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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"Great." Jack smiles as he leads her outside into the breeze of the Cardiff evening. They walk out and towards Mermaid Quay, past the water tower and around. He looks up at it as it glistens in the night. The cascading water breaking the silence in the air.

"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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"Of course we did." She leans her head on his shoulder a little as they walk, her ridiculous heels making soft clacking noises on the pavement. "Fighting the forces of darkness, maintaining the Stacks -- they still stand, love, your proud legacy -- and just being young and in love. That was... a long time ago."

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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"Oh I wasn't young then," Jack sighs with a slight shake of the head. "I think I felt it at times. You made me feel it. But I wasn't. But those years..." he smiles as he thinks of the good times, and the bad ones too, "those memories, they'll live with me forever.

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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"Well, yes, I imagine that regardless of how long you live, dealing with the Lord of Vampires is a memorable occasion." Her hand raises of its own accord to her throat, -- a gesture she tries to play off by touching his cheek fondly.

"Romantic," she accuses tenderly.

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"Mina," he whispers back softly. "I was talking about you, not him. You're the memory that matters." His face turns into her hand a little, just enough so that his lips can brush her fingers and place a soft kiss.

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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"No longer just a memory," she points out. "For good or ill... I'd-- " Mina closes her eyes for a split second's hesitation. "I would like to be a part of your life again, sweetheart. I know things have changed -- and I have a whole new you to get to know... but I would very much like to get to know my husband all over again."

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Jack's heart swells a little as she speaks. Half, admittedly, is nerves. His life is a hectic and confusing one, and adapting it, he knows, won't be easy. But perhaps it's worth it.

"I'd like that," he smiles. "Though when you know more about me? You might not want to."

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"I turned our son into a vampire," she reminds him, aching at her words, at his hesitation. "Whatever you've done, whatever you do, Jo-- J-Jack, wasn't it? -- I don't doubt that you're still the same lively, exciting, intelligent and tender man I've loved since I was a child."

Her eyes are filling and she tips her head back just a bit, fluttering her lashes to contain tears.

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He drops his head a little. Difficult to think of him, of their son and wherever he might be now. He pushes that to the side though. "Jack, yes." He nods, and he feels somewhat warmed to be called that by her. But even with that, he whispers, "You don't have to call me that though, not if you don't want to."

"I hope I live up to your expectations." He laughs a little. Hoping that 'Jack' is enough for her.

He turns his head to her and sees the tears in her eyes, eager to brush them away. "Hey, hey. None of that. Come on. I'm here."

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"Yes. Yes, you are, my love. After so very long." Her jaw clenches again, another failed attempt to contain the tears. "'Jack' has always been dear Dr. Seward... but I shall do my best," Mina promises, a single tear running down one porcelain cheek in the moonlight.

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Jack's thumb reaches over and brushes her cheek. "Shh," he whispers gentle but commanding.

"All I want to see from you is smiles. Okay?" He looks down at her and brushes a strand of her hair back behind her ears.

They reach the restaurant and Jack opens the door, guiding her inside before motioning for a table. Hoping for a discreet one where they won't be spotted.

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"I'll do what I can," she agrees.

Once inside, she unbuttons her coat, breathing in the scent of cooking and garlic: it's all delicious. The low roar of patrons indicates a small-ish establishment without a large crowd, and after a concert the size of the one Mina just played for, she's glad of the comparative quiet.

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Jack moves around and pulls her chair out for her, once they've been lead to the table. The waiter greets him like he knows him 'Good to see you again, Captain Harkness'. But Jack shoos him away fairly quickly. Doesn't want to deal with the potential conversation.

When she sits he moves around to his own chair and sits himself down, reaching his hand over the table to take hers.

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"You come here often, then?" Mina's astute: perhaps more than he might like. She intertwines their fingers as they sit there together, soaking up the atmosphere.

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"Sometimes." Jack answers, feeling a little uncomfortable. "It's close to where I live and work," he adds as a sort of useless justification. "I tend to be kinda busy, so I don't get away much."

He holds her hand tightly, his thumb stroking her fingers.

"Do you need me to read the menu to you? What would you like?"

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She's pleased that he offered: it's always a slightly awkward feeling that she can't read the damn menu in restaurants. Rupert has become quite the gentleman, in that regard at least.

"What's your favourite on the menu? And where do you work? What do you do?" She has so very many questions...

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"Me? Oh I'll eat anything," Jack says honestly with a slight laugh. "Well the pasta dishes here are great. They've got pretty much anything you could imagine. And if it's not on the menu they'll sort it for me." Jack seems to have sway everywhere around here.

He clears his throat a little. "Here, in the Bay. It's... a little hard to explain. Lets just put it this way, I protect people. Or I try. That's the general idea. I've got a team. We look after Cardiff."

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"You've not changed terribly much, then," Mina smiles, remembering the band of men as they once were, so terribly dear to her. Her beloved Jonathan, the brilliant Doctor van Helsing, dear Doctor Jack Seward and poor, bereaved Lord Arthur Holmwood. It made perfect sense that he'd still be doing that now.

"Although I will say you seem bolder, more confident. An alpha-wolf of your very own pack."

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"I guess I had to," Jack sighs. "There's a man... when I met you I was looking for him. Looked for him for a hundred years. Guess you could say I looked up to him. Tried to be like him. I hope I do him justice."

"My team," he smiles, thinking of them, "They're wonderful people. They put themselves at risk every day to save this city. To save the world."

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"Demons, aliens, hell-beasts...?" She's seen so much in her time, done so very much to protect her city -- good old London town. "I helped slay a dragon once."

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Jack laughs warmly. Of course, he should expect it of her, shouldn't he. "Aliens," he says, amused.

Taking a breath he starts, hoping to explain. "Cardiff has a rift in space and time running right through the centre of it. It's my job to monitor what comes in and out of it."

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"Well," Mina inclines her head respectfully, "I'm still maintaining the Stacks and standing in as London's guardian until little Luke Rutherford comes of age."

She chooses not to mention that a large part of her ability to maintain any order in London-town is the fact that most of the inhumans are deeply afraid of the monster she could become if she so chooses. That she cultivates that sense of danger among the half-life.

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"And you do that all yourself?" Jack asks, sounding suddenly protective. "And who looks after you?"

"Mina you can't even see. How can you look after a city?"

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"I have a wonderful valet-slash-nurse-slash-driver who helps me with day to day issues, and Luke's godfather is a smiter, too. He travels a lot, all over Europe and America, but when he's in London we spend some time together."

A more modern woman might have taken offense at his implication that she wasn't capable of taking care of herself. It doesn't occur to Mina to be offended.

"And... periodically if a real problem surfaces, I stop my treatments for a while." She hadn't intended to mention that, but there's something in his tone that brooks no omission. It's not a tone Jonathan used terribly often with her, but she's learned very well to respect it. "It awakens the killer in me and returns my sight."

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"You spend time with him?" Jack sounds jealous, though it's completely unintentional, and rather amusing in it's tone. "Well," he breathes, "I'm glad you're not alone."

As he listens he tilts his head and straightens his back a little. "You do?" It's bad of him to think, or even imagine it, and even worse to voice it, but he can't seem to stop himself. "So if you wanted... you could see me?"