[For James]

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Gods, he hurt. That squid had really beat the crap out of him and about the time he began to feel it he had done the sensible thing and gotten himself some pot and papers and sat down to get good and medicated.

He didn't want to go far though...between the play and the dinosaurs and the diving and the squid, his muscles were sore and his whole body ached. Yeah...time to get good and stoned.

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[real-buzzkill.livejournal.com]

The aches and pains were catching up with Wilson after Hell on the Beach settled down. While he was working, he forgot about his bruises, which were mostly gone, but he still hurt. He wasn't getting any younger, that's for sure.

"Jack, hey," he called out. "How's your head?" He paused and smiled. "You... did good out there."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack plucked the joint from his lips and nodded at Wilson. It was another half minute before he exhaled and smiled lazily at the man. "I'm good. It's good. Thanks," he replied, the drug already working its magic. "Want a hit?"

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He sat down next to Jack, not as surprised as he should have been. "Thanks," he said, reaching over. God, it had been a long time. The smoke burned his lungs at first. He fought to hold on, but after about seconds he began to cough. "This... is really good. I'd forgotten." He laid down, possibly too close, but who really cared?

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Certainly not Jack. He was feeling no pain, only the blessedly warm fuzzy feeling and that great heaviness in his arms and legs.

"Yeah, it's what Greg smokes. He thinks it's shit, but it works," he said, his head lolling to the side. "You..." he slurred, "...hit the Doctor."

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"Yeah..." He handed the joint back to Jack and giggled. "I couldn't think of any other way to get him to shut up."

"Greg and Chase already guilted me about it. Greg slept with him, too. Fuck 'em both."

He laughed again. "Oh. Sorry."

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Jack's shoulders shook as he took another deep drag and held it, trying not to laugh.

"I just kiss him. Shuts him up fast," he said as he finally exhaled. "Won't guilt you...but you shouldn't hit him. He can be fuckin' dangerous, man. Watch your ass," Jack warned as firmly as he could manage. He didn't feel firm. He felt like water, sort of.

[real-buzzkill.livejournal.com]

"You're smarter than he is, y'know?" Wilson's tether to discretion had snapped. He was floating somewhere above the trees. They looked very small from up there. "When we met, you said you should keep me close. Very... wise." He drew out the vowel in the last word. "Catch more flies.... something."

"He scares me. Doesn't like me being around."

He held out his hand and Jack handed the joint back. This time, he held the smoke in like a pro.

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"Not smarter. Just...diffrent," he drawled, the words feeling like honey in his mouth.

Mmmm, honey.

"Don't be scared. Okay, do be scared, but don't worry. I won't let him get you," he said as he took the joint back. Pass, hit, pass, hit, pretty soon he wouldn't be able to move at this rate.

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"I can feel my skin," he blurted. "I think I'm stoned."

He sat up clumsily, rolling his head and moaning a little. "I'm starving. Aren't you? I want some blue cheese dressing."

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"I've been stoned," Jack laughed, dragging his palm roughly across his face. Between the thought of honey and the mention of blue cheese he was suddenly raving hungry and he nodded. "Yeah, man. Let's go see what's in the kitchen," he said as he sucked one more drag and handed it back to Wilson to finish.

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"Just say... OK." Wilson took the last drag from the slightly damp joint, then stubbed it out on the ground.

"We totally have to stand up."

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"I used to have a teleporter. It was so cool. Rose said it was Spock...not sure what that meant. Fuck, I miss her so much...shit. Not supposed to talk about her," he said as rolled a little and sat. "Okay. Halfway there."

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"Who's Rose? Why can't you talk... about her?" WIlson pitched forward, his hands prickled as they hit the ground and he crouched on all fours, awkwardly pulled himself up. He took a minute, maybe, to recognize that he was standing.

He wavered a little and held a hand out to Jack, who looked like he could use it. This wasn't going to be touching, this was for munchies.

"Medically necessary," he said.

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Jack snorted and took his hand, standing and adjusting to the new...standing.

"I can't talk about her because, um, okay. I loved her, but she loved the Doctor. Okay? And then I got Exterminatored, or something. She brought me back to life and they left me behind and then, um, now she's gone and I'm not really s'posed to talk about her. It just about kills him," he explained as he wandered to the kitchen.

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"Wait... you were dead? That... sucks. Man. Dead. Wow."

That was beyond Wilson's comprehension. Food wasn't. He was starving. "Maybe... Is that why he's the way ... Is he mean to you, Jack? Don't let him be mean to you."

He stumbled and caught himself before falling. "Greg either, you hear me?"

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"They're not mean. Swear," Jack insisted, catching Wilson by the arm. "What way do you mean?" he asked, stumbling into the wall too and just leaning against it as he walked. Wall meant upright.

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"Controlling... bastard... s."

They were getting closer, which was good, because Wilson really wanted to sit down and look at something pretty for a while.

"There's somebody I can't talk about, too. Couple of somebodys. Home, and here. But nobody's making me, just not a good idea."

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Jack blinked slowly and kept walking until he nearly fell through the doorway. That snapped him back to attention. Sort of.

"They say, I do. It's all, you know. I'm not from here," he whispered like it was some sort of secret. "Some things are, like...hardwired. You know? The benefits of perfection have drawbacks unfors-uh, unforsaw? Unforsee? Whatever."

He scratched idly at one of the round marks on his bare chest. He'd tried to put a shirt on, but it just made them itch worse.

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Without thinking, Wilson extended one finger and lightly touched the mark. "Does it hurt? I could find something to put on it, creams an' stuff."

He was still trying to parse the rest of what Jack said. "You mean they treat you like property? That's not good, even if you're hotwired."

He spotted the door that led to the kitchen. "We're here! We made it!"

This was the best moment of Wilson's life, bar none.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

It was a testament to how high he was that he just looked down at the finger touching him and wondered where the hell it had come from. "Itchy. They don't hurt. They look kinda cool, huh?" he laughed, poking them and making a popping noise for each one.

He followed eagerly into the kitchen and picked up a banana first thing.

"They don't treat me like anything but Jack. It's okay, really. I like orders. Makes things easy," he said as he took a bite and his eyes rolled back at how good it was.

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"Easy like Sunday morning," Wilson sang as he rummaged around in the cabinets to find something. The banana looked good, but he wanted something different. He found the macadamia nuts and some honey. He wasn't going to do anything difficult, but now that he'd seen both of them, he fixated.

He dipped a nut in the jar with his fingers, pulled it out, popped it in his mouth and crunched the nut between his teeth.

"This is good. Want one?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He left the banana half eaten and nodded as he walked over to get a nut and dip it. He sucked the honey from his fingers and chewed with his eyes closed.

"Amazing," he said with his mouth full. "This is the best food ever."

He licked his lips and took another nut and dipped it. "You have to try this. It's amazing," he said, holding it at Wilson's lips.

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Wilson grinned, inclined and curled his tongue around the nut, drawing it into his mouth with Jack's honey-covered fingers. When the fingers were perfectly clean, Wilson would released them, but not one second before.


"Oh my god," he murmured. "You're right." He kept his eyes closed, because he didn't want to be tempted to move.

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Jack watched him and grinned. "Your mouth is wet, man. Gimme my hand back," he laughed. "I'm not even supposed to like, talk to you or whatever.

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"I know," he said. "I'm definitely not supposed to touch you. That would be... frowned upon."

Wilson went to the vegetable bin, conveniently forgetting about those wonderful, crunchy nuts and Jack's fingers. He held up an avocado, then another. "These will go bad if we don't eat them. I feel obligatory guacamole coming on."

Peeling them was simple, all he really needed was a bowl and a fork. He busied himself for several minutes.

"I know you love Greg," he said. "That's OK with me, just so you know."