#and lucas checked it out and sees that killian is hanging out with jack and is like are u serious :||

[spynorth]

Soho has ever been one of the agent’s least favorite places - it thrums with an energy and press of bodies that might have once been comforting, an offer of escape when the ever present feeling of being watched that skitters up his spine digs its claws in a bit deeper .. but now it is seen for nothing more than it is. Nothing more than a corner of Westminster that offers crowds the promise of an afternoon’s entertainment or a night spent drinking away one’s demons... laughter and the low hum of conversation beckon from various doorways, the atmosphere within doing its best to lure another potential customer into it’s depths .. but the illusion of safety holds no charm for a man who has long since stopped believing in such a thing. Collar pulled up tight against the overcast sky and threat of rain, Lucas scans the people around him, searching for familiar features with blue eyes that flicker from one face to another with quick dismissal. 

His target, when he finds him, appears relaxed enough - tight lines that have always decorated Jack’s expression seem to have grown deeper, and for a single moment the mi5 agent is hit with a memory of heat and dancing flame, the faint acrid scent of smoke seemingly carried on a gust of wind. There had been something else too.. something that now exists at the edge of his thoughts...one of the men that had been with him, the one that started the spark that grew into a raging inferno, had complained later of the smell of charred bodies. He had been fairly certain the man had been making it up, had more than likely had his fair share to drink to make such a job palpable ... but sometimes, woken in the middle of the night by one ghost or another, Lucas would catch a whiff of that sickly, sweet scent that Alan had described. He sometimes wonders if the other man had been haunted by it too, if that’s what led to a series of mistakes so idiotic they almost had to be purposeful - a self sought end at their master’s hands as some form of justice. In the end, he knows it doesn’t matter. Whatever his reasons, Alan is dead ... and Lucas is not ready for that trip underground just yet.

Expression morphs from impassive disinterest to casual surprise as he eats up the last few paces between them, folding himself into a chair across from the other man as if he is an old friend that requires no invite. Blue eyes study the younger man, weighing the marks that thirteen years have left on him - Jack had always considered himself destined for something greater, had fancied himself a bird easily carried by the wind from one adventure to the next .. and for a moment Lucas wonders if he still lives in such a fantasy, or if he’s grown to learn that every man hits the bars of his cage eventually.

“You’ve always had a flair for the dramatic. Should have known I wouldn’t find you retired and reading a book in some library somewhere. ” One brow arches, gaze flickering to take in their surroundings before returning to the younger man’s face once more. Weight shifts as he leans back into the chair, long legs crossing one over the other and brows squinting against the sun that peeks out from the cover of clouds just long enough to shine upon Jack Sparrow as if he’s the chosen one he believes himself to be. Maybe he is, a voice whispers. But even chosen ones can fall .. and it’s my job to ensure this one does as well. 

The words when they come are a rumbling baritone, a slow and easy slide between them as if the two men are nothing but friends discussing the weather and the mi5 agent allows the barest hint of smile to tug at one corner of his mouth. “I had heard you managed to weasel your way out of one problem right into another ... assumed that if you survived that one maybe you’d take a break from trying to change the world for a while. But you’ve never been one for common sense.” A woman looks at him questioningly from the door to the cafe they’re nearest and he waves her away with a casual flick of one hand - he has no plans to stay for a drink or three. This visit is nothing more than a warning between old friends, a way to delve into the waters and see how much is broken from before and what it will cost Lucas to repair it in order to tumblr it into hell once more. 

“I was asked to look into something that’s caught mi5′s attention. Seems like somethings got a few of our higher ups worried. A dead end trail of nothing but whispers and the occasional bread crumb dropped from the grips of sloppy detectives in scotland yard. And unfortunately for you, Jack - those crumbs lead right to your door.” Silences stretches between them, a few beats of quiet that the agent allows in hopes that his unspoken message will sink in.. and when he next speaks, Lucas drowns the words with as much concern as they can carry. “You could have stayed gone, Jack. Kept low and lived that life of freedom you were always on about. Instead you’re all but coming back from the dead and if it’s discreet you’re after .. you’ve allied yourself with the wrong people.”

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#trickstercaptain #verse tag ; #L I STEN sjhfjfh this got so long but im excited ok #also i know it sounds like lucas 100% knows something but i think he's either #a) fishing for info and doesnt actually know shit #or #b) someone possibly who is also in the met mentioned somehting about killian being sus #and lucas checked it out and sees that killian is hanging out with jack and is like are u serious :|| #so now hes just trying to see where the chips might fall before he reports to beckett maybe?? #idk idk. #also if you want jack to *know* he has ties to beckett thats totally cool or he can just suspect or whatever #im sorry this is 80 million words long i got into it lmaoo #also i tried to incorporate a lot from jack's backstory for this verse since they have a history so i mentioned the fire etc #i hope thats ok!! #me casually ignoring that lucas looks exactly like guy: its fine. its fine. dopplegangers are a thing