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precisionfocusI swear to God, Jim. If you fuck this up again, I will take her, and you won't find her.
As if he had any right to the girl, really. As if Jim would care. As if he'd even notice. He wouldn't bat an eye if both of them just vanished.
He certainly hadn't told her school anything.
Sebastian Moran had half expected to be turned away at the gate. Not because Jim didn't trust him with Becky but out of spite. Either for the fight itself or for leaving in the middle of the night and not coming back. He'd texted Becky, though, just after he left. Made sure she knew where he was going and that she could call or text him at any time of the night if she needed him.
He couldn't be in the penthouse with Jim... not after heavy snogging (nice) and foreplay (very nice) had led to a callous remark about the time he'd spent away (mood dead). He wasn't proud of how they'd fought. He'd tried to keep quiet, but just a few things had been said by the mastermind that had him shouting. He'd even slammed Jim into a wall at one point.
Because... well. If Jim wanted to hurt him? Rip his heart out? Crucify him? Fine. He was a soldier. He could take torture. But he wasn't going to let him hurt that little girl. Even just by saying the wrong, heartless thing.
But. At the gate of her school, he'd shown his ID, been checked against a list, and let in to pick her up. Homework be damned, they weren't going straight to the penthouse. No... He knew just where to take her. Just for a few hours.
As if he had any right to the girl, really. As if Jim would care. As if he'd even notice. He wouldn't bat an eye if both of them just vanished.
He certainly hadn't told her school anything.
Sebastian Moran had half expected to be turned away at the gate. Not because Jim didn't trust him with Becky but out of spite. Either for the fight itself or for leaving in the middle of the night and not coming back. He'd texted Becky, though, just after he left. Made sure she knew where he was going and that she could call or text him at any time of the night if she needed him.
He couldn't be in the penthouse with Jim... not after heavy snogging (nice) and foreplay (very nice) had led to a callous remark about the time he'd spent away (mood dead). He wasn't proud of how they'd fought. He'd tried to keep quiet, but just a few things had been said by the mastermind that had him shouting. He'd even slammed Jim into a wall at one point.
Because... well. If Jim wanted to hurt him? Rip his heart out? Crucify him? Fine. He was a soldier. He could take torture. But he wasn't going to let him hurt that little girl. Even just by saying the wrong, heartless thing.
But. At the gate of her school, he'd shown his ID, been checked against a list, and let in to pick her up. Homework be damned, they weren't going straight to the penthouse. No... He knew just where to take her. Just for a few hours.
