Captain Jack Harkness

She wanted to argue his point, but it hardly seemed fair to challenge the point. She was safe and would remain so. Some might think she was foolishly blind to the possibilities before her.

But it was rather that Reinette had long determined Jack to be worth that risk. She had no intent of leaving his side, no matter what disease still clung to him. It was something he would have to come to terms with.

Some might think that not safe at all.

But Reinette knew otherwise.

Her palm slipped through the water to rest against Jack's chest, careful not to apply too much pressure but to offer touch all the same.

"I know you Jack. I will always know you. I knew you even before I remembered you. We discussed this." There was a small, brief smile. "There is more to know than this."

Reinette closed her eyes then, and gathered herself. On many levels Jack was correct. The care he required was far beyond her skill, but she could think of no one she would allow to touch him. And she trusted his word that the wrist strap itself was no option either. He lived in that hole, in disease and darkness because of her.

Louis played his part, but there was no denying her own part in the story.

Her breath came broken.

"What do you need me to do?"