fallout

Jan. 12th, 2009 01:23 pm
more_flexible: (Angst: Giving In)
The wily hunter trotted through Bohemia with a small velvet corpse in her mouth. Her person hadn't been feeding her as much and she'd taken to hunting for herself now that she had sharp teeth and claws. She had taken to hunting for him as well when he was home. He had been home for a long time (for him) and there was a growing pile of gifts on the floor next to the hammock. He was a big man and two voles, three mice, a large beetle, a small snake and this new bit of vermin would make a nice meal for him.

Jack didn't notice Dulcita or her efforts to feed him. He'd been laying in the hammock since he had gotten done with the ITF. He'd been fine the day before, all strength and calm in the wake of Tosh and Jackson vanishing. He'd been a rock for Ianto as he'd been for the Doctor when Gwen vanished and for Logan when Cutter was gone. He'd been fine all night and all morning as he pushed himself hard, past the point of thought. But then he came home and he knew he wasn't fine. People came back, it was a fact of this place. Sarah Jane had gone and returned. Wilson had come and gone a few times. There was always a chance, he knew, that people could come back. Yeah, sure, they'd be different and not recall what had happened before, but they'd be here. Gwen might come back. Owen could return. Tosh might show up again.

But Jackson wouldn't. Jackson had been born here to two people from specific points when they broke from their timelines. Even if Tosh and Owen returned, the boy would always be gone. He was a victim of time and place. Jack wondered if, perhaps, he had remained with Tosh, if she was maybe in some alternate plane from what the reels showed. It was a nice thought, but he didn't think it was the way things went. Not here.

That was when he stopped being fine and started being stoned. He lay in his hammock with the shell on his chest, joints tucked into his breast pocket, and a lighter laying on his stomach. The air was hot and Jack was disappointed that he'd fallen back into this. It had been months. Months with some very hard losses, yet he'd soldiered on. He had been better. He had been fine. It wasn't until the little boy with his name who had only learned to walk and talk was gone that the fractures broke apart. He had until Wednesday to pull himself back together. By the next session of drills, he'd be fine again. All he needed was a little time, a lot of pot...and apparently a pile of carcasses from the cat that had climbed the steps and added another to the pile.
more_flexible: (Sentry 2 shortcoat)
Jack walked out of Vala's place into the cold evening air. He had his gloves and hat and scarf, and layers to guard him against the cold. The coat Logan had given to him for Christmas helped to cut the chill wind that blew. His breath puffed white as he walked along, still full from dinner and her unending spread of 'snacks'--gods but that woman could eat-- but he stopped when he heard his name. Vala ran up behind him in combat boots and a hastily thrown on dressing robe that couldn't possibly keep her warm for long.

"JACK!" she hollered, the cold amplifying the sound.

"What?" he chuckled, turning to face her and pulling her into his arms in an attempt to keep her from freezing.

"I forgot to tell you..." she said softly and rose onto her toes to reach his ear, her whisper crystal clear and the cloud of breath rolling past his face.

"Vala!" he laughed, long and loud, then bent down to press a kiss to her cheek. "You're nothing but trouble," he said, not caring much if they were being too loud in the middle of New Atlantis. He wasn't even worried about just whose hut they were in front of.
more_flexible: (Sexy Boy)
[From here]

So just...kiss me already...Jack grinned and kissed him again, slowly pulling away again to look around. It was the middle of the night, but considering where they were, well, he wasn't that far gone.

"Come on," he said, rising onto a knee before standing and offering his hand to Daniel. "Let's get out of the open."
more_flexible: (Default)
He'd eaten and showered, changed his clothes and spent some time with Lisa. And then fatigue hit him like a truck. It was late, but Daniel had told him whenever. He listened at the door for a minute to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything, then he knocked softly.

Funny, it seemed like Daniel was just doing this at his door.

[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: (Default)
Jack took the bucket and left House and Wilson together in the rec room. He made good on his suggestion, finding his way to Ianto's hut easily in the twilight. It really was magic because by the time he got there, not only had none of the ice melted, there were a few more beers than there had been before.

He knocked on the door and waited, hoping it was still early enough he wasn't interrupting anything. And hey, if he was, he had a peace offering.

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