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01 January 2008 @ 09:51 pm
His Private Ghost Chapter 4  
Title: His Private Ghost Chapter 4
Fandom: BBM
Summary: ghost!Jack. This was originally a bit domestic, but I've decided to take it in a new direction. Dark Fantasy.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Annie Proulx's brilliant characters, and I make no profit from them.
AN: Un-beta'd. Sorry for so long between updates. Don't worry, I'm still cranking away on everything.
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Chapter 4

Things went from bad to worse, from Ennis's point of view. He felt like Jack had some illness that he couldn't understand and no doctor could treat. He'd brought back a pack of smokes for Jack one day, but he was still as death on the bed. Jack hadn't answered his shouts, and it'd taken a few minutes for Ennis to find Jack at all. When he did, all he could do was lay the smokes on the nightstand and tell Jack they were there. He felt the need to say something soothing to Jack, but wasn't used to that kind of thing, except with his girls when they were real little. Instead, he sat down on the floor next to the bed and told Jack the story of his day. Usually, if Jack was having a good day, he would ask, but Ennis figured that even if he couldn't ask, he'd want to know. Ennis told about the new starts and complained about mucking stalls. It wasn't in his nature to complain, 'course, but he felt some need to keep talking in the deathly silence, and he figured that would amuse Jack no end. When he was done, he was rewarded by the feel of a strong, warm hand on his neck, holding him close. Ennis felt tears prick at his eyes and tried to bear down on them before the emotion became too much. He didn't understand what was happening, and that scared him, worried him that he was losin' Jack a second time and even faster than he could have thought possible. One day, would he return home to find Jack gone, really gone? Ennis could imagine it now, himself rushing from room to room, trying to find a passed-out ghost lyin' silent on the floor. How does a ghost pass out anyway?

Ennis got up to find refreshment for his silent bed-side vigil. The whiskey went down smooth and was all the dinner he needed that night.


Ennis awoke confused, the sky outside still dark, and not the pre-dawn dark that told Ennis it was time to go about his daily business, but the dark dark that told of the middle of a long night.

The next sensation Ennis knew of was the tang of sharp cigarette smoke touching his nose. The need rose up strong, and not for the first time he wanted to curse Jack for forcing Ennis to quit while Jack could go on smoking around him. Ennis's sat up, his back and neck on the right side hurting like fire, like it'd made the smell itself. No wonder, he'd fallen asleep on the floor. A red cinder like a smoldering signal light hovered a couple feet above the bed.

It shifted just a bit, and a sound replaced the darkness where it had been. "Shhhhh."

"What the--"


"The hell's--"

"Don't you goddamn know what shhh means?" Jack whispered, harsh.

"Well whut the hell are we shushing for?"

"I... I don't know," Jack whispered quietly and carefully before the cigarette moved back to his lips, a curl of smoke twisting up as he 'exhaled'.

A howl int he distance sent a shiver down Ennis's neck and back behind his ears. "That didn't sound like a damn coyote," he whispered. "When's the last time there've been wolves 'round these parts?"

"You live here, not me," Jack answered. "But that--"

The howl rose again in the dark, and Ennis saw the red ember of the cigarette flip upwards. He imagined Jack was holding up a finger like he was asking for quiet, but Ennis had no way to be sure of that. Shit, what he would a given to see Jack, to see his little gestures, his fingers moving, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed or the way he licked his lips sometimes when he was thinking or before he spoke. None of that was part of the life they had anymore, and that was how it was. It was a safe life-- no chance of being found out and knowed-- but he'd had to give up so much. he didn't stop to think whether maybe it was too much, maybe he should a been ok with this before... But thoughts like that were nonsense dreams for little girls and had no place in--

"Ain't no wolf," Jack said slow.

"Don't sound like a coyote," Ennis argued, standing and stretching.

"Didn't say it was."

"There ain't a whole lot else it can be, Jack." Ennis felt his patience slip. He climbed up into the bed next to Jack, sitting what he thought and hopes was elbow-to-elbow.

"Ennis..." Jack leaned over the side of the bed and tapped his ash onto the floor where Ennis'd just been sitting. Ennis had no call to complain, as it was Jack who did the cleaning, so he waited for Jack to say what it was he was going to say.

"I think there's... something out there."

"Yeah, a coyote."

"No, I mean, somethin' from my world."


"Somethin's hunting me." Jack said it with little patience. Usually when it comes close I feel, well, like I feel sometimes, paralyzed. I don't know if that's to keep it away or so I won't fight it or what, I don't know." Another long tendril of smoke twisted itself into the air. "But I'm sure it's hunting me, and I'm sure it's getting closer. Closest it's ever been, tonight." The red flame gestured feebly towards the window.

"You seem to be feelin' alright, though."

"Yup." Jack's short answer was made even shorter by the cigarette being drawn back to his lips.

"Why's that?"

"I ain't got the faintest clue." More ash onto the floor.

Ennis scrubbed at his face with the dry skin of the back of a hand. "Well what'm I supposed to do, Jack, huh? What the hell does this even mean? Makes no sense." Ennis heard the frightened and angry edges to his voice, ashamed to be bearing such emotion, but feeling them both too deep to control.

The red flicker of light extinguished itself pretty suddenly, and a moment later Ennis felt warm arms closing around his shoulders.

"Shhh. I don't know," Jack whispered, and Ennis leaned into his invisible warmth. "I wish I could tell you, but I don't know." A warm hand stroked through Ennis's thinning hair and he felt weak like a child for loving the feel, but he didn't move away from it either. He fell into the old feeling of Jack pulling him down onto the bed, and even if he couldn't see anything he could feel warmth and more than warmth the more he concentrated on it: the sticky wetness of breath, the fine tendrils of hair on Jack's arms-- naked arms, Jack's manhood still distinctly alive despite being dead. For the first time, Ennis realized that Jack didn't wear clothes, maybe didn't ever wear clothes? Did he walk around in his altogether all the time now that he was a spook? The thought of naked Jack lounging around Junior's house just for Ennis made him smile a bit and he pulled his clothes off, squeezing his eyes shut so he wouldn't break the trance of the realness of this.

For the first time since Jack'd died, Ennis let him on the inside, and Jack felt all alive to Ennis, felt like he had life to give and Ennis took it hungrily, for the moment trying not to think of the ghostly coyote-wolf that stalked them outside the gaping wood and asbestos siding of their little home. It didn't howl any more, and faded into unreality as the dawn came on.
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coffeecat33 on January 2nd, 2008 04:01 am (UTC)
heh heh
I was looking for a bedtime story and you just posted this - with a Derek Zoolander icon no less *g*

Thanks - now I can go to bed happy. *g* (again)
lolitaray: heath head in handslolitaray on January 2nd, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
Oh, I just loved this. :)

That last part with Ennis taking it all, so absolutely beautifully written. I'm so happy you updated this, it's one of my favorites. :)
bmshirts: pic#63198959bmshirts on January 2nd, 2008 04:50 am (UTC)
His Private Ghost Chapter 4
How wonderful to see this update for New Year's Day! I really liked this chapter. It answers the question as to whether Ennis can have sex with Jack's spirit.
I'm worried about whatever's coming for Jack. Is it evil? Will Ennis lose him, now and/or forever? Can Ennis save Jack finally as he should have done to save Jack from the tire irons?
Can't wait till the next chapter comes up. Thanks and Happy New Year. Carole
sweetjesweetje on January 2nd, 2008 10:44 am (UTC)
I'm still worried for Jack, but I'm glad that he has time with Ennis even if it does threaten to be short.
I love reading this. Thank you for the update. : )
samtyr: icon_jake by probodiesamtyr on January 2nd, 2008 03:45 pm (UTC)
This is an interesting idea/fic; it seems that I have missed it until now. So I will go back to the beginning and catch up. Thank you so much for sharing this.
vimarvimar on January 2nd, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC)
I've missed them so much, thank you, this is one of my favorites, I love Ghost!Jack.
Happy New Year,
judy_blue_catjudy_blue_cat on January 2nd, 2008 04:18 pm (UTC)
Glad to see this new chapter. Maybe Jack is feeling better because he has decided to resist whatever is hunting him. In the OS it seemed maybe (I'm speculating wildly here) he didn't resist it, just let it come and get him because he had lost hope of being with Ennis.
bmshirts: pic#63198959bmshirts on January 2nd, 2008 04:26 pm (UTC)
His Private Ghost
Hi. I'm with you re OS Jack not resisting death when it came for him. I have always thought Ennis' continuing rejection of the life and love Jack so desperately wanted/needed was a direct cause of Jack becoming reckless because he no longer wished to live.
Happy New Year. Carole
cwby30 on January 2nd, 2008 05:54 pm (UTC)
His Private Ghost 4

Well, whether easy and domestic, or dark and thoughtful, it's a good story about how Ennis coped after Jack died. Liked the last paragraph, how Ennis finally let Jack inside and that it made Jack feel alive to Ennis. He's finally realized how much Jack meant to him, and that maybe just maybe they could have done this before Jack died. Hindsight and remorse, but still growth.

Thanks again.
el_wingel_wing on January 2nd, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC)
I love the premise of this whole story-- Ennis the haunted. What a prefect metaphor too. OC Ennis was haunted, by his past, by his fears and by Jack. Here you have him literally haunted by Jack. And now something is coming to get Jack (love Judy's comment regarding this and OC Jack).

Thanks. I wait for more, please.
acht_achtacht_acht on January 2nd, 2008 08:04 pm (UTC)
Damn, this is great, and I don´t even remember the reading first chapters before . This dark ghost wolf thing scares me, but it brings them closer together ... hmmm ... Jack the ghost warming Ennis, that´s nice ... Clara
not_hathor: Chowsnot_hathor on January 2nd, 2008 09:09 pm (UTC)
oh noes, the Wild Hunt is after our Jack!

Hold on to him, Ennis, don't let go.....
caij on January 2nd, 2008 11:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you,always great to hear from you!
Liefs Carolien
wintertideaileb42 on January 3rd, 2008 01:50 am (UTC)
I didn't yet read the first three parts, but I just loved this, I have to read the rest now, thank you, M.
freetraveller15freetraveller15 on July 30th, 2008 05:28 pm (UTC)
Beautifully written. I have missed the previous parts, I'm off to read them soon :)