for house

Nov. 24th, 2009 07:34 pm
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Try as he might to avoid people, sometimes it just wasn't possible. Everyone needed to eat and so the kitchen was never completely empty. When Jack went in to get coffee, it was fairly slow and a couple people wandered out, so he took the opportunity to lean on the counter and flip through the book he'd been carrying. A repair manual for some tech that would never be here. It was pointless, but it kept him entertained.

Jack looked up when he heard footsteps and he saw red. He'd promised Logan he wasn't going to track House down and exact revenge, but the very sight of the man pissed him off beyond reason. that he would imply, while Logan was hurt and vulnerable no less, that Jack abused him made the former time Agent feel like showing House just how abusive he could be. Without a word he crossed the room and before he could think it through, he felt his fist collide with House's face. It was wholly satisfying.

for greg

Jan. 30th, 2009 07:23 pm
more_flexible: (Angst: Giving In)
There were new babies. He'd been dimly aware of what was going on as he laid in the bed in the clinic, but between the lingering pain and the drugs Beverly had him on, Jack had simply rolled over and gone back to sleep. He had no clue what day it was, or what time. He just knew that there was always someone around, checking on his blood pressure, checking his IV, checking...whatever. He didn't care. He just wanted to quit feeling like shit.

Logan had gone off to shower or eat or maybe sleep in a real bed. He wasn't sure. All he knew was that when he wanted a drink, he had to try to sit up and reach for the cup on his own. His arm jerked and his hand clenched and the cup fell to the floor. Marvelous.

He laid back down. Maybe if he stayed asleep, he wouldn't be thirsty. Maybe one of the doctors would come soon. Maybe, if he closed his eyes and acted like he was asleep, that phantom vision of House he sometimes saw would appear and pick the cup up. Right. Jack was pretty sure every vision he'd had of House was just wishful thinking. Just dreams that came and went with the fever and sleep and headache. There was no way House would come in just to see him. It had to be the drugs he was on.

He lay still and closed his eyes, trying to fall back asleep. Half the time he was like this, he was wide awake, just listening.

for house

Oct. 18th, 2008 04:16 pm
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One good punch was all it took. When Jack woke up, the guy was gone and so was the mask. He got to his feet and brushed off the dirt and jungle detritus from his tux. His mouth fucking hurt...one hell of an arm on that guy. Jack turned away from the party and headed back to the compound. Clinic and then clothing box for another mask, that was all he needed. Then he could go to the ball and get blind, stinking drunk and figure out what he was going to do next with his life.

He pushed open the clinic doors and looked around. If it was empty, if the whole staff was at the party, he could use the nanos and get out before anyone noticed.

Except there was House.

Perfect.

Make that blind, stinking, comatose drunk.

[for greg]

Jun. 1st, 2008 04:35 pm
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[From here]

Ianto had seen it coming. The Doctor had seen it coming. He'd heard it from more than one person that House desrved someone better and Jack should be happy. Happy. For the longest time, he'd been happy...and he couldn't exactly pinpoint when it had changed.

He felt vaguely sick as he left the clinic and went back to the hut. It was so hot, so close, and everything inside made him think of Greg. Sex and conversations, breakdowns and detox. Everything. And it was almost like he was watching it fall apart before his eyes.

Eventually Greg would come home. Every other time they'd worked it out. A little bit of fighting, some cooling down, an 'I'm sorry', and things went on like normal. Maybe that's how it would go this time. Maybe.

Probably not.

[for greg]

Mar. 5th, 2008 04:14 pm
more_flexible: (Come Undone)
After spending time in the clinic with Mimi, Jack had walked home slowly. His eyes were drawn to the sky and he got a small bit of reassurance that even if the island changed, the stars hadn't. There was Mimi...right next to Jaime, 30 degrees away from Maureen. The star would be there for so much longer than Mimi would be here. They'd burn on after they'd all gone.

This was his first inkling that some of them...some of them wouldn't disappear. Some of them would be dying here.

He hadn't cried. He wouldn't, not in front of her. He'd dance and hold her, comfort her and be strong. He'd take care of things. He'd take care of people. It was what he did so long as he was beyond the walls of his hut. Inside, though, well, he wasn't ready for that just yet.

Jack sat on the porch and the dog joined him, resting his muzzle on Jack's knee. He scratched the dog's ears absently, his eyes fixed on a bright white dot in the sky.

for greg

Feb. 10th, 2008 12:24 am
more_flexible: (Drag Show)
[from here]

"Is that a fact?" Jack grinned, walking inside. "You're boyfriend's an idiot."

Then he turned and kissed him on the jaw, fingers already moving to get House's shirt out of the way.

[for greg]

Jan. 30th, 2008 02:11 am
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[from here]

He groaned as he held on. Greg was walking and Jack wasn't going to let him get away, not an inch. Not now. Especially not now.

"You have any idea how much I..."

That was as far as he got before he kicked the door shut and was locked in another deep kiss.

[for greg]

Jan. 1st, 2008 09:06 pm
more_flexible: (Baby)
Happy New Year. The nice thing about hypervodka was the lack of a hangover. He also had to cope with the lack of memory of the night before, but the hut looked the same and he'd actually gotten home and not wound up in someone else's bed. All in all, a good night. He wasn't sure, but he might have even gotten a kiss.

Greg was sleeping and Jack took the time to start reading the journal Daniel had given him. His thesis about the pyramids and alien civilizations. Interesting. Plausible, even. He only looked up when it sounded like Greg was waking up.
more_flexible: (Jack/House)
Too many parties, too much to drink. He'd had a hangover for two days and he'd spent a lot of time in the shower just trying to wash the smell of alcohol off of himself.

Finally sobered and clean, he made sure his hair was dry before he bundled up and made the trek back to the cabin. He opened the door with panache, smiling as he proclaimed "Hi, honey, I'm ho--"

House was on the bed, turning a pill bottle that didn't tick anymore. It was quiet. That meant empty. Jack's gut twisted, but his smile didn't fade in the least.

"Home," he finished.
more_flexible: (Guh W/Hand)
Jack rolled over and snuggled closer to Greg. He was fucking cold, and that should have been his first clue. Actually being able to tug blankets up should have been another.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes and looked around that he really got it. There was snow out the window. The glass window. And the hut had become something different entirely. Hell, there was even a potbelly cast iron stove. It was winter, and they were in their own place.

Jack grinned and leaned over.

"Greg, baby. Wake up," he said. "It's winter again."

[for greg]

Sep. 22nd, 2007 08:16 pm
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Jack had maintained being drunk from the moment he figured out he could conjure hypervodka with the same ease Wilson had wished up beer. It was well after noon on Saturday before he woke up with a hangover and burning with jealousy. Everything that Ianto and Daniel and the Doctor had said crashed down on him and they were right. Right about how he shouldn't just give up. Right that if he wanted House, he should fight for him. Right that...

Right that this was all his fault. He'd made it happen. He'd somehow caused it. And then, he'd gone and made it worse. He was at their hut before he'd even had time to rub the sleep from his eyes.

And he had no idea whathe was going to do.

[for greg]

Sep. 16th, 2007 04:13 pm
more_flexible: (Jack/House)
He'd been quiet on Friday and had left before the sun was up on Saturday. Now it was Sunday night and Jack was home. Ianto and Daniel had seen to it he made it to the hut and he knew he needed to tell Greg what was wrong--even if he really didn't want to think about it at all anymore.

He was also still stoned. Not as much as he'd been before, he was coming down and despeartely wished he wasn't. It made things easier. Blurred the edges, softened the ache.

There was light inside, and he could hear the dog land on the floor. He opened the door slowly and stepped inside.

"I'm back," he said quietly.

[for greg]

Sep. 2nd, 2007 11:57 pm
more_flexible: (Open Shirt)
Jack left Roger and Prior after the song ended and headed for the clinic. He'd hoped House would still be in there and the shot had taken effect.

The look in his eyes spoke volumes.

"Hey," he purred, leaning against the door once he'd closed it.

[for greg]

Sep. 1st, 2007 02:03 am
more_flexible: (Sex Jack/House)
Jack couldn't keep his hands off Greg the whole way back to the hut. He was drunk, and he was impatient, and by the time they arrived, he just wanted to be naked and close.

Jack peeled off his shirt and reached to pull Greg's off too, but got distracted and began to kiss him, pushing his hands up under the fabric to touch the warm, bare skin.

[for greg]

Aug. 18th, 2007 11:43 pm
more_flexible: (Sorrow)
Once Padme had come to get Sola, Jack carefully folded up the blanket and took his time before he made his way onto the porch. He laid the folded blanket beside the chairs and told Padfoot to lay there, then he stood in the doorway, just looking at Greg.

Fight for him, Stacy had said. He'd promised he would. Except it wasn't like anyone was trying to take Greg. Jack just kept repeating the one action that he knew hurt the man the most.

Jack watched him, waiting for some perfect moment or some epiphany to know what to say or how to say it.

"Greg..." he started, then walked inside and closed the door.

[dated thursday Aug 16]

[for greg]

Aug. 13th, 2007 05:11 pm
more_flexible: (Jack/House)
It was fully dark before the group had gotten back to the Compound. The lights glowed and it was a welcome sight. Jack let them all go, let them return to wherever it was they called home.He was still keyed up. He hadn't found House, hadn't found any of the kids. He truly hoped that some other party had found them.

Striding into the Compound, he went to the IPD office to check the list of the missing, check who had been found. It looked like House had come in with Duck and Geoffrey, along with Sunny, Wednesday, and Peter Pan. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked back out into the hallway. He wished the tension would let go, but he knew it wasn't going to. Not until he saw Greg for himself.

Next stop...clinic.
more_flexible: (Jack/Tosh Full Front)
[from here]

Jack lead Tosh to his hut. It wasn't far and he walked in silence. He wasn't going to press her until they had some privacy.

Across the compound grounds, through some trees and along a path that was well worn with the foot traffic that daily made its way from huts to the central building, Jack kept a firm hold on her. Firm, but gentle--like he might hold any other priceless object.

It wasn't until they'd arrived and he lead her to one of the chairs on the porch that he let his arm drop.

"Sit."

[for greg]

Aug. 4th, 2007 12:51 am
more_flexible: (Sex Jack/House)
[continued from here]

Jack didn't go all the way to the compound. He just grabbed a couple bananas and a mango from the jungle and carried them into the hut. He laid them on the table and stripped his clothes off, easing onto the bed on top of House, on top of the sheets.

"Decided what I was hungry for," he said softly against the man's ear.
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.

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