#jack beazley

[mandalamarigold]

While Christopher has a stopover in Melbourne and the Beazley boys meet up for a drink. Set moments before 3.5

[doctoraliceharvey]

Somewhat of a Jean related post, and mostly because I can’t figure it out myself, but what do we think Jack Beazley’s full name - assuming that Jack is a nick name and not his actual name (which is a possibility)?

John Beazley sounds weird, but Jonathan could work? Idk I’m musing and trying to think of fic related things (and mostly imagining Jean doing “the full name” thing when he’s in trouble)

[intheirsandbox]

Charlie - 2x10 An Invincible Summer

[majsmom]

TDBM Drabble

200 words

Finding Home

His hand dropped to his waist.  Why was he here?  He turned and sat heavily on the landing.  Weariness seeped into his limbs like water into soil.   He had traveled days to get here and now he couldn’t even bring himself to knock on the door.  “Coward,” he thought with contempt.

But it was more than that.  His life was a study of consistent failures.  He was more successful at finding jobs than keeping them. His wife, Maureen, had moved to her parents out of frustration.  She was worth more than any life he could offer her, so he let her go willingly.

A peal of laughter broke through his dark ruminations.  Standing, he saw them waltzing around the living room spinning in time to music on the wireless.  Every now and again, he pulled her closer to whisper in her ear or peck her cheek. Her expression was a mixture of bliss and excited expectation.  Their laughter tinkled against the window glass like Christmas bells.

He had asked him to stay once before but the marriage changed the situation.  He sincerely hoped the offer still stood.

Jack strode to the door with purpose. His knock reverberated through the darkness.

[danadumaurier]

A Doctor Blake Advent Calendar 🎄23

“Lucien!” Through a muddy, sleep-clouded fog he heard Jean’s voice calling to him, her hand on his shoulder. Half asleep he rolled to his side and pulled her to him, burrying his face in her neck and teasing the tender spot below her ear. He heard her soft sigh, as his lips found their way to her collar bone, but then she was pushing him away, her hand drawing his face up so she could look into his eyes.

“Lucien! Don’t distract me! I heard a noise.” He blinked and tried to focus, recognizing the confusion and worry in her eyes.

They both went still for a moment looking at each other, but straining to hear anything out of the ordinary from the dark house. Several moments passed, the house was quiet. Lucien leaned his forehead against his wife’s and just before his lips brushed hers, he heard it. A muffled thud and a curse, then a crash and breaking glass. They both sat up, fully awake. Lucien rushed to the hall, not bothering with a robe, pajama bottoms would have to do. Jean was just a step behind as she grabbed hers from her dressing table. Christopher met them in the hall, hair mussed, but alert.

The sound had come from the front of the house, and as they passed the kitchen, whoever was causing the commotion began to knock on the front door.

Lucien, motioned for them to stay back, but Jean hovered just over his shoulder. He unlatched the door and slowly opened it. A skinny young man stood, slouched against the porch railing really, his back to them, a broken whisky bottle at his feet. He was absently pounding his fist on the railing. A duffle bag full to brimming laid against the wall, wrapped packages threatening to spill from the top.

Lucien heard Jean’s swift intake of breath, before he felt her rush past him, “Jack!” came the cry from her lips. She descended upon the young man, hugging him and then stepping back to inspect him, making sure he hadn’t hurt himself.

“Mum!” Jack collapsed in her arms as he slurred out, “Merry Christmas!” He flung his arm out and it collided with Lucien’s chest as the man reached for him, to take some of his weight off of Jean.

“Right, let’s get you inside.” Lucien and Jean carried the young man back to Matthew’s old room, and Christopher, a scowl etched on his angular face, grabbed Jack’s bag depositing it just inside before searching out the broom to clean up the glass.

Jack mumbled apologies as they made their way down the hall, berating himself in the harshest language. They managed to get his shoes off and tuck him in to bed before he fully passed out. Jean sat on the bed next to him, brushed the curls back from his forehead and pressed a worried kiss in their place. Nothing came easy with Jack, but she couldn’t help loving him and wishing better for him.

She felt Lucien’s strong hand on her shoulder, as he placed a full glass of water and some Bex on the nightstand. He could feel the tension and worry radiating from his precious wife. “We can talk in the morning, come back to bed now.” She rose and followed him back to the studio. Jack was Jack. He was whole, and he was here. For that she would be grateful.

[andallthatmishigas]

FINALLY part 3 has arrived.  A visitor comes to town to investigate and gets much more than he bargained for.

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

Unprompted Beazley/Blake family drabble, because it makes no sense that they namedropped both of Jean’s boys but left the Jack side totally without closure.

Jack Beazley and his mom, the new Mrs. Blake...with a brief appearance by Lucien. 200 words. Also on AO3:

"I wish you had come to the wedding, Jack."

Her son lifted a shoulder in the irritated manner he'd gotten from his father. "The man arrested me."

"Oh, Jack."

Jean's tone was so maternal, exasperation laced with fondness, that Jack felt seven years old again, sending a ball crashing through the kitchen window.

"He didn't arrest you. He's a doctor, not a deputy."

"Well, you wouldn't know it from the way he acts."

"He's also my husband," she added, bustling about the kitchen. "You need to make more of an effort."

Joining him at the table, Jean softened. "He could never replace your father, Jack. But I'm very happy...and I am glad you're here now. Now, what did you come to tell me?"

"Well..." He scratched the back of his neck. "The thing of it is...I'm getting married."

"Oh!"

"Yeah. She's from Melbourne, and she'd really like to meet you."

This was serious, Jean thought, more than a little amazed. Her wayward son, planning to settle down. "Of course, I would love to. Tell me about her?"

Lucien found them an hour later, still talking.

Jean smiled through her tears when Jack offered him his hand.

"Congratulations...Lucien."

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[andallthatmishigas]

Penultimate chapter, in which things are revealed and it gets a bit intense.