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More from the non-existent Jake/Shane novel. Set just after Shane gets killed by supervillain whose name I can't remember right now. Angst.
The days after the train wreck, time slows down to the speed of dripping molasses. Jake knows; his entire career as a superhero has been about bending time to his will, and just because this doesn’t seem to be under his control doesn’t mean it isn’t happening. Jake knows; time just isn’t flowing properly from one second to the next anymore.
It’s the only logical explanation for why Jake keeps finding himself in rooms with no recollection of how he’d gotten there. He sits for a minute to study a photograph of them from their first press conference, and when he stands again it’s nightfall. He stops in his steps, startled and gaping, when he passes a café where they’d had after-patrol coffee, and a passer-by has to shove him out of the way because of the traffic built up behind him.
The nights stretch out, long and aching and endless, and as he watches the clock tick over, Jake knows the minutes never lasted this long before.
And it figures, it just fucking figures; Shane had to go and ruin everything else in Jake’s life when he went and got himself killed. That second when Jamie couldn’t hold him back any longer, when he’d seen him – Shane laid out, god, like a hero, trickle of blood on his chin, suit in shreds, and so fucking still, still as death – everything had shattered, he’d felt it in that second that had never seemed to end.
And now he can’t make time work like it used to. It’s broken, Jake knows; and it’s all Shane’s fault.