Jack Dawkins One Shots

Carriage

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Jack trudged through the dusty, dry mud, walking slowly down the winding forest path. He was left with nothing but his boots and cotton underwear, with Fagin's moth-eaten coat draped over him. He was coated in blood and various chunks of internal organs, not wanting to think too hard about it. His body stank of sweat and blood. His arms arched from hours of digging, his legs exhausted from walking the mile from the graveyard, and he still had several more miles to go.

He had spent all day operating and dealing with the daily functions of the hospital.

He'd been interrogated by Captain Gains about the missing payload, Which was not actually his doing.

He was dragged out to the graveyard to dig up a body in the early hours of the morning almost on his own,

He'd had the exploded body rain down on him! Held at gunpoint! His clothes were taken!

And the stupid money they did all this for was taken too!

It had been a very long day without any sleep, and his patience was Extremely thin.

Fgain was following behind him, chatting away but Jack was not listening,

"Dodge... I did warn ya about diggin' up the dead." Fagin complained, "Still... not sure who could have predicted an exploding corpse."

"...You know," Jack sighed as he walked, "I rather enjoyed my life before you showed up,"

"Ohh that's nice," Fagin complained, "To the Man who raised you!"

"You're a blight, Fagin,"

"Thing's will turn!" He reassured, "It'll take us some time to reach the lofty heights we had, back when we were the toast of London!"

"We weren't even the toast of Clerkenwell Green!" Jack complained,

Suddenly, the familiar sound began to build behind them, the clattering of horseshoes and wooden wheels. The undoubtedly sound of a carriage rather rapidly approaching.

Jack's blood ran cold, and he quickly darted off the road and into the brush of the bushes to hide, hoping whomever it was could just ride past without noticing him.

Fagin followed him, hiding behind the tree line.

The carriage and its horses hurried into view but slowly came to a stop only two or three trees down from where they hid.

The door of the carriage opened, and a familiar figure climbed down. Miss Eliza Harper climbed down the little steps onto the dirt, adjusting her light yellow dress as she looked around.

Jack did his best to hide, praying not to be spotted. 'No... no, no. Why Eliza, why did it have to be Eliza,'

"Ain't that your pretty skirt?" Fagin asked,

"Shut. Up." Jack snapped, "Let's just hope she didn't see-"

"Doctor Dawkins, Is that you?" She called out,

"I think she saw us." Fagin laughed,

"Yes, I figured that out Fagin, given the fact she is yelling my name!" he snapped back, He sighed and slowly got to his feet, this was definitely not the way he wanted her to see him like this for the first time but... too late now. "Eliza," He forced a smile,

Eliza's eyes met Jack and she softly smiled, but as she noticed him, her eyes flicked down meeting his bare chest and cotton underwear her face turning red and eyes widening before she quickly put a hand over her eyes, "Doctor Dawkins!" she gasped,