Jack Thompson x Reader
What Lies Before Us
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Chapter 16
“What’s the bag for?”, Jack asked when Y/N emerged from her apartment with a bag in her hand, walking towards him standing next to his car.
“It’s Christmas”, she said as if it were self-explanatory.
“Yes, I have deduced that much by the ungodly number of decorations hanging in our neighbourhood.”
Y/N scoffed. “I managed to buy some presents for your parents”, she said, adding with a grin, “don’t worry. I put both of our names on there. Just pretend you had a say in picking them out.”
“What did you get them?”
Y/N contemplated making it a surprise for him, too, but then he wouldn’t be able to know what they’d get to pretend he helped choosing them.
Climbing into the car, she said: “Nothing fancy. I remembered from before the war your dad liked wine, and in my time in Europe, I had the upmost luxury of working with a Frenchman who told me with utter certainty that the wine from his region was unlike anything you can get in the states. It’s a Bordeaux.”
“I know absolutely nothing about wine”, Jack replied with a grin, starting the car.
“Why would you? It only has about 12.5 percent alcohol.”, Y/N retorted with dripping sarcasm, receiving a deadpan glare in response.
“And for your ma, I got a new Dutch oven. Realised hers was missing a handle when I helped her with the dessert last time.”
“Is that gonna be your first real Christmas since before the war?”, he asked eventually.
“Oh my, how dare you say my Christmas with Peggy was no real Christmas!”, Y/N replied with played outrage, “And yes. In a way it will be. I mean, I got to spend several Christmases in Germany, but I don’t count those.”
“How were they?”, he asked, throwing her a glance from behind the steering wheel.
She tilted her head: “Actually, surprisingly similar to Christmas here. They celebrate on Christmas eve already, rather than on the 25th. But the rest? The songs, the presents, the sayings, they’re incredibly similar. Some of them went to church, though by the later stages of the war, that was also fairly regulated.” She huffed: “But hey, it had the advantage that for songs like silent night, I now can sing them bilingually. Not sure when that’ll ever come in handy, but there we go.”
“I hope we don’t have to sing today”, he groaned, causing her to laugh.
……….
“Oh, Y/N, you managed to get him here!”, Angeline proceeded to hug her before bending down to take a look at her ring, “and he really did it! I knew it, I knew it the moment I saw you in that car! Oh, it looks so beautiful on you, sweetheart.”
Meanwhile, Lucas greeted his son by putting a hand on his shoulder: “Congratulations, son.”
“Thanks, pops.”
As Y/N greeted the elder Thompson, she shot Jack a glance: “Our presents!”
Venturing inside, the place was neatly decorated as Angeline had done so even in the 1930s. Jack made his way to the living room to put the bag next to the Christmas tree. He could his mother descend upon Y/N from the dining hall even from the distance.
“Now, you owe me the story. How did he do it? Tell me he did it as it should be done, with a speech and everything!”
Even with hindsight, thinking about the event caused him to get nervous – which was silly, right? It worked out, even if the speech wasn’t necessarily going to land him a role in Hollywood. A chance he had probably blown by both putting Whitney Frost into an asylum, as well as having an ongoing feud with the richest filmmaker alive – Stark.
“Don’t worry, Angeline”, Y/N replied with a laugh, “it was… I couldn’t have asked for anything better. It was wonderful.”
“Did he have a speech prepared?”
“Yes, ma, I had a speech prepared”, Jack interjected, now joining the rest of the family in the dining hall, “sorry I didn’t first give it to you to proof-read.”
“I still remember when your father proposed to me – a poet, I tell you”, she said, turning to her husband and giving him a quick kiss, “in 1918, just weeks after the end of the war! We were so hopeful! And we were married just months later, March third, 1919.”
Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “Well, we won’t be that quick, I’m afraid.”
“Yeah, we’re practically drowning in work at the moment”, Jack agreed, wanting to set realistic expectations in the timeline in regards to marriage.
“Yes, we’ve heard the rumours about all the arrests”, Lucas said, “made huge waves down at wall street. Some huge names among them, huh?”
“Can’t really say much about it, pop, it’s an ongoing investigation”, Jack replied apologetically, “not until we bring charges. You know the drill.”
“That’s why I never wanted to work in law enforcement, son”, Lucas grinned, “I actually like talking about my job, much to the despair of Angeline.”
“I can talk to Y/N”, Jack shrugged, “it’s not like she doesn’t know the cases.”
“Perhaps the one upside of working together in a job that is as precarious as ours”, Y/N remarked sarcastically before turning to Angeline: “Can I help you with something in the kitchen? Don’t tell me you already did all the work!”
“Oh, darling, when my son already has the graciousness to appear here, then the least I can do is prepare dinner – especially if he brings his fiancée!”, Angeline waved her hand, “but you can help me bring the plates to the table, if you want.”
Y/N followed her into the kitchen, where Angeline turned to her, checking the door behind them was closed.
“Is something the matter?”, Y/N asked, tilting her head.
Angeline shook her head, simply throwing a glance at the door. “Is he alright?”
Y/N huffed in response, giving her a smile: “He’s fine. I mean, he’s Jack. And sometimes, Jack’s a bit of a… pigheaded fellow. He’s just really wanting to finish the case, you know?”
Again, Angeline shook her head: “He better learn that this won’t work out for him in the long run. He’s just like his father, always work first.”
Y/N laughed: “Don’t waste your breath on it, I tried.” The truth was – work was all they had after they had come back from war. There was no real family left, not like before. Hobbies seemed irrelevant in comparison. She might scoff about his way of dealing, but she understood it better than most.
…………
After dinner, the Thompsons and Y/N went to the living room area, where the Christmas tree was decorated. Y/N laughed when she saw that Jack had literally put the bag beneath the tree, not even taking the presents out of the bag.
She quickly went to do so, putting them to the rest of the presents, which she assumed, Angeline hat put there.
“We got you presents”, Y/N announced, handing first Angeline her present, then Lucas his.
“Since when do you give us presents, Jack?”, Lucas asked with a lopsided grin.
“Since today, apparently.”
Y/N chuckled. “It’s nothing big.”
When Angeline realised what it was, she looked directly at Y/N: “You noticed??”
“Why’d you think she noticed? I could’ve noticed!”, Jack complained jokingly.
“Darling, what colour is my Dutch oven?”, Angeline asked, and it was obvious Jack was clueless.
“Red”, Y/N said, “It’s red.”
“And that, Jack, is why. I don’t need to be a federal agent to figure that out.”
And apparently, Y/N had gotten lucky with her pick in wine, despite having no idea what vineyard was good, or what year had been a good year, but apparently, it was a solid pick as Lucas went on to explain – unlike his son, he, apparently, understood something about wine. Jack received a new leather wallet, Y/N was gifted a watch – for which she felt terrible, as she really didn’t want other people spending money on her.
“Don’t even start, Y/N, first, you’ve missed about 7 years of Christmases, and second, you’re going to be my daughter-in-law, and I never had a daughter to buy presents for!”, Angeline objected her discomfort.
“That is immensely kind, thank you both”, Y/N said, still a bit unsure about the present, but knowing that refusing to accept it would be even worse than accepting it reluctantly, “Am I right to assume you two will drive up north tomorrow to visit Colette?”
Jack huffed: “It’s weird to hear you call Gam-Gam Colette.”
“Well, she ain’t my Grandma”, Y/N remarked with a grin.
“I’m sure she’d adopt you”, Jack shrugged.
“That’s definitely true”, Angeline laughed, and Lucas nodded.
“Yeah, we’ll head there tomorrow mid-morning. My brother’s family’s with her today.”
“Tell her I deeply apologise for us not being there”, Y/N said, “I already had to broker like a madman to get us here today.”
“For my part, I’d sleep easier knowing that our ongoing case is closed, you know”, Jack threw her a look, “it’s not like I just refuse to leave my office because I like the chair.”
“Oh, I know”, Y/N shook her head with a smile, “if all people had your work ethics, I’m sure the world would be running like clockwork. But I still believe one can spare one evening without the world imploding.”
“Have you seen our work?”, he scoffed, “things literally implode around us all the time.”
“If only Vernon had brought you to an accountant, rather than the SSR”, Angeline remarked in overdone desperation.
“I’m quite certain Jack would’ve quit on day two”, Lucas remarked, causing the rest to laugh – because that was spot-on. No chance Jack would’ve spent more than 48 hours doing taxes – as a matter of fact, he had always hated accounting. Maybe that explained his dislike for filing, too.
“Speaking of the SSR”, Jack picked up, “We might not be with them for that much longer. After this case is done, were leaving the SSR and change to the CIA.”
“You do?”, Lucas raised his eyebrows, “I thought you mentioned hating the new intelligence agency.”
“Oh, that was referring to the FBI”, Y/N said, “Unlike with them, we haven’t clashed heads with the CIA. At least yet.”
“CIA, FBI, SSR – how many intelligence agencies does one country need?”, Angeline asked, “this is even worse than it was during the war!”
“I suppose that’s because now we have to fight a war without calling it that”, Y/N shrugged.
“It’s labour-intensive work”, Jack added and huffed, “and it seems you need one agency for the threat within, one for the threat from without, and one to chase after Howard Stark’s constantly stolen doohickies.” He wasn’t wrong, in a way – but his unceasing resentment towards the inventor still made Y/N laugh.
“You met him, son?”
“Stark?”, Jack asked back, and his father nodded. “Yeah. Charming. Great sense for the newest fashion.” The cynicism dripped from every syllable.
“You must have missed their press conference”, Y/N remarked sarcastically, “It was a sight to behold.”
Jack threw her a glance telling her ‘thanks for bringing that up’.
“You should’ve referred him to me, Jack! Could’ve been the acquisition of a lifetime!”
“Seriously, pops?”, Jack rolled his eyes, “I sincerely doubt you’d want to spend more than three minutes with the guy in the same building.”
“Son, I’d meet with Stalin if that meant getting a client like Stark.”
………
“Thank you so much for the wonderful dinner, and the watch. It’s really, really beautiful”, Y/N said when walking outside the house, kissing Angeline and Lucas on the cheeks. She hated this kind of greeting, because ever since stepping a foot on European soil, she found it absolutely confusing – one kiss, two kisses, or three? It would change, it seemed, from city to city, or from person to person.
“Oh, you’re very welcome”, Angeline gave her a bright smile, “after all, I think it’s much to you we even got to see our son for Christmas!”
Walking to the car, Y/N waved goodbye to Jack’s parents, who returned inside, given it was bitterly cold outside.
“You wanna drive?”
The question made her abruptly look at her fiancé: “Something wrong?”
He laughed a bit confused: “I only asked you if you wanted to drive, not to resuscitate me.”
“Exactly”, she underlined, but shrugged, “Sure.” He passed her his keys and she walked to the driver’s seat, adjusted it and the mirrors, before turning on the engine. She was still trying to figure out what had gotten into him to even ask her to drive – the only time she insisted on driving was when he came from a bar. And for his standards, he hadn’t touched alcohol the entire evening. It was a quiet drive – the streets, for New York standards, were practically empty. Most businesses were closed because of the holidays, and most motorists were, apparently, at home, too. Y/N was about to comment on how under these circumstances, driving in New York was almost tolerable when she saw in the side mirror that she’d probably not get an answer. Jack had fallen asleep.
She smiled, shaking her head. ‘How typical’.
Given it was exam season and the next one was right around the corner, only three days away, social fairs had been reduced to trips to the cafeteria, at best. Y/N spent most of her time in the library, trying to do some revision for the exam on Friday, which was on the transformation of the state order in the aftermath of the Congress of Vienna. From the formation of new states to the establishment of international alliances, and the birth of constitutional states – and the demise of the system in 1914.
It had quite technical elements to it, as well as a bunch of words that were literally untranslatable and one had to rely on the French word, or, in some instances, the German. There were other annoying parts, such as the fact that European kings changed all the time, every dynasty seemed to only have two names to pick from, so you had to be spot-on with the number as a suffix – because, God forbid accidentally mistaking Alexander II with Alexander III, as they were practically polar opposites. Hence, Y/N was grateful to Austria-Hungary, which, for most of the period, only had one emperor. Franz Josef. In any case, she was at the library from 9 to 5, and would then go home and rest, reading something to take her mind off the matter. Her failsafe answer to any question regarding the immediate aftermath of the Napoleonic Wars was to talk about Metternich, 1860-90 was Bismarck-time, and then it would inevitably spiral to the unfortunate Kaiser that was Kaiser Wilhelm II. That approach seemed, to her, like a good balance between revision and relaxation. That was not the approach Jack took. He’d be in the library for just as long, until the librarians would kick him out, and then he’d study again from 10 into the morning. That session, Y/N found pointless. Why not just go to bed, and continue revision the next day – well-rested? But after having experienced multiple exam seasons already, she didn’t even try to change his mind. His mind was set, and that was the end of the story.
They mostly studied on the same floor of the library, albeit not in the same section. Y/N was returning from the bathroom, heading back to the station, when she walked past the area where Jack usually studied, so she decided to pay him a visit. After all, they were taking the same exam. Well, that was the plan.
But as it turned out, she’d not get much of a conversation, given Jack had fallen asleep face-down on his notes.
‘I told you’, she thought, ‘I told you so. But no, I was just being a wuss, right? So much for tough guy, great job falling asleep in the middle of the goddamn library.’
Naturally, she didn’t say any of it out loud. Should she wake him or let him sleep? He’d want her to wake him up. Was it smart? Probably not. But it was what he would’ve wanted.
“Jack”, she shook his shoulder, causing him to jolt up.
“W- What?”
“Welcome back”, she said, grinned, and left him to it.
“Jack”, Y/N shook his shoulder. He blinked a couple of times, frowned, looked around.
“We’re here”, Y/N said, “And unfortunately, I can’t carry you inside.”
“I’m up.” He rubbed his eyes whilst the turned off the car and got out.
“When are you going to the office?”, she asked, walking up to her front door and opening it with her key.
“I dunno”, he yawned, “7-ish.”
She raised an eyebrow, raising her new watch to his face: “That is in five hours.”
“Exactly.”
“You, Mr. Thompson”, she muttered, “Are unbelievable.”
She went to take off her makeup, when she heard him call from the bedroom: “Is that box on the bed intentional?”
“What do you think, Agent Thompson?”, she replied, “that I’d not gift you anything?”
“I wanted to give you yours tomorrow, but I guess two in the morning is technically the day intended.”
“Smartass”, Y/N grinned, returning ready for bed to the bedroom. “You can also open it later and go to sleep now.”
“Nah, I’m wide awake now.”
He handed her a parcel on his own, which she knew was big for him. He was convinced that he was a terrible gift-giver. And gift-receiver, for that part.
“You know that you don’t have to give me stuff”, he said whilst unwrapping the present.
“Ditto, but here we are, both giving each other something. Just imagine I didn’t get you anything!”
Beneath the wrapping paper was a box – and inside the box was a framed picture, as well as a little pouch with a note on it.
The framed picture was from their graduation.
“I remember that”, he said with a smile, holding it up, “You looked great.”
“My feet were hurting, and I was cold.”
“Yeah, I remember that, too”, he grinned, “I gave you my coat.”
“That you did”, Y/N smiled.
He put it to the side, then held up the pouch so that he could read the note. Unlike you, it missed the heart. He frowned: “A riddle?”
“I’m way too unimaginative to come up with a riddle”, she said laughing. He opened it and almost dropped the content.
“Please don’t make rings out of it, though.”
“You held on to that thing??”, he asked, taking the bullet into his fingers. That was the thing – the thing that had nearly killed him.
“I didn’t want to leave it in the hotel room, and after I finished my job and knew we didn’t need it for further evidence, I don’t know why, but yeah. I didn’t throw it out”, she shrugged.
“Pretty weird to see that thing”, he stated, putting it back in the pouch, “but I guess every time I look at it, I remember that you’re the reason I’m still breathing. Though the scar’s permanent reminder of that, too.”
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful scar”, she said – truthfully. “It means you pulled through.”
“That’s certainly one way to look at a scar”, he huffed amusedly. “Thank you, Y/N. For the presents, and well. For what lies behind them.”
She smiled: “You don’t have to thank me for any of it.”
He tipped towards her present with his chin: “Go on. Open it.”
Cautiously, she unwrapped it. It was a box, too. So she, too, opened the box.
“No”, she said, in disbelief, “I gave that to that fella from the rowing club to pay him off!” It was an old keychain, one that she had once been given by her own grandma. It wasn’t anything particularly special, a metal triangle with a jade stone at the centre, which for some reason, that rowing guy had found fascinating. And it was enough to make him not go to the principle with charges against Jack and his friends.
“Yeah”, he nodded, “you did. I won it back a few weeks later during a poker game. I wanted to give it to you at the graduation ceremony, but I forgot it and then the war came.”
She laughed, but was also genuinely touched by it. After all, it had been one of the only things she had from her grandma, who had passed when she had been young. “It’s fantastic. Really. Thank you!” She admired the stone on the keychain for a few seconds before giving Jack a kiss. “You should’ve really stuck to poker, rather than that goddamn Piccadilly Commando, though.”
A/N: I know, a slight delay from what I said last time. Many apologies! But at least now it’s mid-October, so it might not be as silly to have a chapter dedicated to the holidays. I hope you enjoy it - and do let me know if you want to be added/taken off the tag list. Also, feedback is always welcome. Reblogs are always a highlight. But any engagement, really.
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