Captain Jack Harkness

Jack had decided to do it in one go and had borrowed what was a cross between a cart and a wheelbarrow. He'd loaded in his crate of rifles, John's guns, and had taken Logan's Colt and headed to the compound. He made it to the main doors and then stopped, puzzlin gout how he was going to get everything in to IPD custody. He didn't want the guns in their home. They'd talked about lockup before the baby came and had agreed on the workshop, but now...now with Logan so down, Jack didn't want any guns in the house. He knew Logan and there were times the younger man was prone to doing risky, stupid things. It was just a precaution and they could always get them back out for hunting or whatever.

The problem was he couldn't carry the whole crate. He couldn't get the cart into the compound. That left the options of getting help or taking the guns in a few at a time and he didn't like the idea of just leaving them out here. He knew how well it had gone over when they'd been moving and the gelignite had been left out. But that seemed to be the only option. He opened the crate and pulled out one of the Carbines and then saw someone else.

"Hey," he said warmly. "Can I get a little help?"

Jack had his routine and he was sticking to it more rigidly than ever. Sunday morning dawned and he began to gather and sort laundry just like every week. He was quiet while Logan lay in bed and had it bagged up and ready to go, then he thought for a moment and went into the bedroom.

He looked at his husband and wished he could do something to help. Jack was good at fixing things but some things he simply couldn't fix. But Logan needed to get up, he thought. He needed to go on. So Jack laid down with him and kissed his forehead.

"Do you want to get up and come with me? Just to the compound. I can start the laundry and we can take a real shower and get some food we didn't have to cook. Come on. Come with me," he said quietly- and braced himself for a no. He just wanted to take care of Logan but he didn't know what to do.

[After this]

Jack was normally so laid back. He didn't get upset the way Logan did, he didn't see anything wrong with having friends, caring about them, spending time with them. It was just natural to Jack to be social, to talk, to dance, to flirt a bit, to have...a life. He loved Logan and he did understand how the young man felt so passionately about him that it became jealousy. He wouldn't admit it but he genuinely liked that a little...knowing someone cared enough about him to be possessive. He'd been left behind and discarded so many times that it was good to feel...loved. Wanted.

Logan seemed to be under the mistaken impression that Jack didn't have the same feelings. He was just as possessive of his husband but he simply didn't show it in the same way. Most of the time he didn't need to. Logan wasn't exactly a social butterfly so Jack didn't have much reason to be jealous. He'd been jealous of Harry. God, had he been jealous. He'd been jealous of Veronica because of the history and the fact that he knew how Logan had loved her so much. He was even kind of jealous of Savannah. She looked like Lilly which was one damning detail...and she was carrying Logan's baby. Their baby- he always had to think that it would be Logan's and his, but she was...she was involved and Jack wondered just how Logan felt since he seemed to talk to the girl a lot.

And then there was Neil. Once again...there was history. There was love. Logan had assured Jack again and again that the past was the past and he knew, logically, that it was true and that he should accept it. Hell, he had a past and Logan didn't hold it against him. Okay, only kind of held it against him. But Neil...

Jack saw them out the window and overheard a bit. Heard Logan's warm and genuine invitation. Saw the way he looked at Neil. It sparked that rare jealousy and brought it to the surface. He had sense enough to stay out of it, but he was cleaning the bedroom, throwing things around and banging stuff far more than was necessary when Logan finally came in from sanding.

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Jack knew Logan hadn't wanted to be there so when he said he'd see Jack at home, Jack let him go without protest. But with Logan gone it just wasn't as fun. Yes, there were drinks. And dances. And conversation. But it lost something when Jack couldn't look over and see Logan. He loved the way his husband looked at him.

It wasn't late when he begged off the party and headed home. He was tipsy but not drunk. Just buzzed enough to feel alive and...horny. Such a juvenile term, but that was it. The Hamlet was quiet and Jack crept along the path, remembering distinctly when Logan lived here a long time ago. When sneaking into his hut after a party was just part of what they did.

He wondered if he'd be able to get into bed with Logan and kiss him awake. He wasn't sure he could be that quiet. Hell, the dogs would probably give him away.

It was late. The club was closed and he knew Logan would be asleep. Jack took the last of one of the bottles, just enough to get a buzz, and he took the long way home so he'd go past New Atlantis. He went to Daniel's first and knocked on the door. If he didn't get an answer he'd try Vala's but he hoped Daniel was home. He really just needed some time with his friend. Things were so...he didn't even know. He needed a sympathetic ear and someone who wasn't invested in things.

It was just so involved. Jack was trying so hard to devote more time to his marriage. He was off the ITF for a couple more weeks, he had cut his time at the club, he was giving Logan his undivided attention, and there was the council. Jack had thought long and hard and had decided what he really wanted to do was take off for a few days. Just head into the forest and get his head right. But that wasn't a real option so his next best (and probably wiser) choice was to call on his friend and get some council. Or at least get a little drunk.

Right on schedule. The morning after the party found Logan and Jack in a super plush bed, extra wide and soft with heaps of blankets on them. The pillows were big and squishy and they'd each found a candy cane in their grasp when they awoke.

After exploring a bit, finding boxes and boxes of decorating supplies and some already put up, they decided to skip breakfast and just have some coffee. That meant they had time to grab some interesting snow clothing and go outside. Jack immediately began to roll a ball for a snowman.

"Hey, we need some charcoal for a face," he said, not looking at Logan. He was too busy trying to craft a sphere using mittens and force.

Jack Harkness Council Nomination Bid Nov 2010

[after this]

The day had gone okay, Jack had talked to some people, taken a trip to the waterfall, come back and had coffee, and now it was time to find somewhere to sleep. Jack walked with Logan and was keenly aware the younger man was upset. He could almost taste it/ THe tension grew as they made their way to the Hidden Hamlet to settle down for the night. Each of them carried a bag and some bedding and Jack figured it would be more than enough to crash at Joe's for a while.

"Logan, what's the matter," Jack said when they were almost there and he just couldn't stand the silence anymore. "Just talk to me. I promise I'll remember. I'm feeling a lot better."

The wind had begun to howl and Jack had been out in the thick of it. It was his job to make sure people were safe. Not at the cost of his own safety, though, and as the storm really hit, Jack was nearly home. He'd entered Bohemia and was nearly to his hut when part of the roof tore off the bath house. It flew through the air, unseen in the darkness and the rain. Jack didn't see it but he felt it as the wood hit his head and took him to the ground. He passed out for a minute and woke up soaked and muddy. The bit of roof had cut his head and his collar was soaked with watered down blood as he got to his feet and got to his door. He felt awful but he knew he needed to get inside.

That was about all he knew.

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Jack had left Logan to sulk or fume or whatever it was that he did when he was in a mood like this. There were times Jack didn't mind trying to cheer him up or pull him out of it...hell, he wasn't averse to fighting, even. But today...today it just made him tired. He'd left Logan with Linus and come home. With all the time in the world to himself, he'd played fetch with Sugar for a while and then sat down to work on some stuff for the bath house. Sugar curled up at his feet, thoroughly tired out.

He was nearly done when he realized Logan hadn't come home yet. Jack wondered for a moment if the man was going to come home at all...but put that aside. Of course Logan would come home. Eventually.