Captain Jack Harkness (
quitehomoerotic) wrote2009-04-24 01:52 am
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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.
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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"There's never been anyone else," she tells him suddenly, unable to keep it in any longer. "I never remarried, or... no. Not ever."
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He keeps his arm strong, holding her delicately as he guides her from the room. "Where's this reception then?"
Her words take him off guard though. It's a little unexpected, and it makes him feel guilt too, when he considers the lives and loves he's had since. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I should have been there."
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She half-turns back and pulls the dressing room door shut. "It should be out in the lobby. Carolyn's probably having a fit wondering where I am."
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"The lobby it is then!" Jack holds her arm and gently directs her along through the corridors. "And good. Keep them waiting." He laughs slightly, his grin evident in the tone of his voice. "Does that mean I'm going to get in trouble with this Carolyn person?"
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"I still can't believe you're here," she murmurs.
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He turns his head to her and smiles softly, "But I am. And you are. And that's wonderful."
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"You sound very American sometimes," she observes, remembering his comment that he'd been 'lying to her since they first met'. "Is that the real you?"
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It's hard, but he whispers, "But I'll tell you the truth. Anything you want to know, I'll tell you."
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Mina leads the way out to the reception and is duly fussed over by a woman that could only be the infamous Carolyn. She's ushered over to a meet-and-greet table, champagne and a pen pressed into her hands, programs and CDs to sign. It seems interminable, the smiling and the small-talk.
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He watches as people come along, gushing and praising Mina. His Mina. It warms his heart, and a smile spreads across his face, warm and happy.
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"Unless the theatre's in flames or something similar," Mina smiles. "Goodnight Carolyn."
She glances around, unsure, remembering that Jonathan had given her the name he goes by here, but not remember what it was. "Are you there?" she calls out.
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He reaches his arm out and takes hers, letting her latch on to him. "Would you like to go for dinner?" He smiles softly.
"Because I'd love to take you."
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"There's a little Italian place, just over the bay from here, it's lovely, we'll go there. I hope you'll like it."
Part of him wonders if he should feel guilty in suggesting it. The Italian in question after all is one which is his usual favoured date location for he and Ianto. But what can he do?
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She feels more out of control than she has in lifetimes. There are very few situations in which she's not two or three steps ahead of everyone else in the room -- a side-effect of her age and the fact that she's been increasingly tending towards 'control freak' (in Galvin's words) since the loss of her sight. This, however, is rather nice, yielding the lead of the situation to her husband...
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"I'm glad you still play your music," he whispers softly. "I remember when you used to. When we'd sit in the drawing room and listen to you. Despite it all, we had some wonderful times, didn't we?"
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Mina sighs faintly, but refuses to let her mood fade into regrets and loss. "Is it a pretty night?" she asks.
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As she sighs his grip on her arm tightens, just a little. "It's beautiful," he whispers back. "From here you can see out to the bay, the water shines in the moon. And you hear that noise? That's the tower just beside us. A shining beacon raising high into the sky. I love it here." He smiles as he looks around. His affection for this place is clear. "But... all I see tonight is you."
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"Romantic," she accuses tenderly.
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He laughs now, more fully, "Well I try." He grins, his eyes glinting, though she can't see them.
He leads her along, rather hoping that none of his team are still around in the Hub below. Hoping to minimise the chance of an unplanned encounter. That would be a rather hard one to explain.
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"I'd like that," he smiles. "Though when you know more about me? You might not want to."
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Her eyes are filling and she tips her head back just a bit, fluttering her lashes to contain tears.
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