http://quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] quitehomoerotic 2009-12-27 05:07 am (UTC)

The voice, Jack thought, sounded vaguely female. But then at the same time it wasn't at all. He could almost swear as well -though he didn't know why- that it was familiar. A resonance in the sound that reminded him of something. Of somewhere.

But that was silly.

With a huff he stood from his chair and walked himself to the nearest speaker to address it as though it were the lifeform. He knew of course, that it wasn't, but it somehow felt better that way.

"Well I'm guessing, by the sound of it, you know me. But you know what, call me a spoil sport but it's late, I've had a long day and you know what? I really don't want to play a game of riddles. I've been around, and I've got a lot of people and things that would like to infiltrate me. And in more ways than one. So how about you throw me a lifeline out here, huh? You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours."

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