[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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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Sure," he nodded, picking up his shorts and shaking them out. the towel fell and what he'd been trying desperately to hide was obvious for all of three seconds until he got them pulled into place and fastened.

On any other day, Jack was ready for a go at a moment's notice. Now he looked like every other man and that alone was enough for him to be worried. Nothing he'd done in the shower had had the least bit of influence either.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was only slightly surprised (of course he'd caught it, he was nothing if not observant). But it wasn't...right for him to say anything, at least not directly. "You okay?" he asked, and his tone made it clear he wasn't asking about his frame of mind.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack looked up from buttoning up and smiled. "Sure. A hundred times better. Let's go eat."