Aftermath [ Locked to Jackson]

[half_a_soul]

Once it was decided, things moved on fairly quickly. Contacting the Starjammers had been the hardest part, but once Corsair heard why, it wasn't hard to convince him. After all, he'd lost a lifetime with his two sons, thanks to aliens attacking them, and lost his wife to those same aliens later. He was willing to help, even if he didn't understand everything about how they'd manage to get there.

Which was something Jono took care of, anyway. It had required a larger PINpoint than usual, but it did the trick. From there, it was a case of following the trails laid down. And avoiding the Federal military patrols. Avoiding because the Colonial Program that ran everything out their direction seemed perfectly happy to let the aliens keep raiding the colonies so long as they could plausibly ignore that it was happening.

It pissed Jono off like few things ever had and he had nowhere to work it off. Sex, even zero G sex, could only do so much to take his mind from it, though he tried not to let it show too much when Jackson was with him. But, then, it was easier to ignore when Jackson was with him.

And then they found the planet.

A lot of what happened there was fuzzy in Jono's mind, even several days later. They got the prisoners out and he thought that the aliens would probably think twice or three times before going after humans again. But there had been a lot of fighting. A lot of it and Jono had been smack dab in the middle, psionic flames and telepathy used to devastating effectiveness.

Once they'd gotten the former prisoners onto the ship, Jono'd pulled away, going to his quarters with an apology to Jackson. He'd used up so much in the fighting that he needed time to recover and get his mind recentered. The ship was heading to Boshane, under Jackson's instructions. Now that he felt more normal, Jono slipped out of his room, casting about to find Jackson. Who was near Gray, just as Jono thought he might be. He headed that direction, brushing his mind against Jackson's in greeting before he got there.

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[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono nods, hugging him close. I'll do what I can. And if he has to pull Professor Xavier over or get Rachel again? He'll do it. It's all going to depend on what needs to be done.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

Jackson nods again, nuzzling against Jono's shoulder. "My hero." He isn't even teasing in the slightest. When he pulls away, it's with a tiny, hesitant smile. "Want to come in and meet my mom? I told her what happened, so she's kind of ... anxious to meet you."

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

He looks at the door, then back to Jackson. There's half a moment of hesitation because he's a little scared. Then Jono nods and squeezes his hand. Roight. Reckon we bes' get in there, yeah?

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

Jackson gives Jono's hand a reassuring squeeze. It's all right, he tries to project, leaning in to nudge his nose against Jono's lightly. There's nothing to be worried about. Smiling softly, Jackson pulls back and turns to take a step toward the door.

Inside the room, Gray is tucked into bed with the monitor affixed to the wall above beeping a soft cardiac rhythm. Beside the bed sit a blond woman, in her early forties, holding the boy's hand and clearly trying to put herself together from the verge of hysterics. She looks up with the two enter and gives a strained little smile.

Jackson pauses just beyond the door, feeling a little awkward, and tugs at Jono's hand lightly. "Mom, this is Jono," he introduces. "Jono, this is my mom."

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Hullo, Mrs. ... And here Jono flails because his manners say he should greet her with one thing, but as far as Jono knows? Jackson doesn't have a last name. Not yet, at least. Instead, he 'coughs' slightly. Ma'am, he finishes lamely, eyes pulling up slightly in a bit of a smile. He offers his other hand, the one Jackson's not holding onto.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

Very reluctantly, she lets go of Gray's hand and smooths the blanket over him, eventually standing from her seat and moving around the bed to greet them properly. Jono will have to put that hand away, because she's going to give him a proper squeeze of a hug. When she pulls away, it's with a kind smile. "Call me Audra," she insists, because she can't be known to mom to everyone, Jackson.

Jackson ducks his head a little, smiling in spite of himself.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Okay, the hug is a surprise. Jono stands a little stiffly, eyes wide for a moment before he tries to hug her back with one arm. Unexpected, but nice. Audra, he agrees after a moment, the corners of his eyes pulling up a little higher. Pleasure to finally meetcha, ma'am.

It's going to take some time to break him of certain manners.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

"It's good to meet you," she answers, smiling a little wider at Jono's manners. "I don't know how I can ever thank you," Audra goes on, pulling away to go straight back to Gray's bedside. "Between looking after Jackson and helping him find Gray? I can't tell you how much it means to me."

Jackson squeezes at Jono's hand again, inching closer to rest his cheek against his boyfriend's shoulder.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

He glances over at Jackson, releasing his hand. Instead, he puts his arm around Jackson's waist, rubbing his fingers comfortingly along the younger man's side. Once I knew what 'appened, couldn' jus' sit by an' do nothin'. Not when I could 'elp.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

"It was very brave," Audra says softly, taking Gray's hand in her own again. "For the both of you."

Jackson tries to hide his embarrassment at his mom's scrutiny and praise, sliding an arm of his own around Jono's waist to return the hug.

"I'm sure you're both dead on your feet," she goes on, glancing down at Gray with a soft, sad look. "We'll be here for a while. Why don't you go get some rest?"

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono glances to the bed, then back to Audra with a nod. Could definitely use the rest. Jackson moreso than him, but Jono's going to start feeling more of it soon, too. Our ship 'ad to leave, though.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

"Understandable," she remarks, on the subject of the ship leaving. They'll want to be as far away from this sector as possible when the Program finds out what happened. "Your room's just as you left it, dear," Audra informs Jackson gently, tilting his head to indicate the door.

He gets the non-too-subtle hint, of course, but feels awkward leaving her. Breaking away from Jono, he crosses the room to give his mom and hug. "I'll be back soon," Jackson promises, surprised to find that he doesn't want to leave her again. Not so soon, anyway, and not after how he left the last time.

When he's finally nudged away, Jackson goes back to Jono, offering one of his hands. Come on, I'll show you my room.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono blinks a little, turning his mind to check on Gray himself. There's not much to be done about the boy until the psychologists see him, but he just wants to make sure he's all right for the moment.

Once that's done, he nods to Audra and takes Jackson's offered hand. I'd like 'at, mush.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

For the moment, Gray is sleeping soundly, but only due to the mild sedatives he's being given. His mind is very erratic beyond the haze of sleep, though there's nothing to say that isn't its current state due to trauma or a permanent state due to something else.

Jackson smiles back at his mom, then leads the way out of the room after squeezing Jono's hand again. He closes the door behind them, then heads back down the corridor in the direction Jono came from. "Feels weird being back," he admits after a moment of walking.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono hopes it's just trauma. He can maybe do something about trauma. If it's permanent, well, the question is whether something can be done without making it worse.

He follows easily, mind reaching out and touching each of the prisoners. He got to know their mind-feels well while trying to pull himself together. Probably the only ones on the Starjammer that weren't touched were those who knew how to shield. Reckon it mus' be, he murmurs, pulling his attention back to Jackson. You been gone fer a while.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

Some of the former prisoners are worse than Gray, especially the older ones, and the damage doesn't seem to be consistent. If it's only trauma, then some have taken it harder than others.

"Almost a year," he admits, feeling a little sheepish to admit as much. "I feel terrible for putting my mom through that, too, but ... " It was for the best. The ends, bringing Gray home, definitely justified the means. (And it might be scary that he came to that realization all on his own as his age, but still.)

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

He wants to help them. Whether he can or not is an entirely different thing, but he wants to.

Jono nods, squeezing Jackson's hand. Aye. It was fer the best, really. If you 'adn't left, you wouldn't've foun' a way t' get t' Gray. Without the Nexus, he wouldn't have met Jono and all that.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

"Totally worth it," Jackson agrees, glancing over at Jono with a none-too-subtle grin. "I met you." Which should be fair warning that he's about to get ... sentimental.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono glances over at that, his own expression going a bit softer. Gotta admit, I reckon it was worth it, too. Maybe if they could have been faster to find Gray, but he likes the fact that he's had this chance with Jackson.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

That they managed to find Gray at all is nothing short of a miracle and Jackson isn't going to complain. "I'll probably have to stay here for a while," he admits after a pause, looking apologetic. It seems like the best place to slip in the fact that he can't just run around at his leisure anymore.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono pauses a moment, then nods. Makes sense. Yer mum's not gonna want you t' jus' go runnin' 'bout on yer own without lettin' 'er know where you are. And it could be hard to know how long time passed in one place as opposed to others.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

Which isn't to say that he won't still end up in the Nexus and won't find his way to Jono's universe (and, specifically, his room at Xavier's), just that his primary residence is going to have to be Boeshane. At least for now.

Jackson leads the way outside once they reach the hospital's lobby, only to find that it's windy and sand is blowing in from the desert. "Shield's down again," he complains, tugging Jono's hand to duck into what serves as a side street, out of direct assault of the storm. "Sorry, it's not that far from here."

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

As long as he sees Jackson sometimes, Jono figures he'll mostly be okay. Though not waking up to Jackson next to him more often will be strange.

Jono's nose wrinkles a bit at all the sand, pulling up his coat to shield his head and pulls Jackson under the coat until they're under cover. He lets it drop, shaking the worst of the sand out of his hair. Ain't yer fault. Won'er why the shield's down, though.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

That's going to be weird and contribute to more than a few sleepless nights for Jackson. He's used to Jono being there, used to the way Jono feels in his head even when he's asleep. It's going to be lonely without that.

"The generator's old," Jackson explains, reaching up to help dust the sand out of Jono's hair. "Sometimes you can only run the purifiers or the shields at the same time. The water store's probably low and the storm's not that bad." So it's an easy choice: fresh water for the colony and minimal protection from the sandstorm.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

It only takes a moment for Jono to understand that. It makes sense, especially with the way that Jackson's reacted to the sheer amount of water people use from day to day back home. Take it the Program ain't so interested in makin' sure it's fixed proper, neither.