Mephistopheles, Come In
By Fewthistle

Author's Note: Companion piece to The Sky is Falling, this one from Jack's POV. Slight spoilers for "Gov Love."

How had it all come to this, Jack wondered, as he swallowed the dregs of his Scotch. When had the need to win superceded what was right? He had seen the look on her face, the disbelief, the feelings of betrayal. After all he had taught her, had he expected anything less?

Despite the decent Scotch, there was a foul taste in his mouth, bitter as gall. He had rationalized it quite nicely, but here in his darkened office he could admit the truth. He had grown to despise losing a case, any case. He had won but he had lost the respect of a friend, and perhaps his soul as well.