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Jack Dalton: 25-PART 1

"Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out."
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Summary:A woman is arrested and Jack knows her. Wait what?!

Warnings: None.

Notes:
More Prompts

"I'm not really surprised that you murdered him."

"I can't stay long. I just had to see you." (part 2)

"You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?"

"So your a witch?" (part 2)

"What gave it away the broom or the pointy hat?" (part 2)

"Actually the smoking cauldron."

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"I'm not really surprised you murdered him." Murdoc murmurs, stroking her cheek, but Miley was to drugged to tell.

  "I-I didn't murder him." she slurred, trying to rise to her feet. But only falling to a loud groan onto the ground.

"Oh?" he smirked. "Then why are you here? In the same prison as me? Suffering from a major drug?" She rolled away from him, disgusted with the whole situation. Murdoc crept towards her, the prison guards pretending not to notice. She weakly slapped at his hand, but this did nothing to stop the man from nearing her. That is until a man walked in, head of security and demanded for Miley to follow.

  Miley rose to her feet, swaying as the drugs shifted in her system. The security rolled his eyes, helping her along, only assuming she was another drug addict. Miley was struggling and when she entered the room, she saw the last person she expected.

Jack Dalton.

The guard slapped her into the chair, the cuffs cutting her wrists. She hissed, but her eyes never left his. MacGyver stood in the background, watching the two interact. Jack sucked in a slow breath at her and she rolled her eyes. He knew she was high.

    He sighed and stood up running a hand through his hair. He paced the room and she watched him for a long time. Before he leaned over the table at her, his Texas blue eyes meeting hers. "What the hell are you doing, Mi?" he finally said, to which she shook slightly, the drugs making her twitch.

    "Oh come ooonnn, Jackie." she dragged out. "None of us are perfect."

"You were." he complimented her and Mac looked to see her reaction. Only she didn't have one. Just a blank stare.

   "I should be flattered." She said, taking a swig of the water bottle in front of her.

"You should." he agreed. "What are you doing here?" he asked again and she could just tell he was judging her.

"Don't, Jack." her competency was returning as the water settled in her stomach. "And I ain't a druggie either." she sent a glare to Mac. He rose his hands in a surrendering motion.  She returned her attention to Jack.
  "People around here ain't to friendly, when your asleep." Jack looked shocked and Mac stopped leaning against the wall, taking a step forward.

     "Who did this?" Jack said, in such a voice that made some ghostly old butterfly's take flight.

"Dunno.... don't much care." She rubbed her wrists and Jack noticed the red lines now forming, almost a bleeding gash. "Mac let me see your knife." Jack said, spinning to face the blonde who seemed shocked but did it.

   Jack grabbed the tweezers and toothpick before walking towards her. He was so close she could feel his breath upon her skin. He met her eyes and for a second he saw the woman he once remembered. He unlocked the cuffs and Mac looked like he was ready to jump in if she tried to escape, but Jack turned his back on her, completely trusting her, and handed the things back to Mac.

     "Thanks." Miley nodded, whispering quietly.

  "What happened?" he repeated. She nodded again, finally accepting she could tell him. He had earned her trust once again.

"I killed someone." And Jack sucked in a breath at his old acquaintance.

He nodded for her to continue. Then she scoffed. "Why am I telling you? If a jury can't believe it neither can you. I've got life, Jack, no parole."

"Who the hell did you kill?" he asked, and she knew he was judging again.

"You stand there and judge me, but where were you at the time?" She commented and he was taken aback.

  "What are you talking about, Miley?" he questioned returning to his seat.

She blinked back tears at the memory. Her lip quivered. "I yelled for you! I yelled and screamed and cried! They came out of no where and it took me by surprise, Damnit!"

"Who Miley? Who did this to you? I swear to you I'll hunt their asses down!" Jack yelled loudly, slamming his fist down on the table.

   She sobbed louder, her body racking. He softened. "Miley, tell me some names."

She stayed quiet and he reached over, taking her still so soft hand. "Miley?"

     He knew she wouldn't answer, so he took a different approach. "Finish the story then." he ran his thumb over her hand.

  "They took me to some building, I don't know where. One came in and..." she trailed off and Jack bit his tongue.  "I escaped before the others had a chance. Went to the police and they wouldn't do anything. 'My own fault' they said 'shoulda had pepper spray'. So I tracked him down during a drug exchange. Beat the hell out of them too, killed the man, single shot and he was dead. The others got help quick enough, they told me. But to the public they were high up suits. I didn't stand a chance." She quieted her finger jiggling on her lap, the other tightly wrapped around Jacks.

  He stood up, his hand still holding hers. Mac stood next to him a second later and she knew their time was coming to a short end. She refused to let go of him for a minute, craving attention from the one she once loved. He sighed. "I'm coming back. We're getting you out of here." 

  She nodded, but he knew she didn't believe him. He took a glance at the guard outside of the room, his back turned. He leaned in and kissed her cheek delicately. She closed her eyes, and when he pulled away she immediately missed him. He always did that to her.

   Miley couldn't take it any longer and flung herself into the arms of Jack. She tightly squeezed him, so tight in fact, he lost his breath, or maybe it was the sudden remembrance of how much he loved her. "Please come back." she whispered and he felt wet tears drops on his shoulder.

"I promise." he whispered back. But just like that the guard came in and pulled her away, her struggling in his grip. Jack immediately missed her, catching only a look of her through the door window, as she was swept away.

    

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