One Shots

-{OTP PROMTP(ED) HIIJACK}-

The waiting room had always bored Jack out of his mind, the sleek black panels complimenting the white walls in a ring. Synthetic pot plants occupying any corner and table where possible. He sighed and sat back, fiddling with his cuffs of his white shirt. The building was an office building with employees working for the journalistic career, although that's not why Jack was here. Jack's line of work was certainly not interested in the words of an author or crumby reporter, and didn't fancy being interested ever. His line of work was quite secret and kept apart from anything else in his life, and you'd only find him in such a bland building if he was needed which evidently he was. The clocks tick pounded in his ears as the silence was overwhelming, but just in time a small woman poked her blonde head out, her eyes twinkling slightly at the man in the suit. Before clearing her throat. "Mr Frost, you may enter," she says with a nod and opens the door for him. Jack internally sighs in relief and stands up, ruffling his white locks and sorting his crooked cuffs before entering the office. Jack had worked for this man more often than others, mostly because he had so many business enemies. Yet he paid well so Jack did what he had to. The black walled office could only reflect the bosses soul, Jack thought with a light chuckle and smile. He then turned to the man in the black chair, his dark brown comb over slipping across his pink forehead, the boss was a largish man in a slightly stretched suit. His eyes dark and warm, with a crooked grin.

"I see you need my services," Jack says looking at his cuffs again, when in a suit he often fiddled with them- couldn't stand eye contact. The boss nodded before clearing his throat.

"Yeah well. There's this rival company-" Jack rolled his eyes slightly "and the boss well, luckily is stepping down but is appointing his son to be in charge. So I need you to dispose of the lad, before we go under," his ruff voice describes. Jack looks up at him, gulping softly,

"W-what's his name," he says softly his voice almost a whisper. Jack felt sick to his stomach, fearing instantly what name would be spoken.

"Henry, Henry Haddock, or Hiccup as most refer to him as." He says and Jack's eyes fill with sadness.

"I'm afraid I'm not the man for this job," Jack says looking down. Hiccup wasn't going to be hurt by Jack's hand, he'd never to that to the man he loves. Let alone murder him! This was the one exception where his personal life had gotten in the way of his work.

"You bloody well will Frost," he slams his fist on the table and a low rumble starts in his chest "You will do as I say, or I hand you in," he growls. Jack sighed and nodded, gulping down the big lump that'd formed in his throat.

"But I-" he started to shakily protest,

"I will seriously consider getting an assassin to murder you in the process Frost, don't test me!" He yells and exhales deeply.

"I can't! I can't do this job!" Jack exclaims, his shaking hands gesturing wildly. "You can't-"

"I can and I will Frost," the boss growls. Jack's eyes glisten, but he couldn't cry here.

"I can't kill him, please don't kill him at all, there has to be another way," he pleads slightly but the large man shook his head. "I can't," Jack whimpers softly and looks down.

The boss puts on a smile "You're the best in the business and I know you can do any job i put to you, and you never let me down."

"How long to do I have?" He asks gently

"Bloody hell! How long normally? I'd never expect to be babying you when you're needed," he groans "a day, tomorrow I want to see the news reports," he says. Jack nodded again, biting back inevitable tears.

"What if I fail, and not fail to complete it that day but at all?" He asks

"Well, then you will be ending with Henry," he says and looks at his desk. "Now if that would be all of this unusual behavior, we both have work to get to," the Boss grumbles and fumbles with papers on his desk signalling Jack to get the hell out. And Jack did so, getting out the dark room and into the more lighter area but the tight feeling on his chest never left and only seemed to get tighter. He headed out the building with speed, his mind flitting through many thoughts.