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perpetual_motionTitle: Figuring it Out
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Due South
Rating: G
Spoilers: “Juliet is Bleeding”
Pairing: None
Summary: Jack figures Louis out.
Dis: Not mine. Belonged to CBS, who screwed it, and CTV, who was possibly nicer to it.
Author’s Notes: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ds_flashfiction genderfuck challenge. Enjoy!
Figuring it Out
By Perpetual Motion
It wasn’t until after Louis died that Jack figured him out. He thought he’d known everything about Louis. They were partners, buddies, they had each other’s back. He could make Louis’s coffee without thinking about it. He could follow Louis in an interrogation without having to plan ahead. He could answer Louis’s phone and sign Louis’s reports, and no one asked a question. He knew where Louis got that scar on his forearm and that he didn’t keep in touch with his family. He knew it all.
Except he didn’t. Because he was sitting in Louis’s apartment over an open lockbox that held a birth certificate for one Louisa Gardino.
Louisa, Jack was sure, was a girl’s name. And Louis, as Jack well knew, had no sisters.
There was also a note addressed to Jack in Louis’s extra-hard handwriting:
Jack-
If you’ve found this, I’m dead. Whether because I got shot on the job or someone found out the truth, I don’t know, but I hope it’s the first. Hope you don’t hate me.
And tell Vecchio his suit is ugly, okay? They’re always ugly.
Louis
Jack stared at the note, at the birth certificate, and then at the contents of the lockbox. There were prescription notes for testosterone, receipts from a surgeon, and a business card for a psychiatrist. There were also pictures of a girl from twenty and thirty years before. She had a smile that Jack knew, a nose that Jack knew, and curly hair that Jack knew. Every single picture was labeled as Louisa.
Jack threw everything back in the box, locked it, and shoved it under his arm. He walked out of the apartment, locked it behind him, and headed for Lake Michigan. Partners watched out for partners, and Louis had been a great partner. No one else was ever going to hear about Louisa.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Due South
Rating: G
Spoilers: “Juliet is Bleeding”
Pairing: None
Summary: Jack figures Louis out.
Dis: Not mine. Belonged to CBS, who screwed it, and CTV, who was possibly nicer to it.
Author’s Notes: For the
ds_flashfiction genderfuck challenge. Enjoy!Figuring it Out
By Perpetual Motion
It wasn’t until after Louis died that Jack figured him out. He thought he’d known everything about Louis. They were partners, buddies, they had each other’s back. He could make Louis’s coffee without thinking about it. He could follow Louis in an interrogation without having to plan ahead. He could answer Louis’s phone and sign Louis’s reports, and no one asked a question. He knew where Louis got that scar on his forearm and that he didn’t keep in touch with his family. He knew it all.
Except he didn’t. Because he was sitting in Louis’s apartment over an open lockbox that held a birth certificate for one Louisa Gardino.
Louisa, Jack was sure, was a girl’s name. And Louis, as Jack well knew, had no sisters.
There was also a note addressed to Jack in Louis’s extra-hard handwriting:
Jack-
If you’ve found this, I’m dead. Whether because I got shot on the job or someone found out the truth, I don’t know, but I hope it’s the first. Hope you don’t hate me.
And tell Vecchio his suit is ugly, okay? They’re always ugly.
Louis
Jack stared at the note, at the birth certificate, and then at the contents of the lockbox. There were prescription notes for testosterone, receipts from a surgeon, and a business card for a psychiatrist. There were also pictures of a girl from twenty and thirty years before. She had a smile that Jack knew, a nose that Jack knew, and curly hair that Jack knew. Every single picture was labeled as Louisa.
Jack threw everything back in the box, locked it, and shoved it under his arm. He walked out of the apartment, locked it behind him, and headed for Lake Michigan. Partners watched out for partners, and Louis had been a great partner. No one else was ever going to hear about Louisa.
