Jack Dawkins One Shots

Bars

Jack had grown rather accepting of his cell. Not like he had any choice in the matter, but he grew to accept this was his situation. He learnt the best places to sit so the hot sun didn't burn him, learnt how to remain somewhat clean, and figured out how on earth to do anything with his shackles always locked around his wrists.

The worst of it was sharing a cell wall with Fagin, having to endlessly listen to the older man's complaining and scheming. They had been sharing a cell, but after one too many fights, the guards smartly separated them.

Jack sighed, sitting on the floor, tapping his boots together trying to stay off the endless boredom. But Y/n was safe, and she was alive, both of which he was thankful for.

One of the guards came by in the late morning, delivering water, the only thing other than stew they were given. "Dawkins! You got a visitor." He said,

Jack looked up towards the bars, eyebrows raised. "Visitor? Are you sure about that?"

The guard merely shrugged and opened the door to the office. Immediately, Jack saw Y/n! The sweet love of his life that he'd literally gotten himself locked up to save! She looked so much better, fully recovered from the surgery. She hurried down the corridor in her little blue dress immediately coming to kneel at his bars. "Jack! Darling!"

The minute he saw her, he was on his knees at the bars, grabbing at them like they were all that held him to this world. "Y/N!" He shouted with joy. His voice was almost broken and his eyes a little teary as he looked at her, "Y/n.. my god... I'm so happy to see you..."

"ohh my sweet Jack, what have they done to you?" She whines, reaching into the bars to stroke his face,

He leaned into her hand, closing his eyes. "It's nothing... as long as you're safe, I don't care what happens to me..."

Y/n grew teary, moving as close as she could so she could give him a kiss through the bars.

His fingers clenching around the bars as he returned the kiss, his whole world just melting away and focusing in on this moment.

"Must I be tortured havin' to sit and watch you two go at it?!" Fagin complained from his cell.

The pair broke the kiss, both looking towards the sound of Fagin's voice.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up, Fagin..."

"Are you alright Jack? They aren't hurting you, are they?" She whimpers in fear..

"I'm fin,e sweetheart, they haven't hurt me one bit. Just stuck in this cell all day, and they keep these chains attached to my wrists... other than that, I'm fine, don't you worry."

She nodded, "I promise it won't be too long, I've been insisting Father focus all his attention on making sure the captain sets you free before the month's end."

He nods at that, resting his forehead against the bars a moment. "I hope you're right... It's been hell in here, having to listen to Fagin complain and scheme all day long.. and it gets so bloody hot in here at night... I miss you. So much..."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked,

"I suppose... they've not given me any way to pass the time in here... if you do come to visit again... maybe bring some books or something..." he asked, "...Maybe some bread?" He whispered,

"Of course, I'll bring as much as they allow me too." She smiled,

"Thank you, sweetheart... so... how are you? How's everything... You know, healing?"

"Perfectly fine, no troubles at all."

"You have no idea how relieved that makes me," he sighed, "Has your father been treating you right?"

"he has. He has many apologies to make." She nodded,

"I'm sure he does," he laughed, "You really are a sight for sore eyes, you know that?"

She giggled and smiled, "As are you, I miss you terribly, the bed isn't the same without my snuggly Jack"

"Trust me, this is hell in here, too. No lovely lady to snuggle, no warmth to hold and keep me safe." He teasingly complained with a pout. "But... I wouldn't want you in here with me anyway,"

"Time to go, little lady." The guard commanded.

"No, please. Just five more minutes, please!" Y/n begged,

Jack pressed as close to the bars as he could, reaching out to cling to her fingers, not wanting to let her go just yet. "Wait! No, just let her stay a while longer! Please!"

"Come on, out!" The guard snapped, grabbing Y/n by her hair to pull her from the bars.

"AHhhh!"

"Don't you dare hurt her!!" he growled at the guard, a fire suddenly in his eyes. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her!!!"

The guard struck the bars, causing Jack's knuckles to burn with pain.

Y/n relented, not wanting him to get hurt anymore on her account. "Alright! Alright, I'll go." She nodded

"Y/n... promise me you'll be safe..." he begged,

She nodded softly and gave him one final kiss before the guard took her away,

For a moment, he stood there, listening quietly to his own breathing and the clanking of his chains. Then he turned and looked over to Fagin.

"You and that damn skirt." Fagin sighed.

He rolled his eyes, a bitter taste in his mouth at that. "Oh shut up... she's not just 'some skirt'..."

"No?"

"No. She isn't. She's my... my fiancé..." The word felt strange to say,

"... Not sure her father's going to be thrilled about that."

"He's just going to have to deal with it..." He grumbles. "All that matters is that Y/n and I want to be together. What he thinks is irrelevant to me... at least he'll finally understand why I did what I did..."

"I think you've lost your mind over some sweet-tasting cun-" Fagin began before Jack cut him off,

"Oi! Watch your mouth." He snapped, looking over his shoulder with a dark look in his eyes. "Don't you dare say that about her."

"c.u.n.t" fagin spelt out purposely to piss jack off.

"Do you want me to reach through this cage and break your damn neck Fagin?!" He was on his feet, grabbing at the bars between them.

"Admit it! You wouldn't be locked up in a cell, you wouldn't have your life ruined, you'd be back in your little room above the hospital, doing surgical treatments and getting pissed with the girls down the Cat and Bagpipes if Y/n hadn't fluttered her eyelashes at ya."

"I can admit to that... I can, but I wouldn't have it any other way." he snapped, "If she hadn't of 'fluttered those pretty little eyelashes at me' I wouldn't have my one damn reason for living now would I."

Fagin relented and backed off.

Jack let out a heavy sigh, dropping himself onto the floor of his cell in a tired heap. He leaned his head back against the bars and closed his eyes, already missing Y/n's warmth.