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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2021 07:03:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Logan</title>
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  <description>They were almost there. Just a few days out was the planet where Jack would be able to get parts for his ship. He could feel the end looming. He&apos;d worked closely with Logan. Lived with him. Ate with him and relaxed with him and they&apos;d chatted until it seemed like there couldn&apos;t be anything else- but there was always more. And with every story of teenage crime to family issues to military tales, Jack fell a bit more and more for Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for someone &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; good at reading people, he couldn&apos;t tell if Logan had gained even an ounce of trust for him. Jack was used to not being trusted, that was fine. But he&apos;d never been in the position before where he wished he was trusted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;d left Security a little early and had arranged food and had it ready when Logan walked in from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, good. It&apos;s still fresh,&quot; Jack grinned, then teasingly asked, &quot;How was your day, &lt;i&gt;dear&lt;/i&gt;?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=89820&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2021 17:38:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fin</title>
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  <description>Jack didn&apos;t &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to pay for it. But there was just something about a professional. There was a certain freedom to be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was getting nowhere with Logan. Or maybe he was. Usually he could tell but the chief was...different. He&apos;d put his interest on the back burner and had gotten on with life, determined to at least be the man&apos;s friend. Jack hadn&apos;t had a friend in...well. He wasn&apos;t going to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;d made the arrangements in the bar with the hot guy and scheduled a holodeck suite. He wasn&apos;t going to bring anyone back to Logan&apos;s quarters. That seemed rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was waiting inside in a comfortable room decorated with dark woods and rich wallpaper. The bed was plush and the focal point of the room, but Jack was sitting in front of a hearth with a merry little fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up when the door opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Fin,&quot; he said. &quot;Thank you for coming.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=89521&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2021 02:36:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>House</title>
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  <description>Jack was doing a great job of keeping clear of security, staying out of trouble, and formulating a plan. The problem was that the transporter room was always manned and he couldn&apos;t sneak in to get a transport to his ship. That meant he was here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was...he was bored. He was out looking for something interesting to happen when he walked into a bar and saw a man sitting alone. That had promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked over to the older man with fantastic eyes and plopped down next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Can you believe this weather we&apos;re having?&quot; he asked, warm and friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bartender popped over he ordered a Nonasian heart stopper, much to the delight of the being behind the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=89283&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jun 2013 01:46:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Logan</title>
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  <description>Jack had taken the princess to the children&apos;s room that morning after breakfast, leaving Logan to pack up. Savannah agreed to take the little girl home and watch her overnight now that she was over the chicken pox and Jack had given the blonde girl a strong hug of thanks. She only laughed and smacked his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the baby situation sorted out, Jack headed back to the Hamlet to see how far Logan had gotten. They&apos;d need a shelter and bedding. Food. Comforts. Jack knew his husband didn&apos;t like roughing it. His own big contribution was a machete, a rifle, and a pair of tight black trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Aren&apos;t you ready to go yet?&quot; he teased, knowing his pack was going to weight a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=88879&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2013 02:21:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Logan</title>
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  <description>From &lt;a href=&quot;http://the-blank-slate.dreamwidth.org/5556765.html?thread=359772189#cmt359772189&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack got up and followed Logan inside, watching how he moved. He was fixated on Logan&apos;s ass as he walked but he watched the play of muscle under the skin of his back and the way his shoulders moved, too. There had been a time when Jack&apos;s attention had been fleeting and he&apos;d bounced from one beautiful body to the next. Yet it didn&apos;t strike him as odd at all that he found his husband ridiculously attractive. his attention had never wandered from him. In Jack&apos;s eyes Logan was perfect, flaws and scars and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed the door and locked it then hurried to catch up so he could slip an arm around Logan&apos;s waist and pull him to a stop. He leaned in so he could kiss the back of the man&apos;s neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Do you know how incredibly sexy you are?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=88593&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2012 19:37:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>House</title>
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  <description>Jack was still a little drunk when he woke up from his nao and realized he needed to tell House. He left Logan and Joe in the comfort of the hut and headed for the good doctor&apos;s place, hoping to catch him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack knocked on the door and waited. Fucker came around the place from the back side and demanded attention from the onc familiar man. Jack scritched his ears and chin as he waited for House to answer so he could deliver the hard news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=88501&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2012 03:34:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Logan</title>
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  <description>Jack slipped on his great coat in the bedroom and tucked some lube into his pocket. He liked to be prepared and he didn&apos;t want to have to stop to go searching around in the work room. It took long enough that he was sure Logan had settled himself out there and then he peeked in on Joe one last time before following his husband out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locking the door behind him when he entered, Jack smoothed his coat, then gave Logan a dark look. He wondered for a moment just how hard he could work the man over. It had been too long and he had a lot of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I was hoping I&apos;d get you all alone,&quot; he said evenly, looking Logan over. Where to start, he wondered. There were always so many options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=88247&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 03:21:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Logan | Amnesia Plot</title>
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  <description>Jack woke up to the sound of a baby crying and looked around slowly. He didn&apos;t remember this mission...he didn&apos;t remember drinking last night, either, but he must have. The guy in bed beside him had to be a mark. Maybe, he thought, maybe he&apos;d been drugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitfalls of being a Time Agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was nice if a little rustic. He got up and wandered around the house. In the other room the baby continued to cry but he paid it no mind. That wasn&apos;t his problem. His problem was that he was without his wrist strap...and his clothes. The problem was that this mission was clearly a disaster and he needed to get back without tipping off the mark in the bedroom. He&apos;d have to do this on the fly...something he&apos;d done too many times before. He&apos;d collect his things and go. See the Agency doc. Figure out what was what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that damned baby kept on crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=87851&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 04:25:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Logan</title>
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  <description>Savannah had come and taken Joe away to the Children&apos;s Room while she worked her shift. She&apos;d promised it was no trouble at all and had gone so far as to insist that Logan needed some time with Jack. They both needed a break and that was the whole point of having the Children&apos;s Room in the first place. They had balked and Savannah wheedled a half day agreement, promising to bring the baby back to them around one, after lunch. Logan and Jack finally agreed and watched the pair leave. After a tense moment of worry had passed, Jack laid his hand on Logan&apos;s back lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;After one,&quot; he said, then gave up a devilish smirk and looked at Logan with dark desire. &quot;Do you know how much fun we could have this morning?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was nothing if not opportunistic and the very thought of having time entirely alone meant just one thing to him. One naked thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=87764&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 20:22:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Time Loop Plot</title>
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  <description>Jack had banged up his band pretty good while he was building furniture for Peggy and Steve. It was par for the course, though, and so he headed for the clinic to get it bandaged up, maybe splinted just in case. He&apos;d told Logan where he was going and then headed off to the compound, thinking for the millionth time that he&apos;d liked living in Bohemia just because it was closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was smiling as he walked into the clinic and spied House. For a moment he thought about how unpleasant this was going to be. And then he moved forward and everything just kind of &lt;i&gt;shifted&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;cut-wrapper&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;display: none;&quot; id=&quot;span-cuttag___1&quot; class=&quot;cuttag&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;cut-open&quot;&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;cut-text&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://more-flexible.dreamwidth.org/87462.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;cut-close&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;display: none;&quot; id=&quot;div-cuttag___1&quot; aria-live=&quot;assertive&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=87462&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2012 19:58:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Feb 15 Logan</title>
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  <description>It was early when Jack walked in. The sun wasn&apos;t up very high and dew still clung to the grass. He knew he was going to be in trouble. No matter how noble his intentions had been last night it didn&apos;t matter. He&apos;d stayed out all night and had awaoken next to a naked girl and a man in a giant foam soup can costume. It was...hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;d left Polly wrapped in a blue tarp and Zell comforting her. Jack had bidden them farewell and had &lt;i&gt;run&lt;/i&gt; home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no way this would go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=87223&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 00:29:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>House</title>
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  <description>Time had gotten away from him. He knew House was likely sick with withdrawal after London had vanished and he himself had been so sleep deprived that it was hard to think of doing much of anything. But eventually life fell into a rhythm and Jack was feeling more comfortable with being a father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;d told Logan to take a nap and get some real sleep. In order for the younger man to do that Jack had packed a bag with diapers and bottles and flanel blankets and a change of clothes. Then he&apos;d set out to go be social. He had a duty and it was time to fulfil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe needed to meet her godfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack went to House&apos;s hut and knocked on the door. He could hear Fucker inside and he waited patiently for the doctor to make his way to the door and open it for him. He had the bag on his shoulder and the baby in the sling against his chest. She was awake, wide eyed and looking around at the world going by around her. Jack thought it was good she was in a good mood. It would make a nice first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=86819&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:03:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Logan</title>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;[from &lt;a href=&quot;http://the-blank-slate.dreamwidth.org/5233427.html?thread=175966227#cmt175966227&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved slowly and quietly to their own room and then Jack shut the door. If she started crying they would hear her, he was sure of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the door shut he devoted all of his attention to Logan, pulling at his shirt and lunging in to kiss him. &quot;You taste good,&quot; he murmured. &quot;Smell good. God, I miss you...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an urgency that had nothing to do with a fear of Joe waking up and everything to do with the fact he&apos;d been denied this for so long. Affection was fine but Jack was starving for the passion they&apos;d once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=86664&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 20:33:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>House</title>
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  <description>November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack had to talk to House. He&apos;d been putting it off because he wasn&apos;t exactly sure how to ask. But it was important and it needed to be done and it needed to be done now, well before the baby was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jack found himself at House&apos;s door. Fucker went nuts, barking and jumping on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey, boy. Is he home?&quot; Jack asked, as if the dog could answer. The dog wasn&apos;t helpful so Jack knocked on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=86314&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 22:52:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Logan</title>
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  <description>Time had ceased to matter. Day, night, it made no difference. They slept when Josephina slept, woke when she did. There was feeding and changing, dressing and watching. That first night Jack didn&apos;t sleep at all. He just watched her as if his constant gaze was all that was keeping her breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days now and they&apos;d fallen into a routine. Oh, they should probably try to work toward an awake during the day asleep during the night pattern but right now they were all just getting to know one another. It was a miracle was what it was. After waiting for so long, after all the worries and fears and work, the baby was here and they were a complete family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=more_flexible&amp;ditemid=86270&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 04:27:37 GMT</pubDate>
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