Drabbles x 2: Jericho - General - Jake
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Two drabbles written for
fic_promptly prompts - the theme was "five sentence fills" and both pieces naturally lent themselves to also being fitted into exactly 100 words each.
Prompt: Jericho, Jake, recovery.
Recovery
Jake lies wrapped in blankets, the fire warming his feet. Every part of him aches: the battered muscles in the leg that was trapped and the scrapes and cuts on his face are just a small part of the cacophony of protests from his body for the treatment it's been through.
Dozing, he learns to forget the memory of bitter cold eating into his bones, and slowly recovers his health. It's not the only thing he's recovered. He and Dad haven't talked yet, and maybe Jake'll never be ready for that, but he's glad he's found again that he can.
oOo
Prompt: Author's choice, author's choice, Big Shoes
The man he was born to be
Jake's stepped into his father's shoes once already. Dad's death was still raw, then, and it was a matter of instinct and survival, of necessity: who else was there to shoulder the responsibility and keep the town safe?
Now, he realizes, Beck is asking him to step into his father's shoes a second time: to be the one who keeps a cool head when all around are losing theirs. The irony isn't lost on him; if Dad could see him, he'd be chuckling, too.
They're big shoes to fill, but Dad would expect him to try—and expect him to succeed.
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Prompt: Jericho, Jake, recovery.
Recovery
Jake lies wrapped in blankets, the fire warming his feet. Every part of him aches: the battered muscles in the leg that was trapped and the scrapes and cuts on his face are just a small part of the cacophony of protests from his body for the treatment it's been through.
Dozing, he learns to forget the memory of bitter cold eating into his bones, and slowly recovers his health. It's not the only thing he's recovered. He and Dad haven't talked yet, and maybe Jake'll never be ready for that, but he's glad he's found again that he can.
Prompt: Author's choice, author's choice, Big Shoes
The man he was born to be
Jake's stepped into his father's shoes once already. Dad's death was still raw, then, and it was a matter of instinct and survival, of necessity: who else was there to shoulder the responsibility and keep the town safe?
Now, he realizes, Beck is asking him to step into his father's shoes a second time: to be the one who keeps a cool head when all around are losing theirs. The irony isn't lost on him; if Dad could see him, he'd be chuckling, too.
They're big shoes to fill, but Dad would expect him to try—and expect him to succeed.