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]

That's a downside? Jono pulls off his coat first, draping it over a nearby chair before going to work on his boots. Because Jono wears his Docs, even in the future and that's going to take a minute to get off. Yer mum's pro'ly got it set aside somewhere safe. She 'spected you to come 'ome, after all. Though after a year, she might have started wondering if he would.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

Well, not entirely, no. Just that they're likely used to more ... space. "Yeah," he agrees, poking around the area of his desk for a box or something. Next he checks the closet and frowns a little at finding not a lot. It doesn't matter, but it's enough to nag at him, if only because he's got too many big things to stress about that finding something small to focus on is easier.

"So weird," Jackson says again, while slipping out of his trousers. He settles onto the edge of the bed and wiggles a little, as if trying to rediscover his own mattress.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

It's only a few more minutes for Jono before he's able to join Jackson on the bed. And he reads what Jackson's thinking about, and there might be legitimate things there to worry about. He wraps his arm around Jackson's middle, pulling him close to nuzzle at his hair. So far, don' look too awful.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

Pulled closer, Jackson tries to find a comfortable position on his side facing Jono, eventually tangling up their legs and draping one arm over his boyfriend. His other arm snakes up under a pillow to help cradle his head. "So far," he agrees, trying not to give into the nervousness that's been gnawing at him.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono holds Jackson close, nudging his forehead with the tip of his nose. Don' worry 'bout it, mush. We'll figure it all out later. Now, jus' sleep. Tomorrow had plenty of other things to worry about, after all.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

It's easy not to protest. He closes his eyes and enjoys Jono's comforting warmth, letting it lull him to sleep. "Love you," he murmurs, because he's already thanked Jono and this seems to suit the moment much better.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

It does. Jono runs his fingers down Jackson's back with a wave of gentle amusement and love of his own. Love you too.

[not-skywalker.livejournal.com]

Between the warmth of affection and Jono's gentle touch, Jackson is drowsy in a matter of minutes and finds relief in the lure of sleep. This time, knowing he can sleep until he's well rested and without the irrational worry that Gray isn't safe without him, sleep will be easier and less plagued with nightmare.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

And Jono's happy about that, because he falls to sleep only a few moments later. As long as he can stay curled up with Jackson, he'll be fine.