[ace, doctor, cuddy]

[more_flexible]

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.]

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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor knew he'd done something wrong, but he had no idea exactly how to fix it or how to pinpoint what the wrong was exactly. All he knew was that he didn't want to argue, wasn't in the mood for it, and there was nothing else to do but go to the source.

He didn't bother to knock, but when he went in, he stared. "Jack?" he said, quietly, concerned.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack mumbled from under the sheet and rolled over, fighting with it a bit before he blinked at the form of the Doctor. The light streamed in behind him and Jack couldn't make out his face, but knew his form as well as he knew anything.

"Hey. Hi," he said softly, sitting up. He hadn't shaved in days and his hair stuck up everywhere. "You can come in."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

So the Doctor did, sitting gently on the side of the bed, looking him over. He was, despite anything and any stubborness he might have had, quite honestly worried. "Have you eaten anything?" he asked. It looked like he hadn't got out of bed, actually.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I had...um..." he looked around. A half a banana laid on the table, the peel long gone black. "I haven't been hungry. Just tired."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"You'll make yourself ill. More ill." The Doctor sighed and thought for a moment. "Can I get you anything?" Business did not take precidence over this.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine. I'm just tired," he repeated, sitting up. "What's going on? Do you need me?"

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor resolved to leave meals on Jack's doorstep. "I...just wanted to talk. Because I've buggered things up but I don't know how. And I want to still be friends, Jack."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"We're friends...aren't we?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I mean...did I do something else? I did what you said. Stopped being everybodies everything. Appologized to Gwen and Greg. Talked to Chase. What...what more?"

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"I just...I yelled at you. And I was the one who did things, not you. The one who messed up and wasn't supportive and just started to take people's heads off." This was not exactly easy to admit, considering the source.

[doctorcuddymd.livejournal.com]

It hadn't taken much time to find Jack's hut. Lisa had never been there, but she knew it existed. He'd told her more than once, but she'd never had reason to come there. The treehouse had always been the best place to find him, but that was the last place now.

The hut looked soft and forlorn, and Lisa brushed her hands against her skirt before lifting a hand and tapping closed knuckles against the door. Entering without knocking was the last thing she wanted to do.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Go away," came from the interior as Jack hollered at the sound and rolled over. "...Or come in. I don't care."

[doctorcuddymd.livejournal.com]

She winced once but pushed open the door all the same. "Jack." He might or might not have known it was her.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Nnghh, Lisa. I look like shit," he muttered from under the sheet.

[doctorcuddymd.livejournal.com]

"Which you know doesn't matter." Her tone was reasonable but concerned, and she extended a hand to touch the back of his head softly.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I know. Just warning you."

Jack pushed the sheet down and revealed a few days' worth of a beard.

[doctorcuddymd.livejournal.com]

She didn't flinch again, just eased down to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Is this where you've been since I saw you?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"No. I've been around," he said, vaguely waving his hand. "I was a woman. Went home with Greg. We talked...that was on Monday. I came here Monday."

[pawnoffenric.livejournal.com]

"Jack?" Her voice was quiet outside of his hut, and she used one crutch to give herself a step up onto the porch. She looked like hell, but she knew it'd be worse for him. Of course it would be. "Jack, it's Ace." She leaned her crutches outside of his door, and limped in far enough to sit before she shrugged off her rucksack.

She had food and water, and- she'd do anything to make him not- to make him realise that this wasn't it. That it wasn't everything. "Hey."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Ace," he said softly, rolling over to look at her. He hadn't shaved in days and had a decent beard coming in, all things considered. "How's my girl?"

[pawnoffenric.livejournal.com]

"Alright." She'd gotten so used to the lie that she didn't even blink, tugging out her thermos and some more food. "I've food and coffee if you want it." Her eyebrows rose when she looked up. "... Nice beard." She didn't really know what to say - she didn't do these things, and-

"How're you, Jack? And don't BS me." She wasn't sure if she could deal with him lying to her at the moment without turning around and taking his head off, which would likely be a very bad reaction to have.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I feel like shit, Ace," he said, pushing himself up to sit. "And trying to make things better just made them worse, so...I'm here. Did you say...coffee?" he asked, brightening a little.

[pawnoffenric.livejournal.com]

"Ianto's coffee." She flashed a smile, and ran her hand through her hair. "You can't just- .. Sorry. You can have coffee, first." Her eyes softened, and she held out the Thermos. "It's still hot." She looked away, her brows knitting briefly. "I- I wish I could do more. That I could fix it." I wish that I could fix you-

No. She wasn't doing what the Doctor had done to her, what Jack'd done for House- That wasn't- "... When was the last time you had something to eat?" Her voice was quiet, quieter then before.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. Yesterday? I don't really know," he replied. He unscrewed the Thrmos and poured some, sipping it slowly. "Ace, there's nothing to fix. It's okay. I'll...I'll be fine. Really. Just tired right now. Tired of fighting, you know?"

[pawnoffenric.livejournal.com]

"I know." She tugged out some food, and moved to sit on the edge of his bed, even the few steps making the color drain from her face. "Eat something, okay? It'll make me worry less." She lightly touched his hair, before looking back down into her lap. "I know. I know there really isn't anything much to do besides relaxing and letting yourself just... rest." Tired of fighting.

"Do you still want me to move in?" She offered him the only slightly-squashed sandwich that was from her rucksack. "If nothing else, it'll be something different then just sleeping."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I do, yeah. If you still want to," he said as he took the sandwich and took a bite. He didn't really want to, but it's make her feel better, so he did. "I'll change the sheets and stuff. I've been in bed for I don't know how long."