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more_flexible ([personal profile] more_flexible) wrote2008-10-23 03:19 pm
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for bagoas

There was activity in Bohemia. Jack went out daily and cut bamboo, bringing it back and leaving it in a clear area just barely removed from the other huts. He had dug holes and sank risers to keep his new hut off the ground. Snakes and bugs, he'd gotten used to them. It didn't mean he liked them.

He had finished the platform that would be the floor by Thursday with the sporadic help of Ianto. He had drawn up rough plans, but there wasn't much art to this. He'd helped build enough to know that it was walls and a roof. He had some specific ideas he mulled over as he stood and surveyed what he'd made and what he had left to do. The main thing, the most important thing, was that it be as little like his old hut as possible.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2008-10-24 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Should I close my eyes, then?" he asked, letting his lids fall shut. "Is it...food?"

[identity profile] hiseromenos.livejournal.com 2008-10-24 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, you should," I said, and waited for him to do so. "And no, if you eat this I'll be extremely upset with you!" Puta's kittens were curled in a basket in the corner and it only took me a moment to pick out a little ball of fluff. It stretched, blinking in sleepy confusion as I deposited it into Jack's hand.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2008-10-24 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Jack opened his eyes instantly at the feeling of soft warmth...and the prick of tiny, sharp points against his hands.

"It's a..."

He watched the kitten as it stretched and looked around, then nosed against the skin that was so foreign. It was so soft and so very small. He hadn't even realized Puta was pregnant. It was a full minute before he looked up, and only after he'd pulled his hands to his chest to keep from dropping it.

"This one's for me?"

[identity profile] hiseromenos.livejournal.com 2008-10-24 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
I nodded. "I am quite sure of it. You're going to need proper company, after all."

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2008-10-24 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"I...am not entirely sure what to say," Jack said, grinningalmost idiotically as he looked between the kitten and Bagoas. "Thank you. It's..."

It was a kitten and had to be a boy or a girl so Jack grabbed it carefully and flipped it over to take a peek.

"She's fantastic, Bagoas. Thank you. Is she old enough? She's so small..."

It was a fact he couldn't get over. After labs and direwolves and even Banon who had grown quickly to the size she was now, he was surprised at how tiny and pliant the kitten was. Just enough to hold in his hands, really.

[identity profile] hiseromenos.livejournal.com 2008-10-24 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"She'll be old enough soon," I promised. "A few days, a week at most. She can stay here while you do." I was smiling too, at how well what had been a completely spur of the moment idea had gone.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2008-10-24 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"That works for me," he agreed. He wanted a new place before the end of the month, and that worked out just great. "It'll be nice to have a reason to come home at night when my hut's finished. You know...it's not easy to surprise me, Bagoas. This...I couldn't have guessed this in a million years."

[identity profile] hiseromenos.livejournal.com 2008-10-26 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I winked at him. "I can be full of surprises. Besides...well, they are Puta's litter. You should have one."

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2008-10-30 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you, Bagoas," Jack said, yet again. His thumb moved slowly under the kitten's chin and he found that the last thing he wanted to do was put the little one down.

"How many did Puta have, anyhow? I'm not taking the only one, am I?"

[identity profile] hiseromenos.livejournal.com 2008-11-13 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
I shook my head. "There are two others. I had not thought as far as finding homes for them all."

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2008-11-13 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
He grinned and looked down at the kitten, then stood to give her back to Puta so she could sleep with her siblings again. "It's not like they need anywhere else right now." He turned his head and his grin softened as he looked Bagoas in the eye. "They've got a nice life here, it looks like."

[identity profile] hiseromenos.livejournal.com 2008-11-13 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"I like having them," I said with a shrug and a smile. "You do not really have time for pets when you are marching. But I know--some men," and that might not have been completely accurate but was the best I could do, "who were very fond of their horses."

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2008-11-13 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've known some men who were fond of their horses, too," Jack replied. "You can never expect what people will invest themselves in. Animals. Children. Land. Ships. Whatever...it's the same everywhere I've been."

[identity profile] hiseromenos.livejournal.com 2008-11-14 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe it is because animals are more likely to be loyal than people," I wondered. Truly, I did not know. I had only ever been truly devoted to one creature, and he had been more than a man.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2008-11-15 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"That's something I won't argue. The dog House has is obedient like you wouldn't believe," he conceded. "I never really got why people kept pets before I got here."

[identity profile] hiseromenos.livejournal.com 2008-11-15 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cats aren't the least bit obedient," I said ruefully, glancing over toward Puta. "But I think they're incredibly comforting when you need them."

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2008-11-16 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
"That sounds just like what I've been looking for my whole life," Jack smirked. "Comfort and defiance wrapped up in one deceptively pretty package."

[identity profile] hiseromenos.livejournal.com 2008-11-17 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I laughed. "I am not sure it is even defiance," I whispered, as if imparting a great secret. "It is...indifference?"