[ace]

Apr. 13th, 2008 10:08 pm
more_flexible: (Profile Eyes Shut W Hand)
He'd left the hut and just walked. He'd been 'around' in that general sense of the word. He'd been to the beach, been to the jungle, he kept getting food in the kitchen and showering and the basics. He didn't need to go all Walden Pond...he just needed to think.

He thought. He thought a lot. Who he'd been. Who he'd become. Who he really cared about. Who he neglected. It was thoughts like that that took him to Ace's place. Naturally, she wasn't there, but Jack had nothing but time, so he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The door wasn't locked and he'd gone in and come out a few times. He could only stand it so long, though, before he figured the wrath of Ace was worth picking up...God...at least her laundry. Jack started gathering it up and putting it all in one pile. He got on his knees to dig around under her bed and to get to one stray sock, he had to pull out a box. He sort of recognized it. Hadn't he...didn't he put a dress for her in that box? He smiled a little and lifted the lid.

And promptly forgot all about the laundry.

[for many]

Nov. 9th, 2007 09:51 pm
more_flexible: (Ponder)
This is not an EP, I just don't have the energy. However, threads need to happen between Harkness and The Doctor (with a bit of Chase to solve that puzzle), Cuddy, Daniel and Ianto (together or seperate), Ace, and always House. So...top level and we'll thread and that way they'll all be in a tidy bundle for me to NOT DROP!


Jack was there, at the door. Waiting. He wasn't quite what to sure, or how long it had been, but ever since Halloween he had either been smoking pot ot House had been shooting him up with something to keep the dreams under control. He didn't know where to turn, so he played an insane game of ring-around-the-rosies and it had lead him to this door.

Now all he needed was an idea of what to say.
more_flexible: (Sorrow)
Jack left the Compound and went home. He didn't want to talk about it. He just wanted to be quiet, be allowed a moment of weakness. Martha had told him, but it wasn't the same as seeing it. Sure, sure, he'd seen the films of himself with Gwen and Ianto, TOsh and Owen. He'd seen and he knew, but he didn't know them the way he'd known the Doctor.

Maybe they were all just stray dogs. Martha, she was a smart one.

He kicked off his snadles and climbed onto the bed next to House and laid down next to him, draping his arm over the man and pressing his face to House's side.
more_flexible: (Come Undone)
He'd talked to House. That was...what was today? He'd talked to House on Monday. That had to be days ago.

Jack was in his hut. He'd been there...days, maybe. He had some water, and he'd eaten something. Maybe a while ago, he couldn't remember.

Is this what it was to have a broken heart? Had he done this to people? Had he done this to people all over time and space?

Had he done this to people here?

Fuck it. Jack rolled over and pulled the sheet up over his face. If anyone needed him, they'd know where to find him or who to ask. It's not like he was going anywhere.



[dual duty because I'm lazy. this is for ace, cuddy and the doctor. he's still not talking, so I'm really sorry if these go short or die.]

[for ace]

Mar. 30th, 2007 09:07 pm
more_flexible: (GirlJack Direct)
Jack and Chase parted and she realized the clothes from last night didn't remotely fit because, if for no other reason, this female body was nearly a foot shorter than normal. Jack sighed softly and went to Ace's room, entering without knocking, and stood over her sleeping form.

"Ace? Ace, please wake up."
more_flexible: (Kiss Ace)
[continued from here]

His own breath was steady strictly from practice at restraint. He kissed her lips quickly and smiled against her mouth. "Yeah, Ace. I know. I've known...the way you blush. The way you move. The way you taste," he murmured. "It's a big deal and if you want to say stop, do. First thing you should know...I'd rather stop than hurt you. Ever." But even as he spoke, his fingers were moving down the front of his shirt, slipping the buttons free. Once it was open, he took her hands softly and pressed them to his bare chest before kissing her again, pulling at her hips to get as close as he could.

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