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The Old and The New: Time’s Up

A/N: Chapter 7 of The Old and The New. @coveofmemories @heavenlycevans @gublersmind @the-slytherin-ice-queen @cosmicjennifer @doktorswho @katekat-lions @hanny-bananny (Hannah, I figured I’d tag you in this unless you don’t want me to? Let me know :D )


Both Jack and Y/N knew that running into the former construction site was a bad idea, both in terms of their opportunity to join the team, and in terms of their lives. But Dugan was a dead man walking if they didn’t go in now. If that cost Jack a chance with the team, then he’d take that risk, and he assumed, given that she was following him, Y/N was also willing to take that risk. Despite using his mother’s last name, his behavior reflected that of his father - his father’s voice in the back of his head. Do what’s right, not what’s easy. “This is such a bad idea,” Y/N whispered as they stood outside the door. “Identify yourself.”

Jack took a deep breath and yelled inside. “Jack Brooks, FBI!” he bellowed, the muscles in his arms bulging as he tightened his grip on the gun. He made eye contact with Y/N, motioning that he would head in first and she would cover him. “Bohen! Drop your weapon! It’s over!”

“It was an accident!” he screamed, pointing the gun at Jack and back at Dugan. “None of this was supposed to happen! All they had to do was keep their mouths shut! If they had just kept their fucking mouths shut this would’ve gone away! But they had to start feeling guilty.”

“Why should they have felt guilty?” Y/N asked. Bohen was desperate. There was no way this was going to go down without at least one round being shot. “They only witnessed it, didn’t they? You’re the one that killed him?” Although Jack didn’t think they were going to be able to calm him down, he wasn’t sure how this was going to go. “You’re the one that got drunk and fucked around on a wrecking ball thinking nothing would happen. You killed your own brother and then covered it up.”

“Shut up!” he screamed, his face red with rage as he pointed the gun in her direction. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jack training his gun as hard as he could, keeping a look out for some kind of shot. But no matter what move he made, Dugan was in the line of fire. “Shut up!”

“Please help me,” Dugan cried, trying to pull away and being yanked back so hard that a clump of his hair came out. “They paid me to keep quiet. They said they’d kill me.” Neither agent was surprised by that. Power and money went a long way - longer than it should have. 

Y/N didn’t have a good shot either. She needed to enrage him enough that he’d push Dugan out of the way to take a shot at one of them, preferably her considering this was her idea. “All that money and you don’t even have the common decency to own up to what you did for your brother’s sake. All you had to do was say it was an accident. A drunken accident. With your family’s money, you undoubtedly wouldn’t have served a day in jail anyway. But you didn’t…”

“Y/N,” Jack whispered out of the corner of his mouth. He could tell where she was going with this, and it was going to end in a bullet in her direction. “Instead, you had your parents cover it up. I saw your files. Your family came from nothing and made themselves what they are now through hard work. You just rode on their coattails. Told them you’d be a future president of the United States if they paid everyone off. It was an accident anyway, right? Your brother’s life obviously wasn’t worth that much to you, was it? Coward!”

“Enough!” he screamed. He swiped his arm to the side, pushing Dugan to the ground and pointing the gun in Y/N’s direction in a split second. Jack drew his weapon again, shooting it towards his right shoulder, his dominant side that was holding the gun, but not before Bohen got a shot off. A high-pitched scream sounded from his side as Y/N fell to the floor. When Bohen’s shoulder was hit, he dropped his gun, and Jack took a couple of steps forward, kicking it to the side just as his aunts and uncles came inside, guns drawn. 

“Y/N,” Jack breathed, coming to kneel at her side. “Are you okay?” He saw Y/N smile and allowed himself to breathe, with Spencer, Emily, JJ and Luke handcuffing Bohen and taking control of the scene.

“I’m fine, Jack,” she replied, reaching her hand across her body to her arm. “Just a flesh wound.” She had quick reflexes. As Bohen had aimed the gun, she ducked to the left so that the bullet grazed her arm. A couple of stitches and she’d be fine. No big deal. “You look worried about me, Jack.” He helped her up off the floor and out toward the ambulance. “Quit looking at me like that or I might get ideas, Brooks.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt. “I should’ve been quicker.”

“You were as quick as you could be,” she said earnestly. “I made the decision to piss him off because I knew it would get him to push Dugan out of the way. And I’d do it again.” As Y/N got stitched up in the ambulance, wincing slightly with each pull, Jack caught sight of his Aunt Emily. Sternly, she nodded. Oh, he was in trouble. He was in so much trouble. But he’d handle it. He did what he thought was right. “So how much trouble you think we’re in?” she asked, her eyes darting to the side in Emily’s direction. She must’ve been reading his mind. “You think we just cost ourselves a spot on the team?”

“Possibly,” he said. She shrugged. “I don’t know about you, but I’d do that again. He was going to die otherwise.”

Pulling her sleeve down over her freshly-bandaged wound, she hopped off the back of the ambulance. “Agreed. We’ll handle it, I guess.”


After Y/N was checked out again at the hospital and Bohen was taken care of and placed into custody, they headed back to the plane. Originally, Y/N thought that they were going to get a talking to on the jet, but from the looks of it, Agent Prentiss was going to ream them out when they got back, which was just hours later. 

They walked into the BAU, with Smith, Jones and Holden being dismissed and thanked immediately. “Y/N, Jack,” Emily called. “I need to see you both before you leave.” 

“If this was our one and only case,” Jack started, “it was great to work with you. You’re a great agent.”

“Back at you.”

As they walked into Agent Prentiss’s office, Y/N took a deep breath. She didn’t want this to be her last case. She wanted this position more than anything, but she wasn’t going to feel badly about saving someone’s life; there was a distinct possibility that if they didn’t go in, Dugan would have died. “Do you realize how stupid that decision was?” she asked harshly. “You could’ve gotten yourselves killed.”

“I know, Agent Prentiss,” Y/N said.

“I know.” 

“What made you think that was a good decision?” she asked.

At first, neither said a thing. But Jack felt the need to explain himself. “Agent Prentiss. I am the one who suggested we go in. I believed, and still do, that if we had waited for you, Dugan would have died. If you want to punish someone for not following orders it should be me. Y/N followed in to back me up but it was not her decision.”

Y/N’s eyes softened. He meant well. And technically he was the one to suggest going in, but she could have convinced him otherwise. She chose not to. That was her decision. “Agent Prentiss, the fault is on both of us. I could have said no and I didn’t. I agreed with Mr. Hotchner here…” she said with a smirk, looking in his direction much to his surprise. 

Jack’s head snapped back toward Emily. “I didn’t say anything,” she said, turning her attention back to Y/N. 

“If we hadn’t gone in I truly believe Dugan would have died. I also made a decision to aggravate Bohen because I felt it was the only way he’d let Dugan go. Make him come after me instead. I don’t want this to ruin my opportunity for a chance on the team, but if it does, I understand. I stand by what I did, and frankly, I believe you would’ve done the same.” She never broke eye contact with Emily. Jack was pretty sure his aunt would have done the same thing, but he was surprised Y/N had had the balls to say it to her face. That was another thing he liked about Y/N - no bullshit.

“Same goes for me.” Jack added. “I’m sorry I disobeyed orders, but I’m not sorry I saved someone’s life.” With a nod in his aunt’s direction, he snapped his head to the side. “How did you know my last name was Hotchner? I didn’t tell anyone.”

Y/N smiled, asking permission of Emily to be dismissed. “Like my cooperating agent, Dr. Spencer Reid, I do my research, Agent Hotchner. It’s been a pleasure.” With that, she walked out of the office, once again thanking Emily for the opportunity.

“You can go now, Jack,” Emily said with a small smile. “I’m glad you’re okay. And if I were you, I wouldn’t let that one get away. I’ll be in touch.”

Well, she hadn’t outright said he lost his chance. Maybe his behavior reminded Emily of his father. Maybe he’d done enough otherwise to prove himself. As he walked out of the office, he watched as Y/N sauntered toward the elevator. There was something about her. Something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Something secretive and yet open. She was a great agent, incredibly smart, funny, beautiful, and he found himself wanting to know more. 

Quickly, he ran toward his desk, grabbed his go-bag, and ran down the stairs to hopefully meet her as she got off the elevator. “Y/N,” he called, running full speed toward her car. “Question.”

“What’s up?” She smiled. 

He was so out of breath and hadn’t actually thought anything through, so instead of being smooth and sauve, he blurted something out - more gibberish than English. “Would you want to grab a drink with me sometime?” he said for a second time. “That’s what I was trying to say, but apparently when I see a pretty woman, I turn into a bumbling moron.”

“Most men do,” she giggled, her smile putting him at ease. “I’d like that. Maybe this weekend?”

“That sounds great,” he said, turning back in the direction of his car. “By the way…”

“Your secret is safe with me, Jack.”


Okay, so recently I have been feeling insecure about my art. And then when I looked back at where I was and where i am now. I got a boost of confidence. SO 

I wanted to make this post to say this. 

It doesnt matter how or where you start. If you practice and love what you do, You WILL improve. Even if that improvement isnt obvious at first. 


Keep painting, keep drawing, keep acting, keep doign what you love. You will improve. 

This has been a PSA from ur local noots 

so i wanted to talk earlier about where i picture a lot of the specific locations in my head with shifting the story from london to edinburgh. this probably is not of much interest to most people, but!! it’s of interest to me, so i’m gonna talk about it anyway. 

HYDE’S FLAT — instead of being in soho, it is now in cowgate. 

TRANSFORMATION IN THE PARK — instead of transforming in regent’s park, jekyll now undergoes the unexpected transformation towards the end of his story in princes street gardens. 

JEKYLL’S HOUSE — no actual specific location is given for jekyll’s house in the original book, so i’m still keeping it vague, but it is in the new town, likely not too far from princes street. 

LANYON’S HOUSE — i’m not precisely sure where i want to place lanyon’s house, but it’s likely near the old infirmary in the old town. i like the idea of keeping him close to a medical setting, since he lived in cavendish square originally in the book. 

UTTERSON’S HOUSE — not sure about this one. definitely the old town, but not sure where. 

Titus was my first macro character. My concept for him was an unwilling and sort of shy giant who became giant but lost all of his old memories in the process, his first new memory being mid-growth. He struggles with the social isolation that comes with his new size, since he can never truly relate to others on the same level. Whether this was something his old self had wished for or if it was complete happenstance, Titus has no choice but to live on with the hope of finding people who will be able to accept him in spite of this overwhelming barrier.



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