Hi Peeps! 

Summery:Um, this fic is about Jessie and how her relationship with Race
changed from 6-16.
Catagory:W.A.R., Angst, Music Video, tinge of J/J HR.
Rating:PG, Just to be safe.
Disclaimer:I don't own the JQ characters. YET. But just watch. Someday, we
will have our third season. Until then, please don't sue. Thank You.

Torn
Written by: Thornalley/Cutler/Previn
Sung By: Natalie Imbruglia

I thought I saw a man brought to life
::Six year old Jessie sitting on the bed in a long, lacy, frilly, white
nightgown, with Race on the edge of the bed, reading her a bedtime story.::
He was warm He came around like he was dignified
::Race spinning 6 year old Jessie around, while in his uniform::
He showed me what it was to cry
::Race hugging her and wiping away her tears.::

Well you couldn't be that man I adored
::Jessie staring out the window down at her father, who's in the driveway.::
You don't seem to know Seem to care what your heart is for
::Him kissing yet another blonde bimbo that he never bothered to introduce to
her.::
But I don't know him anymore
::Turning away, we can see the anger and tears in her eyes.::

There's nothing where he used to lie
::Jessie slowly rips a picture of her and her father in two.::
My conversation has run dry
::Jessie, curled up in an armchair, refusing to talk to anyone.::
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn 

I'm all out of faith     
::Slowly unfastens her locket.::
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
::Walks to the window again, holding herself::
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn 
::Memory of Race trying to apologise. Again.::

So I guess the fortune teller's right
::Jessie walks back over to her dresser and picks up the locket.::
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
::Walks over to the door and opens it.::
Which crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care
I had no luck
::Starts walking down the hall::
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can touch I'm torn 
::Jonny peeks out of his room and sees how upset Jessie is.::

I'm all out of faith     
::Walks a little further and opens the door to Race's room.::
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
::Looks out in the hallway, checking to see if anyone is around. Jonny ducks
back into his room.::
Illusion never changed
Into something real
::Closes the door softly. Jonny steps back out.::
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn 
::Memory of Race trying to apologise. Again.::
Torn 

There's nothing where he used to lie
::Opens the locket and looks at the picture inside.::
My inspiration has run dry
::Jessie, curled up in an armchair, refusing to talk to anyone.::
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn 

I'm all out of faith     
:: Jessie opens up her hand and lets the chain fall on Race's bed.::
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
::Jessie turns around and her eyes widen as Jonny steps into the room.::
Illusion never changed
Into something real
::He walks a little closer, his forehead wrinkled.::
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
::Jessie and Jonny just look at each other, Tears filling her eyes.::
You're a little late
I'm already torn 
::Memory of Race trying to apologise. Again.::

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
::Jessie runs into Jonny's arms, crying::
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn.
::Shift from Jonny and Jessie to the locket which holds a picture of Race
hugging the 6 year old Jessie.::


     
That's it. I know, most likely, it stinks, but It's my first one. I'm sorry.
Please Comment!

PEACE!
Jubilee

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