CommCen: There's a First Time for Everything

[unkindly]

who jack + isaac
what commcen besties become something more than besties
rating AS for Awkward Sexytimes
warnings adorableness

[When Jack was recruited, they told him he'd be a field agent who also happened to have tests performed on him frequently. The reality of it turned out to be more that he was a lab rat who they kept promising they'd send out on missions "when he's ready."

At first Jack was upset, but he's come to terms with it when one of the agents who works out of the VA office hands him a folder. They're sending him out.

He has no idea how to prepare for a mission, so he doesn't. He does what the agency tells him to (a nagging thought tells him that's what he does best, but he ignores it), and into the field he goes.

The mission turns out to be a whirlwind of destruction and mayhem. Jack is not subtle, and the agency knew that before they chose him for the mission. When he finally returns, the scientists pull him in for a long series of tests before they finally release him back home for some much-needed rest.

Jack, a man who can feel well rested on a twenty-minute nap and can go for days without a proper night's sleep, is tired. When he walks up to the door of his house (a small affair not too far from the agency), it is mid-afternoon on a beautiful day in late May. The sun feels so good on his face that he drives with the top down the whole way and sits in his car for a moment before getting out of it when he gets home. When he finally does, he notices a familiar motorcycle in the drive.

The door is unlocked.

He pushes it open.]

Isaac?

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[stomped]

[ They'd swapped keys like it hadn't meant much. When Isaac had made the executive decision to road trip it all the way down going twenty to thirty over the speed limit and accruing a bruising ticket, well, he thought to himself over the loud roar of the engine that he wouldn't do this for anyone else. Maybe Nicole a long time ago, but Nicole was dead. Maybe for a kid he'd never had, or a best friend he'd never known until now. It seemed invasive to use it now when Jack wasn't home, but a tip off from VA was a tip off and he was determined to get there before Jack got through the front door.

He doesn't drink, but he goes to a liquor store in town and loads up like a binge drinker, a couple of bottles of Jack (maybe he's feeling humorous today), a nice vodka, and a tall, slender bottle of 151 that he'd opened out of curiosity and regretted the sheer smell of it (like paint peeler, but sweeter).

When Jack opens the door, he's slumped on the couch near the window, looking up as soon as the door clicks and gripping the arm tightly. ]

Jack--

[ He wants to say "you're okay" but in truth, Jack looks tired. It doesn't stop him from getting up and nearly tripping over himself to meet him there. He feels like he's standing too close but a part of him doesn't really care when he genuinely wraps his arms around him and feels the general give of him, sun-warmed and aching and it feels like hugging relief to see Jack on two feet rather than on an autopsy table or never again. ]

--Welcome back.