Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Diaries ❯ Old Flames ( Chapter 13 )

"Jail cells always seem so dank. It's a wonder anyone gets reformed." Jack sighed softly, as he took a drag off his cigarette. Walking down the hall, he regarded the man in the cells quietly, some from the mob that had attacked the town's so called monster, and others random offenders. He walked up to one with a single occupant in it, as one of the small town's officers walked down the hall, checking on the prisoners.

"You're in quite a bit of trouble friend. Charges of kidnapping, assaulting a minor, destruction of public property, my the list just keeps growing." Taking another drag, Jack smirked slightly, nudging the rectangle glasses back a little with his free hand as he addressed one of the men that had been in the monster-hunting mob.

The black haired man looked up, frowning. "Why are we being blamed?! That monster set us up!" Standing up, the former mob member walked to the bars of the cell, gripping them tightly. "The police should be thanking us for trying to help the community, not treating us like criminals!"

Blowing a puff of smoke into the man's face, Jack gave him a condescending smile. "Oh my, I guess everyone has it wrong. I mean the person who confessed about kidnapping an orphan girl to use as a hostage must have been completely off their rocker. And that same girl being in the hospital because of the leader of your little glee club must have just fallen on that knife right?"

Glaring, the man reached through the bars, grabbing Jack's black jacket. "Who told you that?!"

Glancing at the hand a moment, the agent took a final puff from his cig, letting it fall to the ground. A moment after the jailed mans eye's glanced at it, he felt his arm being twisted almost out of his socket, forcing him to bend over and being forced to his knees. Giving a cry of pain, he clawed at his arm, looking out of the corner of his eye at the man in the black jacket, holding his arm with one hand.

"Next time, maybe you'll want to trust your little friends more. Of course, I personally think attacking little girls is something you should start taking off your to do list." Releasing the arm, Jack watched the man clutch at his shoulder, before turning and walking back down the hallway.

Jack walked out of the cell black, yawning softly to himself. He had been running around almost since he had arrived in Mt. Morris, and although he did not want to admit it, it was starting to catch up on him. Walking past a couple more of the local officers, Jack gave that dashing smile at one of the females, before he watched her turn away with a small sniff.

"Wow, so friendly…" He muttered to himself, walked out the backdoor. He took a few steps before he heard someone walking up behind him, turning his head slightly to see the police chief walking towards him. Pushing his glasses up on his nose a little again, her turned around, giving a small grin.

"We just got his fax for you, Agent Wolf." Jack took the offered paper, his grin growing slightly as he skimmed over it. "I can't say I completely agree with this though…"

"Relax, Chief. Now that you've rounded up that little mob you had brewing, your nice quiet little town should stay that way." Jack tucked the fax into one of the pockets inside his jacket. "Just don't mind us, and everything will work out fine."

Frowning, the old man scratched at his graybeard slightly. "But what about that monster? We haven't heard anything about it since we picked these guys up."

Lowering his glasses a second, Jack Wolf gazed at the older man, before his grin returned onto his face. "That's not your problem, Chief." Turning away, the agent walked to his car, leaving the police chief standing in the parking lot as he drove off.

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Dark Diaries

Entry 13 "Old Flames"

Written by Rocker Starlight

Permission from Lord Archive

A/N ~ This chapter is the clean version of Adult Dark Diaries - Entry 2. To see the unedited version, see ADD 2. However, that chapter is only for those who are 18 or older. Please keep this in mind, and enjoy.

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It had been four days since Erin's departure, and Ms. Klink was still adjusting. Brian being held for questioning, Jill in the hospital with the digimon that had been staying in the shed, and Erin and Selene no longer in the orphanage, made it seem very quiet. If you did not count when Darien got the notion to start jumping around like crazy, that is. Sighing softly, the orphanage caretaker leaned back on the couch, trying to relax.

With the young children playing in the backyard, Beverly flipped slowly through the television stations, ignoring the newscasts about the mob incident Erin and Jill had been involved in. After Erin and Jill had given her their sides, she couldn't watch the news without feeling a touch of annoyance. It really got to her how Erin, as Black War Humon as he called himself, got blamed for so much of the destruction.

Finally shutting the TV off in disgust, Beverly laid her head back. With everything that had been thrown at her since arriving at the hospital four days ago, she had barely thought about the other thing that normally would have put her hair on end. Jack Wolf had once again entered her life, and it could not have been a worse time. Not even counting the fact, it seemed Jack was only in Mt. Morris to find out about the digimon incidents.

Walking into the kitchen, she made herself a small sandwich, trying to get Jack out of her head. The man had no right to come calling on her like he had, giving her a rose and acting as if nothing had changed. The womanizing cur certainly had audacity, if nothing else. As she began mentally ranting over the man's flaws, she decided to ignore the fact she had brought the rose home and put it in a cup of water on her desk.

Finishing her snack, a knock at the front door stopped her before had taken a step out of the kitchen. She frowned slightly, knowing she was not expecting anyone today. Checking herself over, smoothing out the plain shirt and skirt, she went to the front door. Whoever was knocking seemed a bit impatient, keeping a constant rapping on the door as she walked to it. Cracking the door, with the bolt still on, she frowned deeply at what she saw.

Standing on the orphanage's front porch, was the very man Beverly Klink had been cursing about for the last ten minutes. He had a small bit of stubble on his face, and his shirt was unbuttoned a little at the top, looking at haphazard as always. In his hands was a small bouquet of flowers. When he noticed the door was cracked, he gave that Cheshire cat grin of his. "Ahhh, I hoped someone would be home."

Sighing softly, Beverly shut the door enough to undo the bolt and open the door completely, making her frown evident to the man. "What do you want now Jack? I'm not in the mood…"

Ignoring the frown, Jack held the small bouquet of flowers out to her. "I can imagine. One of your wards in the hospital, one being held by the police the incident that put her there, and a third just off and running away. It must be hard on you."

Glancing at the flowers, Ms. Klink crossed her arms under her breasts. "What is it Jack? You wouldn't be here without a reason."

Flashing that grin at her again, Jack walked past her into the orphanage, setting the flowers onto a table as he looks around. "Looks like your doing alright for yourself. Seems like only yesterday you were laying in bed with me, telling me how you wanted to help kids who lost their families."

Frowning deeper, she followed him into the house, until he reached the living room. She grabbed his arm, stopping him and making him face her again. "Jack, I don't have time for this. So if you don't mind, I'd rather you left."

There was that grin again, as Jack reached into a pocket inside his jacket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. "Afraid not. See, You've got a new roommate here for the moment."

Snatching the paper out of Jack's hand, Beverly's frown deepened, not liking where this conversation was going. Opening the folded paper, her eyes slowly widened as she read each line, going over it more then once. "T… They can't do this…" She stammered out at last.

Shrugging slightly, the government agent held his hand out for the paper, folding it when she gave it back. "Actually they can. As of today, I'll be staying here to make sure nothing else happens, as well as another agent specializing in information about digimon, who will be arriving in a day or so."

Beverly felt her knees almost give out on her, catching herself on the back of one of the chairs before she fell. She couldn't believe this was happening. After taking a moment to try and compose herself, she looked back up at him, her face cool and collected again. "Who is this other agent? If they are going to stay in my home, I feel I have the right to know about them."

Jack gave a small shrug, as he flopped himself down onto the couch, setting his feet on the coffee table as he lounged. "His name's Bobby Raven. He's not an agent, per-say… At least not like I am. After all, he's only fifteen years old."

The final statement completely caught Beverly by surprise, taking a seat in the chair she was leaning on, before she really did loose her footing. "Fifteen? But that's…"

"Impossible? Trust me Bev, this kid has a good reason why he is coming. Like I said, he specializes in digimon."

That surreal feeling was starting to flood her senses again. First Erin turning out to be the monster that had been seen around town, then Jack coming back into her life. Now she not only was being forced to live with the bastard, but she also had to house a fifteen year old who was an was tied to the government and those digimon creatures. Finally surpassing what she could handle for the moment, the caretaker of the orphanage promptly passed out in her chair.

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As she slowly began to regain consciousness, Beverly rubbed her forehead, feeling a small headache forming. Looking around the living room, she didn't see any sign of Jack, the only thing that showed he had been there was the bouquet of flowers on the table near the room's entrance. Slowly standing up, she sniffed softly, the smell of food catching her attention. The younger kids new better then to try and cook, which only left one answer.

She proved herself right, as she walked into the dining room, seeing the three younger children sitting at the table with Jack, eating a large pepperoni pizza from the pizza place down the street. She stared at the sight, not even realizing a conversation was going on at the table, before the main focus of her nightmare started to wave at her.

"Here I thought you were going to miss dinner. I got you a cheese pizza to split with Mary." He pointed to the second box under the first that she hadn't noticed. "We all agreed to split one, and you two can split the other."

Numbly walking to the table, she took her seat and got herself a couple slices, slowly starting to eat. The food helped her head clear the cobwebs that had been forming, finally letting her try and think through all off this.

"So tell us what happened next, Jack!' Darien was practically on the edge of his seat as he ate his pizza. "Did you get out of the trap alive?"

Beverly blinked at the young boy's question, raising an eyebrow at Jack, who rubbed the back of his head slightly. "Of course I did. I wouldn't be here, if I hadn't. See, after the Kingpin locked me in the meat locker, he forgot to check me over completely. I took a small hairpin I saved just for special occasions, and popped the lock. After that, it was easy getting out, since the tubby idiot had already left the building, figuring I was dead."

"Wow… You must be, like, famous!" Angela smiled at the older man, ignoring her food.

Jack waved his hand slightly. "No, I prefer keeping everything low key. Having everyone know who you are really makes being a secret agent hard work." Looking over at Beverly, who was glaring rather heatedly at him, Jack cleared his throat slightly. "But that's enough stories."

Angela and Darien both groaned slightly, trying to ask more about what it was like to be a secret agent, but he refused to answer. "Finish your dinner, children. It's already getting close to bedtime, and you all still need to take your baths." The two louder children quickly went quiet at the tone of her voice. Mary, who had been quiet the whole time, just ate without a comment.

The rest of the night went quietly, as Beverly helped the three children take their baths, finally putting them to bed. Whenever Angela or Darien would ask her something about Jack, she simply said they would discuss it in the morning. Her mood did not turn for the better when she realized Jack had mentioned he would be staying with them for the time being.

As she started to tuck Mary into her bed, she noticed the girl was fidgeting slightly. "Mary, is something wrong?"

Mary looked at her caretaker with those quite eyes, before she spoke. "Is everyone going away, Ms. Klink?"

Beverly had been expecting this question ever since Selene had left, as she gave the young girl a gentle smile. "Why do you ask?"

The red head fidgeted a little again, before she answered. "First Ms. Selene left because she got a family. Now Mr. Erin and Mr. Brian are both gone. Are we all going to leave too?"

Stroking Mary's hair softly, Beverly noticed Angela peeking out from under her covers. It seemed the shy one of the pair was not the only one worried. "We are not going anywhere. You know you are all looking for families to take you in, and we should be happy that one finally picked Selene. Erin had to go on a trip for a little while, and Brian is in trouble right now, which is why he isn't staying here. But we aren't going anywhere, small one. All right?"

At the young girl's nod, she kissed the shy twin's forehead softly. "Now it is time for you both to go to sleep. We'll talk about anything else in the morning." She directed the last comment towards Angela's bed, as she turned the little night light on for them, and closed the door to a crack.

Walking down the stairs, Beverly went straight through the living room and kitchen, stepping out onto the back porch. Letting her eyes gaze at the starlit sky, she let her mind wander, hugging herself as she tried not to let her thoughts focus on the things that had been troubling her lately. As she finally started to relax, another pair of arms wrapped around her body, followed by another warm body pressing against her back.

"A warm moonlit night… What more could you ask, for a romantic evening?" Jack whispered in her ear softly, giving her a small squeeze.

"I could ask to be by myself…" She retorted quietly, glancing back at the man for a moment, before watching the stars again.

"You wound me, Beverly. Can you honestly tell me you don't think about all those times we were together? How good we were at keeping one another warm?"

Beverly shivered slightly as she felt him nibble her ear slightly. "I remember a man who enjoyed keeping as many women warm as he could. Why should I think otherwise now?"

A soft nibble on her neck answered her, as her arms pressed her back against his chest. "I was a college kid who was too stupid to know a good thing when I had it. Would you really hold that against me?"

Her neck arched slightly, letting his mouth nibble easier. "And that is different from now?" Her retort didn't have her normal barb to it, as she felt his lips on her neck, making her skin break out in goose bumps. She lifted her arms, letting him hug her closer, and laying her arms on top of his. She gave a soft gasp as she felt him bite down gently for a moment.

"Can you honestly say you didn't miss me?" His hands started to rub at her stomach through her shirt, as he whispered in her ear again. "Can you tell me you didn't miss this?"

Her body was trembling slightly, the tone in his voice arousing her as well as annoying her. To a point, she hated that he knew her buttons so well, something he had always tried to use whenever she was mad at him. Of course, not having been with someone in so long made it that much harder to resist. Trying to gather her resolve, Beverly slowly pulled his arms open, reluctantly pulling herself away from his touch.

"Jack, we shouldn't…" She let go of his hands, pausing a minute, before she turned around to face him. "It's been too lo…" Her sentence was cut off as a pair of lips met hers, two hands cupping her cheeks. She tried to pull herself away, pushing slightly at his shoulders, but as he held the kiss, she slowly relaxed into it, letting her arms drape over his shoulders.

Beverly pulled away from the kiss finally, panting softly as she stared into his eyes, twin pools of blue and gray holding her for a moment, before she muttered softly. "You're a bastard, Jack Wolf…" She kissed his cheek softly, as she pressed herself against him again.

Chuckling softly, Jack let his hands slip around her hips, cupping her ass and squeezing each cheek firmly. He listened to the soft moan she gave as he massaged her rear end, rubbing his crotch against hers a little as he felt her hips moving slightly.

"We… We should go inside…" She stammered softly as she felt him grinding against her slightly.

Giving her butt a pinch, Jack started to pull away, before he slide an arm over her shoulders. She leaned against him, as they walked back into the house.

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Moonlight streamed down from the sky, illuminating a man in dark clothing as he knelt down in front of the back door of the Mt. Morris Orphanage. Fiddling with the piece of wire he was using to try and pick the lock, he was finally rewarded as he heard it click open. Dropped the wire, the man pulled his cloth mask over his head so only his eyes could be seen, before he walked into the house on his tiptoes.

The intruder grinned to himself under the mask. This was proving to be much easier then he had anticipated. His boss had told him this was going to be a difficult job, but he still didn't see what one woman and a couple little kids could do to stop him.

"You know, I think you're a little old for this place." The masked man looked around quickly, unsure where the voice had come from. After a moment, a small red dot appeared from the doorway to the next room, with a small trail of smoke coming from it. Reaching for the firearm on his belt, he gave a yell as he felt a bullet rip through his palm.

Holding his bleeding hand, the intruder fell to his knees, crying softly from the pain in his hand. He barely noticed the laser pointer aiming for his heart, before he looked up at the man in the shadows. "W...Why…?"

Jack stepped out of the shadows of the doorway, his cigarette hanging slightly from his mouth, and a pistol with a silencer attached aimed at the man on the tile floor. "Consider me this place's Guardian Angel." Stepping up to the man, he slammed the butt of his gun into the masked man's temple, knocking him out cold.

Kicking the bleeding hand onto the unconscious man's chest, Jack took a deep drag of his cigarette. Tempted as he was to send the guy back as an example to whoever sent him, getting him off the streets so he couldn't try this again was more important. Shivering at the slight breeze, Jack walked over and picked up the small piece of wire the man had been trying to open the lock with.

"I can't believe he actually thought this would work…" Snapping the wire between his fingers easily, Jack shut and locked the door completely, as he grabbed the cordless phone. Dialing the number as he kept his gun trained on the man, Jack gave a small smirk. "911? This is Agent Jack Wolf. Can you send a police car over to the orphanage to pick up an intruder? Thanks."

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Yawning softly, Beverly Klink slowly opened her eyes. She was still a little surprised at herself for giving into Jack. Maybe he really had changed? Not likely, but she would deal with that later.

Quickly throwing her dark green robe on, the caretaker glanced around the room. She was curious where Jack was, since she expected him to wake her up like he used to. She blushed at the memory of how creative Jack got sometimes, as she walked down the stairs to start preparing breakfast.

"Well at least the flight had a good movie. It's about the most entertainment you'll have for awhile coming here." Jack's voice came from the living, stopping Beverly before she reached the kitchen, as she glanced at the doorway curiously.

"That's what I heard. I'm just hoping I don't die of boredom!" Laughter followed from the unfamiliar voice, a young boy by the sound of it. As Beverly looked into the living room, as she saw a blond teen sitting in one of the chairs, an energetic grin on his face. Wearing a brown T-shirt and jeans, the blond boy glanced over, a slight blush touching his cheeks.

At the boy's silence, Jack looked over, grinning as he saw Beverly standing in the doorway. Walking over to her, Jack tightened the front of her robe, which had accidentally shown a little more then she had realized, making the older woman blush as well. "Bobby Raven, meet Beverly Klink. She's the caretaker of the orphanage."

Bobby stood up, giving a smile as nodded to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope we won't be a bother."

Beverly blinked as she looked at the young man. "We?"

At the question, a small pink bird popped out from behind the chair, standing as tall as the boy's knees. "Hello Ma'am. My name is Piyomon. Thank you for letting us stay here."

The older woman stared at the talking bird for a moment, Jack's arm holding her shoulders keeping her from loosing her balance. "Y…You're welcome…"

Jack smiled. "How about I make breakfast for the kids. Bobby, will you walk her through this, so she knows what's going on?" Walking the woman to the couch, he watched the boy nod and sit as he made sure Beverly wasn't going to pass out on him.

As Jack walked out of the room to prepare the meal, Bobby rubbed the back of his head slightly. "Well I guess I should explain the basics…"

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Floramon ~ *smiles* That wasn't that bad, Rocker. It seemed more like it had a reason then the last one.

Toy Agumon ~ And Jack's a bad ass!

Rocker ~ *sweat drops, as he watches Toy Agumon imitating some of Jack's scenes* Um… Thanks…

Floramon ~