Jack wasn't naive enough to think it would be that easy. He didn't expect that his letter got to Reinette. In fact he'd filled it with veiled lies that he expected she'd see through, and things none but her would understand, so that if it should end up in hands but hers it might throw the people that hoped to keep him down off the scent.
But at the same time, Jack wasn't one to hide. He put himself in the line of danger, he was well aware of that, and the same went now; he wouldn't shy away.
And that's why he found himself again in Versailles. The light was just lifting, early morning, and he stormed the halls of the palace. He was shouted at as he walked, of course, made well aware of, but he didn't care for that, nor the fact he was none too ripe after a series of days confined.
But even with all he'd seen, Jack Harkness sometimes had too much confidence. He'd found that before but it was a hard pill to swallow. Storming in didn't always work, the 4-5-6 had proved him that. And again, as it had been then, it proved his stumbling block.
He headed with purpose to Reinette's rooms and knocked the door open firmly. But inside, there was no Reinette. There was, however, standing with his back to him, a man while though he'd heard much of and though he'd even encountered, he'd never truly seen, nor ever spoken to.
The King.
He should have known, of course. He should have expected it. The King certainly had done. And when the doors closed behind him and Jack saw the line of guards that were already waiting in the room, he realised it had all been a trap.
It had seemed to surprise the King when Jack laughed. It unsettled him, that was for sure. They spoke though then, held an actual conversation and it became so much clearer to him. Because though he thought it nothing? That time at the Yew Tree Ball, Louis had seen him. He'd seen Jack unmasked and so when he returned? He recognised him. In fact Jack had been watched ever since he'd got here for something he hadn't done until mere nights ago.
Louis told him he'd hoped to keep it simple, but Jack had seen to that being impossible. And so things would get harder.
And so they did.
Restrained as before by the mass of guards Jack was again hit until unconscious. And what came next? Was much worse.
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But at the same time, Jack wasn't one to hide. He put himself in the line of danger, he was well aware of that, and the same went now; he wouldn't shy away.
And that's why he found himself again in Versailles. The light was just lifting, early morning, and he stormed the halls of the palace. He was shouted at as he walked, of course, made well aware of, but he didn't care for that, nor the fact he was none too ripe after a series of days confined.
But even with all he'd seen, Jack Harkness sometimes had too much confidence. He'd found that before but it was a hard pill to swallow. Storming in didn't always work, the 4-5-6 had proved him that. And again, as it had been then, it proved his stumbling block.
He headed with purpose to Reinette's rooms and knocked the door open firmly. But inside, there was no Reinette. There was, however, standing with his back to him, a man while though he'd heard much of and though he'd even encountered, he'd never truly seen, nor ever spoken to.
The King.
He should have known, of course. He should have expected it. The King certainly had done. And when the doors closed behind him and Jack saw the line of guards that were already waiting in the room, he realised it had all been a trap.
It had seemed to surprise the King when Jack laughed. It unsettled him, that was for sure. They spoke though then, held an actual conversation and it became so much clearer to him. Because though he thought it nothing? That time at the Yew Tree Ball, Louis had seen him. He'd seen Jack unmasked and so when he returned? He recognised him. In fact Jack had been watched ever since he'd got here for something he hadn't done until mere nights ago.
Louis told him he'd hoped to keep it simple, but Jack had seen to that being impossible. And so things would get harder.
And so they did.
Restrained as before by the mass of guards Jack was again hit until unconscious. And what came next? Was much worse.