Jack Wilder X Reader - Two of Hearts

Back to the Marvelous New York City Only to Go to Jersey City Instead

~YOUR P.O.V.~

You and Jack boarded the plane, and it took off into the sky only minutes later. You sat on the edge of the couch, and Jack rested his head on your shoulder, and his feet were on the other end of the couch. Jack was sleeping, and you were trying to come up with a tattoo idea for your shoulder, while probably the best bad movie ever, Lavalantula played softly in the background.

You couldn't think of anything cool for your tattoo. You needed inspiration, so you pulled out Will's old laptop for some internet research, since Jesse's was in the other room, and you didn't want to wake the peacefully-sleeping Jack to get it. You'd probably get some song lyrics, like "the best of us can find happiness in misery" or "and though you're dead and gone believe me your memory will carry on" or "heroes always get remembered but you know legends never die" or something like that.

When you put your arm into the bag for the laptop cord, you felt a piece of paper floating around on the bottom. You pulled it out, and you saw it was the script  for the video he left you on the camera. You read it. It was almost the exact same, except for one paragraph, which was scratched out. You brought it close to your face to read the text.

You have to watch yourself, honey. Once you graduate high school, leave home. Come to New York, let me know. The reason I say this is because once you turn 18, dad is going to sell you as a sex slave, same with me. I found that out when I was looking through the SD cards. Mom was trying to defend us, but I know he'll do it behind her back, you know how dad is.  

You felt a tear developing, and you looked up to stop it from falling, but it did. You wiped it away, and looked back down at the paper. At the bottom, you saw it read I love you, Baby Girl, written in the font that looked like the The Black Parade cover font. Boom. Tattoo idea. You folded the paper up, and put it in your pocket. You put the laptop back in the bag, and changed the movie to Star Wars: Episode 3, which in comparison was so much better than Lavalantula. 

You stroked the soft hair, and kissed him on the head. You leaned on his head, as you watched Anakin turn to the dark side(and yes, that was meant to be read in The Emperor's voice). You felt his body move up and down in a steady, slow motion, as a few soft snores escaped his lips. 

~JACK'S P.O.V.~

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"JACK!!" Reign cried out, as the ceiling fell in between us. I looked up at the ceiling, while covering my mouth and nose with my sleeve to avoid breathing in the smoke and dust. The ceiling for our floor and the next up had collapsed, and we she was trapped in the hallway, with no way out, except for a small almost 2 foot-diameter hole in the middle of the debris.

"Reign, are you okay?!" I asked through coughs.

"Not dead, am I?"

"Touché," I muttered, as I reached through the gap for her hand. "Take my hand!"

I felt a small hand grasp mine, and I kissed it before I started pulling her through the hole. Before she could get out, I heard a rumble, and the ceiling right above her fell on her, crushing her, and her hand let go of mine, as she screamed, much louder than the rest of screams, as men and women ran out of the firey building. "Reign?!"

The screaming stopped. 

"Reign?!?!" I repeated. I stepped forward, and I heard a squish noise. I looked down, and saw a red pool pouring underneath the wall. I started frantically pulling the peices of ceiling out of the bottom of the wall. After a few minutes of searching, I found her left hand(which was still attached to her body) peeking through the rummage, the sapphire and the diamonds sparkling on the ring that was on her left hand. I quickly grabbed her wrist, and felt for a pulse. There was none. "No, no no, nonononono," I mumbled. "Come on, baby, be alive, be alive. You can do it, love."