Slices of Heaven

Author Intro: Hey, all. How's it going? So I wrote these drabbles a while ago and posted them as a two-part series, but took it down when I wanted to work on them again. I've fixed up a lot of errors and made some of these longer, and now I'm re-posting. I hope you enjoy them. :D I love me a bit of Jelly (Joey/Elliot), and I figured I'd exercise my writing skills whilst also delving into the Jelly dynamic for a change. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. - Laura

Prince

The dark side of the World War One Captain may have been the Prince of Pain, but Elliot was the Prince of Joey's throbbing, naive heart.

Dreams

Joey's night-time world of war, death and pain had allowed Elliot Spencer to enter into her subconscious. Her dreams had brought them together, and for that she was grateful, and so was he.

Dark

Limbo was a dark and desolate blood-soaked place of pain and regret, never failing to remind him of the suffering of his past. But then Joey Summerskill had stepped through the window from her world and brightened his.

Hell

It was the place Elliot has ever known, but Joey hoped and prayed he didn't have to go back to that wretched place known as Hell.

Modern

The world in which she lived was alien to the Captain, but Joey hoped that if there was a glimmer of a chance in which he could be saved Elliot would leave his old dwelling behind, and then embrace and grow accustomed to this new modern world.

Alive

He had claimed to be dead, and had been so for over seventy years, but Joey thought to the contrary. With eyes so vivid, vibrant and bright Elliot Spencer couldn't look any more alive.

Quiet

For a reporter, Joey Summerskill enjoyed the peace and tranquillity of silence, but she could not bear the quiet on the ghostly representation of the Western Front the longer she stood there, and neither could Elliot.

Father

Captain Thomas Summerskill; Joey had never known him for he'd died before she was even born. But she often wondered - having met Captain Elliot Spencer - if Elliot was anything like her long dead father.

Sword

If he had held possession of one, Elliot would certainly take up the sword against his darker self to protect the one woman who'd risked life and limb to keep the world from falling to Hell.

Human

Though he hadn't been one for a very long time, Joey Summerskill made Elliot feel like a human being, and not a supernatural entity who once governed an alternate dimension with pain and order.

Rest

There was no rest for Elliot, even following his redemption. But Joey could rest quite easily in her bed now, knowing she had helped him to stop Hell itself in its tracks.

Bond

The night of Hell had long since passed, and so had Elliot's sacrifice. But Joey could feel him each night for the bond they'd forged together that eventful night had never been severed.

Regret

Joey regretted a lot of things in her short but eventful life. But nothing quite like the regret she felt over losing Elliot Spencer to his darker self, and she would have given anything to spend more time in this extraordinary man's company.

Trust

Always ensure your source is trustworthy; that was one important rule in TV reporting. Though to trust a ghost telling you a creature adorned in pins was coming to Earth was another thing - but looking into Elliot's soft blue eyes, Joey couldn't help but want to trust him.

Mask

Pinhead's inhuman face was Elliot's, yet wasn't; it was like a mask of smirking, twisted sadism, the perversion of Elliot's gentle and kindly features.

Tears

Joey watched as Elliot's form merged with Pinhead's, swallowed whole by the creature, not being able to stop the tears of sadness that silently slid down her cheeks for the fallen Captain.

Shine

When Elliot smiled, his baby blue eyes would shine like beautifully polished marble, or the finest sapphire jewel.

Key

The window to her New York apartment had once been the key to Elliot Spencer's realm; now a month on following Pinhead's defeat she still stared intently toward it, completely seeing beyond the glorious city and wondering if her other-worldly saviour in the Army Uniform was still watching over her.

Imagination

Was it her imagination, or did Joey see a flicker of love within Elliot's frantic blue gaze as she was strung up like a piece of meat and bound in bondage by Pinhead?

Kiss

Joey felt so silly for wishing Elliot would lean over and kiss her lips following the reassuring gentle stroke of the cheek.

Soft

Joey's knees felt as though they'd buckle beneath her when Elliot Spencer began gliding his soft fingertips gently along her cheek. For a 'ghost' his hands were surprisingly warm and tender.

Smile

It wasn't just Elliot's soft, thin lips that smiled at Joey so beautifully, but his frost blue eyes too smiled, beaming brightly and warmly toward her. It was then she realised that a man with eyes that smiled should surely be trusted, even if he was once the Prince of Hell.

Flame

Once Elliot's masculine hand had ghosted across her cheek, the spark Joey had fought to ignore had just caught flame onto a very lethal and flammable trail of matches, setting her alight with arousal.

Wings

He was once a creature dedicated to pain and pleasure, almost demonic, but to Joey...Elliot Spencer looked every inch an angel; all he needed was wings.

Ice

Elliot's eyes were so vividly blue, like ice over a frozen clear river, but Joey seldom felt cold when she returned the kindly soldier's blue gaze. Instead she was enveloped with warmth.

Hero

Even the redeemed Elliot Spencer thought very lowly of himself. He saw himself as the villain all due to the hellish activities of his darker half. But Joey didn't see him as the villain; she saw him as the hero, her hero.

Fool

Back within the Labyrinth, a now Cenobitic Elliot thought constantly about the feisty but brave reporter who'd helped him to defeat his other self, whilst also battling along with his darkness which thought him a fool for having grown feelings for this human female. But the good Captain cared very little for his Cenobite other half's chastising mocking behaviour; to him, the Cenobite was the fool for attempting to mar such a beautiful creature.

Victory

Joey and Elliot had been successful in deterring Pinhead's plan to turn Earth into a garden of marred flesh. But their victory had been oh so bitter-sweet, for Elliot too fell with his darker self back to Hell.

Touch

Several times over the course of their meeting had their flesh met; the handshake, the stroke of her cheek, but Joey couldn't help but crave more of his touch.

Goodbye

As his unblemished human features mingled painfully with the decorated face of his darker other half, Elliot managed to gaze toward the frantic-looking Joey Summerskill through what was left of his increasingly darkening eyes; and as he finally felt the last remnants of himself sink into the darkness, the Captain felt a pang of sorrow in his heart for not being able to bid the beautiful reporter goodbye.