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[more_flexible]

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.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Are lobotomies out of fashion?" he asked dryly. "She was in there. I could feel her in there. I just don't know what she did."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Probably the psychic equivalent of ransacking a room," the Doctor said. He cursed briefly in Gallifreyan (English didn't have any words that particularly applied to the situation; Low Gallifreyan did, and the idioms were colourful). "And I've got nothing, I can't go back in and set to rights. That...only you can do that, unless the island decides to have this be Psionic Weekend."

[dr_robchase]

Chase didn't want to give up, giving Jack a curious look. "Have you told Greg everything? And I mean, everything."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I always tell him everything," Jack said, fiddling with his shirt. "Look, can I put this back on?"

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor sighed, because it seemed that they were going around in circles. "Really everything," he said.

[dr_robchase]

"Put it back on," Chase agreed, sighing slightly. "My point is, Jack, that if you tell him everything, you bring the subconscious up to the conscious and you might have a fleeting chance to stop the nightmares and stop compartmentalizing it and pushing it down so much. If you stop repressing it, maybe you'll stop dreaming it."

God, he really was a psychiatrist now, wasn't he?

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack pulled his shirt back on, shaking his head gently. "What I tell him doesn't make sense. And honestly," he added, looking directly at the Doctor. "There are some things I've done that I'd really prefer no one knows."