for ambitious_woman The Bastille

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Relaxed.

Relaxed was something Jack Harkness rarely felt. In fact the concept of relaxation seemed an alien one to him. But yet here he was, that was how he felt. The muscles in his body were looser than they'd felt in far too long, and pains that had held there through stress and worry had, at least for now, melted away to nothingness.

It was morning, and he opened his eyes to a world he'd come to find he liked. A place that while it was nowhere that he belonged, he'd been surprised to discover that there was a space for him. A welcoming space with a welcoming face. He wasn't sure if it was something he deserved but for once, for a time, he wasn't going to worry about that.

When he woke, beside him he saw Reinette sound asleep. It made him smile and he pressed a delicate and small kiss to the skin at her shoulder. He stayed there a moment, just smiling and watching, and he whispered to her, "I'll be right back."

And so he rose from the bed. His intent was to find food. He'd take a morning walk, just a short one in the pleasant summer morning that he could see filtering through beyond the window, and then he'd venture to the kitchens and procure themselves something.

His clothes were near, and he dressed in them, item by item and then his coat (as if he'd go anywhere without it), and out into the corridors and halls of Versailles he went.

He wasn't on his guard, of course, why should he be? Short of clockwork what need he worry about right now? And really, should he encounter clockwork, he'd merely turn it off. No, here he felt happy, he felt safe, and so that guard he had learnt to keep up, was down.

And so it was his downfall.

He found his way to the rear gardens, nodding politely to footmen on his way (people that usually he made no effort to even acknowledge). But they had noticed him. In fact they had noticed him long before he noticed them. They had been noticing him for quite some time. They had noticed him in gardens and they had noticed him behind closed doors. And Jack had no idea.

And he wasn't prepared.

Entirely unprepared for the troupe of guards that met him in the gardens. It was as though they had been waiting, as though they had sought him out (and they had, of course). And as strong as Jack could be, he was not prepared, and so he could do nothing when he was met with a blow to the head, and another blow that knocked him to the ground. Another and another until he felt metal shackles on his wrists held behind his back and a tear of fabric between his lips to quiet his shouts.

And he was taken away.

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Reinette could feel him attempt to pull away. She battled the ache in her chest at the realization he was unable to manage even that. For the moment she withdrew her hand, giving him what he desired.

But then his gaze flickered towards her, however briefly. And there was recognition there. Reinette was certain of it. It was not her own misplaced guild or need manifested in the look they exchanged. He recognized her.

It was enough.

"Jack."

Softly, just for him.

She closed her eyes then, stilling herself for what was to come. This would not be easy. Reinette reached to turn the key that would release Jack's shackles, carefully removing them from his skin. She whispered her orders then, still curt and clear as already the two men were carrying his form between them. Up the narrow steps and through the prison towards her waiting carriage.

For a moment, only that, she was left alone in the cell Jack had been banished too. Already the dark and the stench and the isolation was closing over her. He had been asked to survive it for fourteen months.

How had he managed?

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It wasn't a dream. It took a moment or two for that to be fully realised, but it was. Perhaps it was the fact she'd touched him, and then compounded with the fact she'd moved away. The absence was just as painful as the touch had been in the first place.

He tried again to talk then, but he managed nothing but a small noise; a garbled ache in the back of his throat. It sounded like it could have been her name.

But then events swept up around him. He was lifted and it was a searing pain. He couldn't concentrate then as he was taken away. The hold of the men might have been gentle but Jack couldn't feel that past the pain. It hurt far too much to tell anything else.

And with the ache of being moved came the searing intensity of the light. It was only candlelight at first, but that was harsh enough, and there was nothing in him that was prepared for the natural light of the day outside as they moved him from the building. There was a breeze that touched Jack's skin and dimly he tried to feel it, to taste it, but it was all so overwhelming it became hard to do.

He was put then inside a carriage, and immediately a blanket was laid over him. It had felt like a trial, just to be moved, and he shuddered and shook. Merely sitting as he did seemed to hurt.

But it was over, he hoped. It was over.

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The light was bright as Reinette returned to her carriage, and she could not fathom what that meant for Jack. She saw him placed carefully in her carriage and a blanket placed about him. Then she personally drew the shades.

The stench they both wore was already filly the enclosed space.

It took the greatest restraint not order the horses sprung to see them carried to her Paris home at the greatest speed. But a single glance at Jack told Reinette that would not be possible.

That this journey would be difficult enough as it stood.

There was traffic on the roads, and Reinette held her breath with every stop and start of the carriage. Minutes stretched on far longer than they naturally should.

After several had passed she moved to the small amount of remaining bench at Jack's side, and placed a single hand on his blanket. Hoping it reached the man beneath.

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All about him was pain. His legs, his backside where it touched the seat, his eyes where the light had burned them, his muscles where they'd tried in some weak attempt to function only to be punished for their efforts.

The carriage darkened, he sensed that through his eyelids, and when the light had dimmed he risked cracking open his tired lids. He looked at her again then. Reinette at his side. His mind was slow to catch up with himself, but as it did it struck him how he must look. He knew, of course, how bad he felt, and how logically he must look. He couldn't bear for her to see him like this.

He flinched again at her touch, and it wasn't that he didn't want it, but that he hated to imagine her contaminating himself.

And try as he might, he had to say something.

"Don't," he managed, weak and barely there. Barely anything at all. And then weaker still, "Reinette."

And on that he started coughing. Coughing and wrenching his body. A body that couldn't cope with the journey.

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Her breath caught as Jack spoke. Not only coherent but indicating he truly did recognize her.

"Do not what," Reinette feigned innocence neither of them were capable of in that moment. Not after everything had passed. But there was an edge to her tone that she could not help but home he could hear, that he could still somehow translate.

Jack could ask a great many things of her in that moment. But not to stop.

All that was set aside when he began to cough. Huge, wrenching gasps that Reinette feared would tear what little was left of him apart.

Pulling her skirts to one side Reinette dropped to her knees on the floor of the carriage so that he face was more even with Jack's. Even then she was reaching for the necklace that still rested about her chest.

She tugged the chair free, and placed it over Jack's neck. Logically she knew he could not die. She had witnessed it for herself. But she still could not bring herself to let it be like this. She fumbled with the pendant, frustrated when it did not immediately work as Jack promised.

But then something twisted. Released. And she could feel an intense heat wash over them both.

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Jack's eyes hurt as he looked at her. That she had to see him like this, that she had to see him at all. He wanted to speak, he wanted to apologise and to say so many things. But he couldn't, he just didn't have the strength.

But then he felt her putting the chain about his neck. It hurt, the cool of the chain as it touched his neck through the mass of twisted hair. And then it turned, it changed.

He'd never expected to be the one on the receiving end of the use of this necklace. Just another way his life never went to plan. But he felt it. The warmth that had held within the necklace seemed to expand and erupt. It filled him completely, and the next breath he took was fuller. The ache in his body seemed to dull a little and the cloud inside his mind lifted and gave way to clarity.

When he looked at her now, he could see her.

And he could speak.

"How did you find out?" he asked, his voice still raw and worn, but there.

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Reinette remained on the floor of the cabin, head tilted towards Jack as she watched the necklace do its work. Even through the refuse and the dirt and the things that now crawled over them both she could see the color of his skin strengthen. His body hold itself with more strength, no matter how small the difference.

Did the answer to his question matter? Just now?

Still her voice was low an edged. She could not deny him.

"Letters, delivered to my room. They simply appeared."

Her fingers reached to touch the blanket once more, and the edge in her voice thickened and grew more sharp.

"Louis did this to you."

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"Yes," he said simply. She hadn't asked it as a question, that he knew, but still he felt as though he aught to confirm that he knew.

There was more to explain, of course, but that could wait. None of it mattered here and now.

"How long has it been?" he asked. There had been a time he'd roughly gauged by the temperature of the day, but as it went on he got more confused, and now here he was not knowing if it had been months or years. It all just meshed into one.

And then, before even a response could come, he spoke again.

"You shouldn't be near me like this."

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"Fourteen months," Reinette answered carefully.

It made it no better to hear the words said aloud, time that until not she had been silently counting internally. Her eyes searched what she could see of Jack's features for a reaction.

She had stood in that hole. She not could envision far too clearly what that must have meant.

Her hand remained on the blanket, though she added no further pressure. She could feel the carriage slowing, and knew they were near her home.

"Where, precisely, would you have me be?"

Whatever his answer, she had no intention of leaving.

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"Fourteen months," he repeated like an echo. He could barely comprehend that it had been that long. How had he lived through? Ah but he hadn't, he'd died hadn't he? Somehow he'd forgotten that amongst it all.

His eyes turned to the side of the carriage and down to the blanket over him, he looked at the fabric as he breathed in the clean air, it seemed to hurt his lungs as he felt it.

"Somewhere safe," he said. And of course even now he was aware. Aware of what he might hold from being where he had. Aware of the conditions objectively even if he couldn't feel or see it on himself. And of course somewhere within himself was still a distant semblance of vanity.

"You shouldn't see me like this."

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"Safe, Jack?"

She still did not reach to touch him, sensing that for the moment it was best to allow the blanket to serve as a bridge between them. Her fingers curled slightly there.

"We are safe now."

And ever if they were not, she would allow for no other possibility. She simply would not. Reinette met Jack's gaze and did not look away.

"But I have sen you. And I can think of nothing that would persuade me to allow you out of my sight. Fourteen months was long enough. One day more would be all of too much."

The carriage came to a full stop. She looked at Jack fully, attempting to discern the true impact of the necklace.

"Can you move? Or should I call for assistance?"

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Were Jack anywhere near himself he would protest. He'd argue with her to the N'th degree. But not now. He didn't have the energy nor the inclination. That probably spoke as much as anything as to how broken he had become.

"Where did you think I'd gone?" he asked instead of answering her question at hand. Mostly of course because he knew the answer without even trying. The necklace might prove useful, but it didn't work miracles, and it didn't help enough to give his muscles power where they no longer existed.

But he couldn't ignore her asking entirely, and so he tried, tried a little to move, but nothing happened but a sharp pain.

He shook his head.

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Reinette stilled at his question, not expecting it to be asked of her so soon. There were far greater concerns at hand, all of them surrounding Jack's health and Louis' betrayal. Her feelings on that matter were not meant to be addressed now.

If ever.

She considered Jack as she gave one of the simplest answers that still held truth.

"Oh an adventure," she said softly, concious not to speak to loudly. "A grand one. One that grew more fantastic with each imagining."

She smiled, and wondered if he was even capable of seeing it.

As Jack shook his head that expression remained even if her mouth compressed tightly, concern evident at the corners.

"I will be right back," she promised, and stepped outside the carriage to give brisk orders.

Soon Jack was carried carefully into her Paris home, up the stone steps and to her suite of rooms on the second floor. Already hot water had been poured into a large bath, steam curling from its surface. She tested it, and had some cooler water added so as the transition would not be too abrupt.

The bath would be challenging, Reinette knew. But for Jack to grow well he had to be clean. That much was evident. She collected soap and later and shampoo as well as a razor and scissors. No would would see to him but her.

She had the footmen place Jack gently into the tub, invluding what remained of his clothing. And then she ordered all of the staff to the lower floors, and out of sight.

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A grand adventure. The thought of it very nearly made Jack smile. He didn't though, it simply couldn't quite be actualised. But the thought of it, oh that was something.

"Sorry to disappoint you," he said. Because of course he'd been on anything but. Locked away as he was, confined and removed from the world. It was anything but adventurous.

Jack held himself tight as he was moved from the carriage. It hurt to be touched and held, it hurt to see the light and to be moved through the building. Agonising with each subtlety of movement.

The bath hurt too as he was lowered into it. Water that was barely hot but somehow felt as though it seared his skin and seeped into cuts and wounds never healed. What was left of his clothes started to fall off as he touched the sides, and the hard ceramic was painful against his bones.

But still he lay there, and he closed his eyes for lack of strength to do anything else.

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Reinette was prepared for a great many things. Indeed she had spent every moment giving orders privately steeling herself for what was to come.

But still she was not prepared.

The room was different, of course. The tile and the walls and the occasion, none of them the same.

Yet it could not help but bring back memories of the last time they had shared such an occasion together. The last day she had spent with Jack. She could remember clearly the sight of him in the tub. And it was not the events there, the feel of his skin against hers that she immediately recalled.

It was other images. The way his muscled form carried itself beneath the water. The way water spangled in lashes that sat over eyes bright and clear. The sound of his laughter as he pulled her in with him. She remembered her own indignation and would gladly ruin a dozen more gowns just to repeat that moment.

The Jack of then and the Jack of then collided before her. She worked to keep her features in repose, reaching for the scissors.

Then she began to carefully cut away what remained of the clothing, lifting the filthy scraps away from him and removing them from the tub.

"You have not disappointed me Jack."

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Jack had hoped that it would not be her to return. Hoped that for the faint vanity he had left, she wouldn't be the one to have to examine him in such start contrast.

But there was nothing in him that could protest but for a weak murmur of "Please," and , "you shouldn't be doing this."

The clothes he'd worn were barely that now, the same clothes he'd tugged into getting out of Reinette's bed that morning over a year ago.

"You'll get sick," he said quietly, and though he knew that she might dislike this fact being pointed out, it was a valid one, and he worried even now.

It dawned on him then that the last time he'd seen her he'd spent time in a bath. Oh so different then though, so different in so many ways. And the machinations of the last 14 months had already been set in place then. If only he'd known.

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Rather than subjecting him to her gaze moving critically over him, Reinette captured the image in her mind, closed her eyes and attempted to determine where to begin. She forced all other memories of their shared bath before from her mind.

She simply could not think of that now. Not of the playful ease between them. Not of the laughter and conversation. And certainly not where it very nearly lead.

Clean, she decided firmly. He needed to be clean. Everything else would follow. Reinette poured a liberal amount of soap onto her sea sponge and lifted one of Jack's arms close, beginning to scrub more than a year's worth of grime from his skin. The water was already very nearly black.

"I will not become ill."

It was a vague, inkeepable promise that even in his state Jack would see through. Her hands continued to move over Jack's skin. "Louis feared that as well, when I informed him of my intent.I told him if I do fall ill, it would be at his doing."

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"You might," Jack said, managing to somehow stand his ground. "And we can't use the necklace again. You know I never bought it for it to be used on me."

If he had it in him, he'd have laughed at the irony.

He glanced down to the water in the bath, black and stinking. The scrubbing against his arm hurt and revealed infected cuts and damage. Lacerations from the last time he was flogged that had never truly healed over.

He continued to allow it though, not that he could really do otherwise, and he listened to her as she spoke.

"Yeah well you'd be right there," he said, no love lost for Louis. "I met him," he admitted. "A week after they took me I got out, got all the way back to Versailles and he was waiting for me."

And on that he started coughing again, shaking him to the core.

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"You escaped," Reinette listened and tried to understand. And not just that Jack would get free of the Bastille and willingly walk into danger once more. "And then he sent you back."

That the reasoning was so ridiculous only made it hurt all he more.

She continued to scrub as forcefully as she thought Jack could manage. Across her chest to his other arm, down his stomach and his legs. She could do little for his wounds until they were clean. The water grew blacker and blacker still.

When he body began to convulse and rack with coughs, Reinette pressed herself closer, bringing one arm about his shoulder for support. She ignored everything else.

"We know the day I die, Jack. And it is not tomorrow. Nor is it a week, or month or even a year from now. I am not going anywhere."

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"I escaped," he confirmed. "I was somewhere else. Guess they hadn't bargained for me. I got to your rooms but he was already there. Reinette he saw me at the ball. He saw me without a mask. This goes back years."

He struggled through his coughing, and though certain urges wanted him to lean to her, they were distant and old, and he attempted to huddle from the touch that was sore to his skin.

"The day you're supposed to die," he corrected, "things change, time changes. Don't let it. Not because of me."

And he found himself on that, wanting to tell her he never intended to go, that he never would have, but all he could do then was cough and feel it through his bones.

"I need you to kill me," he said, barely spoken at all. "It'll help. Please."

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The full meaning of Jack's words settled over her, as Reinette fully considered just how deep Louis' resentment ran. He had stood as her dearest friend. And now she could not even think of him without anger.

As the coughing passed and she pulled slightly back, Reinette could not hide the small intake of breath at the sight of the angry, infected welts that criss crossed Jack's skin. She did not even know wear to begin that would not cause impossible pain.

"Things have changed, Jack," she said softly. "Because of you. Because of who you are and the time we spent together. I am not willing to trade that for something as small as safety. What is ever to be found there?"

Reinette paled visibly at Jack's last request. She composed herself to sit back far enough to meet his gaze. To kill him?

"I have your wrist strap," she offered, reaching. "It could take you somewhere. Anywhere they might help you. You do nit have to die, surely."

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"I want you safe," Jack reiterated, as weak as his words were there was a force behind them as strong as he could manage, in intent if nothing else.

Her next words though were met with surprise. His wrist strap. He thought it gone. Never expected he'd see it again. He had thought that he was stuck here, doomed to live again through centuries he'd seen and hadn't. The world again from a different angle. But she had it.

But it wasn't that simple. He tried to shake his head, though it was more a movement of eyes if nothing else.

"I can't," he said, "I wouldn't manage a trip through the vortex like this and I don't know what would happen. It's too dangerous. Die and I'll wake up looking like the Jack that you know."

It was a lot for him to ask. Selfish really, and in truth he'd never want her to have to be put through doing such a thing. But he hurt. He hurt so much and he just wanted to be rid of it. He wanted to lie and to sleep and to feel like a man he once was.

"How can you even recognise me," he said. And he wondered it. Full of the beard as he was, and with such a mass of hair, body gaunt and drawn, eyes heavy and sunken, cheeks too. He wondered where in that was the man she met. The handsome man that acted like the world was his.

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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?"

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The touch, in many ways, felt like a hot coal against his chest. He looked at her hand in the dirty water as though it were alien. But he made no attempt to shoo her away. He understood what her reaching out meant.

But as she spoke, he felt his eyes burn and dampen. Tears he wasn't aware he was any longer capable of crying.

"And now this is all you'll think when you think of me."

He continued to watch her still and she was agreeing to help. It was a thought alone that surprised him. He'd expected stubborn refusal. But here she was, giving him what he asked. But could he allow it? Could he honestly?

Even now, he couldn't. He couldn't have her be the one to have that on her. She wasn't Torchwood, she wasn't cut from the cloth that meant she should have to witness the harm and death of people she cared for. He wouldn't turn her into a murderer too.

"I need..." he said, stalling a little. "I need a room. A dark room, no light. A bed and some water. I need... my hair... I need to sleep."

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"That is not true," Reinette settled on the words firmly, leaving little doubt. She was still careful to modulate the level of her voice.

"It is not all I think of you nor will it ever be. And while I am not one for promises I will promise you that. If only because I already know it to be true."

Her gaze remained soft, but clear.

"Do you understand?"

Reinette continued to watch Jack then, attempting to determine if the withdrawal of his request had to do with his own decision of a belief that she was incapable of handling what he might ask. But without doubt, she knew it was a topic she could not press.

"My room, Jack. It is the only one that would not have to be readied. I am not normally in residence this time of year and everything else is --"

She broke off then, feeling herself falling into an uncharacteristic ramble.

"You will have it. May I finish here first?"