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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It's a question he's been putting off. Part of him wants to know so much it hurts, but another part, that pain is too much to unleash. So he avoids it, just a little bit longer. "Perhaps not."

He sighs slowly, releasing tension in his shoulders. "I wish you could too." He turns his head a little and lifts a hand to touch her cheek. "You look so beautiful, Mina. You always did. You know I could never believe you were mine."

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She leans into his touch and smiles a little bashfully: she was never the great beauty nor the coquette -- that was Lucy. Mina was the sensible, practical dependable sort of young woman... who had fallen head over heels for the handsome young solicitor with the unbelievably blue eyes and warm smile.

"You flatter me, Jonathan, my love."

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"I only say what I see, and you're beautiful to me. You always were." He's honest about that. She was never anything but beautiful to him.

He can't leave it any longer though. Try as he might, and the question is there, and must be said. "Mina..." he starts, hard to get the words out. "Our Son.. what happened to him?"

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Mina gets up from the sofa. It had to be asked -- he adored Quincey, and Quincey had adored his father -- and she knew it was coming. Distantly, it half-occurred to her to lie, but that, after all the other secrets were finally out... would be unforgivable.

"Josef enlisted to fight in the Great War," she told him quietly, keeping her back to him. Dear, brave Josef -- Abraham's grandson and Quincey's dearest friend. "He died at Ypres, Jonathan... and when word came, Quincey enlisted."

She swallows hard and bites her lip: even as long as it's been, the memories hurt. The loss of Jonathan, Josef and then gentle Quincey's decision to enlist. "He fought at Amiens and was terribly, terribly injured. They brought him home to England to a hospital. Septasemia set in.... they said it was only a matter of time before it killed him."

In some ways, it's a blessing that she can't see him. Can't see the way he's going to look at her when she chokes out her next words: "I couldn't let that happen."

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Each word is like another stab to the heart. One quick after the other. He expected it really. Expected the war would take him, just as it took so many boys back then. Boys who had hardly any time at all to live their lives.

Maybe he was there, maybe he was close and knew nothing about it. The wave of guilt rushes over him like a tsunami. Too much to cope with, to imagine.

He looks up at her, his cheeks lines with tears, but then she speaks again. And his heart sinks.

He stands, rushes over to her and grabs her by the shoulders. "What did you do? Mina, what did you do?"

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"At the time... I thought I could save him. That it would be fine. That he'd learn to cope... just like I did." Her voice is a hoarse whisper and she almost almost wishes she could see him now, to read his face. "But he was so bitter and angry after the war -- all that death..."

She's pleading, pleading with him to understand that she'd betrayed everything they'd ever fought against -- but that she'd done it out of love.

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Jack shakes his head. He wouldn't wish it on anyone. A life less than human, less than normal. He pushes his hands from her shoulders and takes a couple of steps away, turning away from her. He doesn't want to see her, not for a moment. It's too much.

His hand reaches up and rubs over his face. He rubs away tears and just holds his head in his hands. Too much to take.

"And now?" He asks finally. "Where is he now?"

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"I don't know," Mina admits, wrapping her arms tightly about herself. "I don't know."

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"You don't know?" Jack's voice raises, a higher pitch, more irate. "And you just what? You just let him go? And what is he now? Who is he now? Do you know any of that, Mina?" It's hypocritical of him to ask and to criticise her for leaving him when he did just that to the both of them, but he can't help it. A family he thought dead, now appearing, and appearing like this.

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"He's a vampire, Jonathan," she snaps. "He's a monster, probably feeding on the blood of the living and no, I don't know where he is now. I last saw him... eight years ago? He almost killed a friend of mine and I told him to just go -- to get out of London and never, ever return."

It's weak and selfish and wrong, but he was always her darling, beautiful son and she couldn't bear the thought of smiting him. (Rupert had been so furious with her..)

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Jack shifts over to the chair again and slumps down, his body limp and loose. He can't compute this, can't process any of it.

He wipes his hand over his face again and shakes his head. "This is too much," he says weakly, after a pause that feels like an eternity. "I don't know what to say."

It's a rare occasion for Jack to be speechless, but now is one of them. He's struck to his very core, his world torn apart.

He looks up at her, his vision blurred from the tears. "All these years and I never knew." He shakes his head. "But I'm no better than you. Look at me. I lied to you from the moment I met you."

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If she could look at him, she would -- but Mina can hear his tears. She crosses back to his side, cradling his face in her hands: a lifetime of habit from a lifetime or two ago. "Well, to be uncharacteristically optimistic for a moment: we have now. We now know that we're both still alive. And it's so good to find that out."

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Despite it all, from the moment he feels her touch, he's once again undone. It brings back so many memories. So many thoughts from so long ago. Once buried but now unearthed.

"We do," he sighs, and slowly smiles. "And it is. It really is." He reaches up too, mirroring her actions, his thumb brushing just beneath her eyes. Oh how he wishes she could see him like he can see her.

Slowly, he breathes out. "Do you really have to go back to London after tomorrow?"

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Being around him again, something long-frozen in Mina is starting to thaw -- and that's a terrifying concept, it really is. It's been a very long time since she has changed her plans for anything less than an impending apocalypse... and there's the fact that London is ill-defended in her absence...

"There's no active van Helsing right now," she explains. "Jay died and his son is only fourteen. I know we used to start training them young, but his godfather wants Luke to have a little bit of a normal life at first. It's kind, really."

She closes her unseeing eyes to just savor his touch. In all the years she has believed herself a widow, there's never been anyone else. Not really. A flirtation here and there, and she and Rupert are, on occasion, very close... but there's never been anyone to take Jonathan's place. Her hands move from his face to rest on his chest -- she can feel his heartbeat and it makes her smile.

"I suppose I can make a phone call, see if I can stay a few more days. I just worry about leaving London unguarded."

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"London can wait." Jack whispers to her, completely selfishly of course. "And so can Cardiff." It's been so long for him, so long for both of them, that Jack doesn't care. Jack doesn't care about Weevils and the rift. He deals with that enough as it is. His team dealt without him for months while he was gone. The four of them can cope without him for a couple of days.

"I want to spend time with you," he admits. "As much as I can. We can't make up for what we've lost. But we can try."

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Jonathan had always been better than she was at making sure they both took time for themselves. She'd been a good wife, but he had taken care of her, too, and made sure she didn't run herself ragged. It's been... a long time since she slowed down.

"I've missed you so much," Mina breathes, and she touches his hands on her face with her own small hands, one still gloved, the other bare.

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"I've missed you too," Jack whispers, "so much." His thumb brushes delicately over her lips. He's desperate to kiss her, to hold her in his arms until the world around them just melts away.

"Where are you staying tonight?"

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She places a delicate kiss to the pad of his thumb, parting her lips just a little to allow him his explorations. (He was always a very sensual man, her husband...)

"Jolyons," she tells him. "Just off Bute Crescent. It's a tiny little quiet sort of place. Quite lovely, and they've been very helpful in accommodating my, ah, special requirements."

There's a reception going on that she's supposed to attend. In the back of her mind, Mina's expecting Carolyn to trot into the dressing room to find out what the hell is taking her so long.

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Jack closes his eyes a moment, imagines that those lips are touching his own, not just his thumb.

"Oh I know it well." He smiles, glad she's staying somewhere so close. "I've used it many a time when I've had guests over. I live just out in the bay."

He grips gently on her hand that sits on his face and delicately draws it back until he can lift her fingers to his lips and delicately kiss them.

"Do you have plans tonight?"

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"Just the reception I'm supposed to be attending, ooh, probably right now?" Mina exhales a soft huffing laugh, barely a noise at all, but her eyes sparkle with it as she makes an 'oops?' face.

"Beyond that, I'm all yours." In so very many ways.

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Jack laughs along with her, just gently under his breath. It's odd too that he notices just now, as time goes on, his accent seems to be gently slipping back towards Scottish again. An unconscious reaction.

"Glad to hear it." He smiles. "So should I wait for you?"

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"You could escort me," Mina smiles, "save me from making yet another entrance on my publicist's arm?"

She doesn't want him to go. Doesn't want him out of reach, lest he disappear again. Lest she lose the courage she's needing to open up this much.

"They usually have champagne..."

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"I'd love to." Jack smiles. He was hoping she'd ask that, but didn't quite want to impose himself. It's odd really, how his attitude, just by being around her, seems to slip back into that which he used to have. The one he adopted when he created the character of Jonathan.

"Champagne?" His smile turns to a grin. "Well now I'm sold."

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"There's my street-clothes hanging on the rail: would you bring them over? If I change now, we can slip out of the reception without having to come back here again."

Coyly, she slips out of his arms and finds her cane again. There's a lovely dressing table area set up in front of a useless mirror and Mina finds her way over to sit down on the stool. "I will have to request your aid in a moment to unzip this dress."

The diamond earrings she wore for the concert are returned carefully to a jewelry box, and a pair of antique pearl chandeliers take their place. (An anniversary present, once upon a time, if she remembers correctly.) She slips off her second glove and unbinds her chestnut hair from the twisted updo, letting it cascade loosely in waves about her shoulders.

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"Of course!" He steps over and takes the hanger from the rail, bringing the clothes over towards her.

He stands beside her, looking forward at her reflection, watching her as she moves, so utterly engrossed with every small little motion. Almost erotic in it's own way. The curve of her neck, the way her hands move and shift as she slides the glove from her delicate finger, the bounce of her hair as it falls against her skin. It's all beautiful to him. Like he's trapped within a dream.

"I'd be happy to." He smiles and reaches a hand down to her shoulder, just laying his fingers there, a contact that he craves, not wanting to let her go.