in place, but her mind was spinning wildly. 

He was dead.

Dead. 

She had been thinking about what she would say to Jackie, Jack Jr., how she would break the news to him about his father really being alive. Now was she not going to be able to tell him anything? Anything at all?

When she finally managed to rip her gaze away from Jack's motionless form on the floor, she looked back and forth between Eggsy and Harry.

Eggsy was staring back at her wearing a horrified expression, while Harry had a gun in his hand, his finger still on the trigger. 

That was it - she saw red. 

She lunged forward at him - she was quick, but Eggsy was also quick, and dove in after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back away from Harry.

"Juliet - no!"

"You bastard! What is wrong with you?!" she roared, flailing as Eggsy held her back. Was this truly her fate, to be reunited with him by some miracle only to have him snatched away a day later? How cruel fate could be. How cruel life was. 

"Juliet, Juliet, we can still save him!"

This made her stop.  "What?"

"It's this thing Statesmen developed, alpha gel. It protects the brain or something - you'll have to ask Ginger for the specifics and the details-" He knelt down before Jack, taking something out of his cowboy hat which must have flown off his head. 

Jules crouched down next to him. "You're sure this'll work?"

"It worked on Harry."

"Harry just  shot my husband in the fucking head!"

"Well it kept him alive." He wrapped something around Jack's head before using a device of some sort to inject the alpha gel. Then he turned to Harry. "Do not think this means you are off the fucking hook!"

"We need to go dark." Harry was strangely calm.  "We don't know who else at Statesman could be working against us."

"Oh shut up!" snapped Jules.  "'Working against us?'"

"He's convinced Whiskey smashed the antidote on purpose."

"That's bullshit!"

"This is all my fault," fussed Eggsy. "Whiskey was right - you weren't ready for the field and I pushed for it."

"He showed his hand. You think he'd have let us live? You should be thanking me for saving our asses." 

"Saving our asses? Try saying that to fucking Whiskey!" Eggsy finished up with the alpha gel, looking down regretfully at Jack.  "We've got to get him back to base."

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"I'm so sorry this happened," Eggsy told her once back at the Statesman base, while Jack was rushed to the medical wing of the lab. He clearly felt awful for what had happened.

"It's not your fault," she assured him.

"Feels like it."

"I should have been there, not on the phone."

"Who called - if you don't mind me asking?"

"My boss." 

"Sounds like an important call."

"Not as important as this."

"You acted fast with the alpha gel, that's good Eggsy," Ginger informed them. 

"Will he be all right?" Jules asked - well, more begged.

Ginger gave her a sympathetic smile.  "It's still too early in the process to know for certain."

She nodded.  "I understand." Then she reached out to him, her husband, her love, lying there on a cot. "I love you so much baby, no matter what happens. And if this is it, I'm so glad for the short time we had together again." With that, those last few words which he probably didn't even hear, they took him away. 

Now, as Ginger said, they had to wait. If only it weren't so difficult.  

"Explain to me how it works again." As though the tenth time hearing it would make any difference - at least this was what she hoped for.

"Well we developed it in the case of a headshot wound like this. The gel protects the brain, and then we use the machine here in the lab to repair tissue damage."

Jules nodded, though distantly. Had she really heard what Ginger had said? Was she really paying attention this time? It was hard to say, even for her.  "And you're sure it'll work?" The question was more of a  plea, begging for reassurance once more. 

"Yes," Ginger assured her for the millionth time.  "It will. You should try and get some rest, Jules," she told her. "We're doing all we can for him at the moment. Now we just need to wait and let the gel and machines work their magic."

"I couldn't even if I tried." 

"I understand. I'm sorry this happened."

"Yeah, me too." 

"Let the machine and gel do their jobs, Jules. There's nothing more we can do right now." 

(Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! :))