ooc for my own reference

MAJOR S2 spoilers. ( I'm really not kidding. No clicky. )

[for Ianto]

Friday. It was good to have a routine, even here. Fridays meant diving, they meant bringing the haul back to the Compound. Cleaning, gutting, shucking...whatever he'd caught, he prepped for Bill. Once the catch was in the cooler, Jack took a shower and changed his clothes, then came back to the kitchen for coffee and anything to eat that wasn't seafood.

He was on edge, still not sleeping well, but faking it well. He knew if he could do anything well, it was lying. He lied to House, lied to himself, lied to everyone who asked. He was fine.

He was fine when he dreamed. He was fine when he watched a father he didn't know die in his arms. He was fine when he sat in the Academy, lesson drills uneneding. He was fine when he watched his friend die at the hands of...

He was fine. He had his coffee and a book about a rabbit by someone named Updike. It was so much easier to be 'fine'. It meant he didn't have to question anything. It meant he didn't have to feel.

[for Greg] Waking in a Winter Wonderland

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."