Title: Interlude (between 3 and 4)
Fandom: RPS
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Johnny/Keira
Disclaimer: Look, all I know is, I write. I am me. I don't speculate, I write fiction. I don't have any cash, either, so forget that part about sueing me and please find something else to kill time with! Thanks.
Summary: A peek into Johnny's thoughts
Feedback: Would be very nice, thank you!

Also see:

I. Cloud Blood
II. Untitled
III. Unrequited

Cross posted to keirafanfiction and johnnyfanfic



It was the way her mind worked, mostly, that kept him intrigued with her. Even when she was acting so insecure he was sure she constantly prayed that the ground would open up and swallow her whenever she talked to him. She was so young, - too young, he thought most of the time when he studied her face and noticed she would look away, or was unable to form a coherent sentence.

But then, when they were in a different world, he was unable to not be captivated by her whole appearance, the way she tackled a scene like it was something she was born to do. He was overwhelmed by the sudden maturity that spoke from those lips, the looks that would penetrate his solid mind, the way she touched him as if there wasn’t anything more natural to do.

And so he loved to tease her. Even though he was old and wise enough to know it was unfair, that yes, as he knew, she was too young, he couldn’t help but want more of that insecurity that was so rare for her to show to anyone else but him. It would constantly remind him of the fact that he was the older, the wiser one. And even though that should’ve made him stop in the first place, it was the fact that her reactions to him confirmed it over and over again, that it made that the exact reason to keep on going. It was something like a drug, something he couldn’t get enough of. He longed for that face to look at him for recognition, for understanding. He longed for that confused expression, for something he could have power over.

He realized it wasn’t just a fatherly thing. Especially when they kissed in front of all those camera’s, and he saw the other woman in her, the fiery, confident one, he realized he was lost. For even though it was only acting, he knew that that woman was part of her.

But still, he was the older –hopefully wiser- one of them and he could still hold that to his advantage.

No, he wasn’t insecure.

Maybe not too fond of public appearances, and all those lenses flashing in his face. Maybe not comfortable, when they asked him too personal a question he felt he had the right to ignore. But insecurity had never been part of his being. He was able to deal with his own self. He’d learned that years ago, when his life had been heading down a dangerous yet tempting road, but in the end hadn't been leading him to something positive, something worthwhile.

So, he'd taken a right turn.

And look where it got him, now.

On the decks of a fake ship, staring into the eyes of an infatuated girl. A girl who was not yet a woman -but when she brushed his arm in a tempting way and said “you’re going to want to know what it tastes like”, all he could do was bring up his own hand and confirm her statement. He was Jack, but Jack was Johnny.

And sometimes, he didn’t know where one began, and the other ended.