OOM: Night Before the Allpocalypse

[trigger_man]

 It's quieter in the upstairs hallway, and there's less evidence of impending disaster up here. It's almost enough to allow you to forget what's going on downstairs, or to write it off.

Almost. Not quite.

Jack turns to Beckett as they reach his room.  "You want to come in for one more drink?"

He doesn't want to say it out loud, but there's a part of him that doesn't want to be alone just yet.

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[trigger_man]

"Yeah," he says with a slightly sad smile, "I think I did. Especially when there's no one else I'd rather spend this night with."

[fanofthegenre]

The smile on her lips fades in the wake of the sobering reality check, and she kisses him again, this one more tender.

"Then I'm not going anywhere," she insists, resting her head against his shoulder.

[trigger_man]

He wraps his arms around her, as if by holding on to her now he can keep her safe from whatever's coming, even though he knows the chances are good that no one's going to make it through this.

"Neither am I."