RP for mrsharker

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It's early evening and in the half light the Bay has a comfortable quiet. Jack sent the team off to have a little social time. They've all worked so hard lately and they could do with it. He went for a walk, somewhere with a high roof and a vantage point for him to look over the city.

He's back on his way home now, taking a slow stroll down Lloyd George Avenue and back towards Butetown and the Bay. Outside the Millennium centre are couples and people milling around, all preparing for an evening of entertainment. It makes Jack smile as he seems them all, all safe in this city he loves so much.

On his way across the Plass he takes a slight de-tour to one of the poster boards, to take a look at just what these people are waiting to see. The sight before him though is not one he expects, and one he's far from prepared for.

The face is familiar, oh so familiar, and his breath gets caught in his chest, taking him a moment or two to realise he isn't breathing at all.

"It can't be," he whispers, but there's nobody there to listen.

Jack's eyes are swimming and he's glued to the spot. This can't be right, he's sure this can't be right. Just an odd co-incidence. Someone who happens to look similar. It has to be. It can't be her.

But it doesn't hurt to make sure. So instead of back to the Hub, Jack heads into the Millennium center and with the aid of the word 'Torchwood', he goes backstage.

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"I don't either," he smiles, finding some comfort in the familiarity there. "I mean I sleep, but not as much as I should. When I sleep I dream, and that's no better than being awake." He stops. The last thing he need is to talk about his dreams. Nobody needs to hear about those.

He glances over towards her and smiles, reaching his hand out for hers again. Should she voice her urges, Jack would be only too eager to tell her to go ahead.

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"Me, too." Mina clasps his hand.

She sighs and hesitates, a long-kept secret weighing heavy upon her chest. "We discovered, ooh, about forty years ago now... that a stake through the heart doesn't actually kill a vampire."

With Dracula being so strong, and that having been their method of dispatch... She knows Jona-- Jack will fill in the gaps. Will understand a large part of why she has nightmares...

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It seems to take a moment for her words to settle over him. To dawn on him, but they do. His eyes widen a little, and his grip on her hand tightens. "Oh Mina..."

The guilt for not being there just rises. He should have. He should have been her protector. "I should have been looking after you." He voices. "I should have never left."

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"You did what you felt you had to, Jon-- Jack. I don't hold it against you." She squeezes his hand back.

"Once.... once, I might have. I might have hated you for it, but I suppose I've lived long enough that I understand having to make terrible choices sometimes." Her sightless dark eyes are full of a genuine compassion.

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Jack leans himself over the table. Shifts his hand from hers and to her cheek. He understands. He understands completely, and having someone else that does would be overwhelming at the best of times, but it being Mina just makes that emotion all the more potent.

He's hardly touched his food, but then he's hardly hungry. His mind so focused on everything else.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He whispers.

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"Yes," she whispers back.

Right now, she'd follow him to the ends of the Earth...

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"Good."

Jack swipes his wallet from his pocket, pulling out an assortment of notes before laying them down. His hand shifts back down to hers and he stands, gently tugging to motion her to do the same.

"Come on." His heart starts to race again, and he's not even sure why.

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Mina takes his hand and gathers her coat, hand-bag and cane. She follows his lead out of the restaurant and tugs her coat on outside in the cool evening air.

"Your heart's pounding like a rabbit's," she remarks.

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Jack gives her a sidelong glance and laughs a little. "That's cheating, you know. You're not supposed to know that."

He guides her back out and along the way they walked earlier, not moving too quickly, back to a stroll.

"You know I half think I'll wake up soon and this will have all been a dream."

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"If it's a dream, it'll be the best one I've had in decades," Mina remarks.

A slightly smug smile pulls at her scarlet lips from his 'cheating' remark: frankly, she considers that sort of thing to be one of the few perks to her condition.

"I'm real: I promise."

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"Yeah? Well I might just have to ask you to pinch me to prove that."

If she's reading a little insinuation in those words, it's entirely intended.

They walk past the water tower again and Jack glances up towards it. There'll be nobody down below now, or there shouldn't be, so he feels somewhat more relaxed at that notion.

He pauses as he walks, just to confirm. "Back to yours then?"

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Oh, Mina may be blind, but she's by no means stupid. And she can remember only too well just how wicked a mouth her husband had on him when they were alone.

"Yes. Do you know the way from here?" It occurs to her that she really, really doesn't.

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"I do," he smiles. "In fact I can see it from here."

He grips her hand again, looking at her with eyes full of love, and takes her the short distance to the boutique hotel, just around the corner.

He opens the door for her and ushers her inside, mindful to be careful of the step. "Here we are. I'll just wait while you get your key."

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She unlocks the door and heads into the room before him, briefly toying with the terrible old enter freely and of your own will puns -- but he was the first to have lived through that and it seems tasteless.

"Come in," Mina smiles, setting her cane down in the corner by the armchairs. She's mapped the room out in her head and feels confident enough making her way around without its aid -- back over to the wardrobe near the entrance to hang up her coat, for example.

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Jack steps in, his hands in his pockets. He looks around the room, nice as it is. At the neatly made bed and at the dresser in the corner. He wonders, for a moment, just what he's doing, but that fades.

Gently, he shirks his coat off older his shoulders and hooks it on the back of the door before going over to her to assist her with her own. "Let me get that for you," he smiles, reaching his hands to her shoulders.

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"Thank you," Mina turns her back to him and slips out of the arms of the unbuttoned coat.

Coat off, she feels self-conscious. It's been lifetimes since she was his wife and she can't even see him now and everything they had ever shared is either dead and gone or in London. Everything but each other -- and they're such different people now...

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The coat gets discarded over the back of a nearby chair and Jack's hands go to Mina's shoulders. He brushes her hair back, back away from her neck, exposing the soft skin there, his fingers just delicately brushing over it. He looks at her in the mirror in front of them, looking at her face as he stands behind her.

For Jack, feelings have become something so hard to admit, but being with her now, he's shot right back, years seeming to disappear. He whispers. "I've never stopped loving you, you know."

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"Nor I, you," she murmurs, closing her eyes and savoring the intimate touch. She tugs away her gloves and covers his hands with her own, intertwining their fingers.

For the first time in a very, very long time, Mina feels almost human.

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His hands hold hers tightly and he dips his head so his lips are beside her cheek, enough to whisper.

He shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. But he does.

"I want you to see me."

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His words hit her like a physical blow. Shock, temptation, desire and horror intermingle in her gut and Mina gasps in her breath... and sighs it out.

"I've never -- Jonathan -- ah, Jack -- I've never, ever fed from a living human being before," she stammers. But there's another way -- the way she's done this very thing in an emergency before. Her own blood.

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His fingers tighten around hers a little. Reassurance, as much as he can give. He knows he's offering a terrible temptation, and it's worse still really that he feels no guilt for it.

"You couldn't hurt me. I promise. Not for long. I'm right with you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, okay?"

He offers what he can. What he's sure of, and what he's willing.

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Mina's shaking now: she's shaking like a leaf. Her nostrils flare, every sense prickling and intensified. He's made it an option -- he's made it an option, promised she can't hurt him and --

And her control is shattering around her. It's terrifying. She wants so badly to see him -- wants to have the chance to be something approximating his Mina again, even if it's only for a little, little while... and now all she can smell is his blood.

Her jaw aches with the wanting.

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Jack can feel her shake, can see the effect his words have. If he didn't feel a little bad before, he does now.

One arm shifts from her shoulder and wraps around her waist, his hand splayed out against her stomach as he holds. "Hey, hey it's okay. It is, I promise."

"I promise." He repeats, forceful.

"I'll look after you."

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It's too much. She can barely hear what he's saying, but the tone of his voice is soothing and she lets him hold onto her tightly.

But the smell --

The alluring scent of him, the copper of blood and the pounding of his heart--


It's the lesser of two evils. Mina sinks sharp, ivory little fangs into her own lip.

Her eyes roll back into her head and briefly she convulses in his arms.

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Jack doesn't know what to expect. How could he? He just holds her close, thinking perhaps she might speak, but then she bites.

He feels her move in his arms and his grip tightens. It takes him a moment to process what she's done, but then he realises. "Mina." He calls her name like a demand, trying to keep her with him, to make sure she's all right. "Mina, stay with me."