Not dead. Not dead not dead not dead. Jono could still feel the spark in Jackson's mind as he scrambled forward, patting down Jackson's pockets. "You and your fuckin' pockets," he grumbles, because he has to do something to ignore the way his hands shake. He doesn't want to leave himself without a PINpoint, then seems to remember where they are. As long as he can remember the coordinates home, he can get to the island.
Jono grabs his own PIN out of his pocket, looking up at Gray with a glare. "Stay put," he growls, then reaches down and wraps Jackson's fingers around the PIN. He leans down for a quick kiss, ignoring the taste of blood on his friend...on the man he loves. Fuck, he needs to just admit that. Once Jackson's okay again. Without another word, he presses the right button and scrambles back to get out of the teleport.
Foley would be able to save him. He had to. But once Jackson's gone, Jono can see just how much blood is on the ground and he can't stop the way his hands shake for anything.
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Date: 2010-02-03 12:25 am (UTC)Jono grabs his own PIN out of his pocket, looking up at Gray with a glare. "Stay put," he growls, then reaches down and wraps Jackson's fingers around the PIN. He leans down for a quick kiss, ignoring the taste of blood on his friend...on the man he loves. Fuck, he needs to just admit that. Once Jackson's okay again. Without another word, he presses the right button and scrambles back to get out of the teleport.
Foley would be able to save him. He had to. But once Jackson's gone, Jono can see just how much blood is on the ground and he can't stop the way his hands shake for anything.