for ambitious_woman: Time for a party

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It had been five days since Reinette woke up. She was doing much better now, her health had picked up considerably and she had more colour in her cheeks than Jack thought he'd ever seen her with.

Still, he knew, time ticked on, and the better she became the more restless too. That, and as time passed yet more and more questions were raised as to her identity. Jack could deal with them, of course, but he much preferred that he didn't have to.

Of course, he wanted to take her home. And home, of course, he meant 1752. But that was hardly that simple, and turning up to take her back there now felt cruel. Jack could be cruel, of course. He'd been cruel on many occasions. But he didn't want to be, not to her, not after everything. So he needed an alternative.

Luckily, an alternative presented itself.

So it was with an idea fully formed and a oversized set of bags in hand that he walked into Reinette's hospital room, a grin painted on his lips.

"Bonsoir," he said. "How about a trip?"

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Surrounded by so many strangers Reinette easily fell into her old, well-practiced ways. There was a cooler look in her eye, a harder tilt to her chin. Whatever concealed warmth remained was held for Jack, and Jack alone.

"It is not that different from the night we met, Jack."

That thought, however, was interrupted by the glass Jack placed in her hand. She took a sip of what was especially fine champagne before she took note of what it rested in.

Reinette's gaze narrowed.

"They are not using these glasses."

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"Better watch out for alcoves then," Jack said with a wink in her direction.

The night they'd met seemed so very far away now. So much time had passed since then with the woman he'd known both two years and yet still? A matter of weeks.

That first night, an opportune party, when Jack started to be watched because of cogs set in motion through actions he hadn't yet taken.

Jack saw Reinette's expression change and he laughed into his own glass.

"Oh yeah they are," he said, overly amused.

"You know to be honest," he said, holding his glass in his hand, and taking a good look at it, "I think they got the size just right."

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Her gaze narrowed by very specific measures.

"You are very lucky Jack," she said through clenched teeth that were only partially show. "That this is especially fine champagne and I do not wish to waste it by throwing it in your face."

There was a smile there, behind her expression. But one had to search to fine it. She imagined that Jack would be able to navigate it easily enough. But to the rest of the room she would seem quite put off.

Pointedly ignoring him, Reinette turned to examine the room they now stood in. Her wallpapers were gone. Her furniture as well. She did not think it looked near so well as before but there was still great beauty there. And familiarity.

She moved to walk the perimeter of the room.

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Jack wasn't put off by Reinette's expression or the tone in her voice; if anything he was spurred on. He continued to grin and laugh into his drink, the corners of his eyes creasing. He enjoyed that there was an expression that sat somewhere below her surface. It was like reading another language, and one Jack was quite confident he was now quite proficient in.

He supposed too that Reinette was quite proficient in readinghis language. But he found? He didn't mind. In fact, he rather enjoyed it. And that was quite the turn up for the books.

Following behind her, Jack looked up at the portraits and prints that had been hung on the wall for the occasion. In front of him hung a portrait of Marie Antoinette. Beneath it was a year 1783.

Jack immediately realised his mistake.

"Oh I've done it again," he said, touching his hand to his face.

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Reinette turned back to see precisely what Jack was commenting on, only to feel her back jostled quite sharply. She turned, only to find herself face to face with ---

Casanova.

Only, not entirely at all. His face was fainted like Jack's, only with a great deal less skill. And his mouth was an unnatural, garish red that was already somewhat smeared. She supposed his clothing what cut to call attention to particular endowments, but truly there was not a great deal there to note.

She was staring at a very poor caricature of a very dear friend.

Who was even now aware of her study of his person and misreading her intent.

"You, sir," she announced cleanly. "Are not Casanova."

The man grinned widely.

"Oh but I am!"

He seemed to fail to comprehend her meaning. His eyes crinkled with interest, and Reinette was briefly introduced to the notion that this man had imbued in more than champagne before his mouth closed over her own. She held herself perfectly still while the man attempted to further his playacting. Really, then.

When he pulled back, Reinette stared him gown her gaze unwavering.

"I assure you," there was no room for argument, and she was obviously unfazed and unimpressed with his kiss. "You are not."

For a moment he just stood there, color floding his cheeks through the make up. And then he was gone.

Reinette simply continued walking.

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Jack was caught up in himself. How could he have been so foolish? Such an obvious mistake. An 18th century party, didn't it stand to reason that would include the whole century, not just the part's she'd experienced?

What he'd tried so hard (and failed before) to keep her from, he was again thrusting right in her face. The rooms were full of paintings and writings and people talking about things that would happen both to her and her country, and he was placing her in the eye of the storm.

He turned from where he'd been and tried to find Reinette, only to spot her with an unappealing man lips locked to hers. He walked over as she left him in a way that seemed to dispatch him in no uncertain terms, and he put a hand to her shoulder.

"Getting the party started early are we?" He paused only a moment. "And by the way, we should go, I'm an idiot. We should really go."

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Reinette did not start at Jack's hand on her shoulder, merely welcomed and recognized his presence there. She held silent as she watched the other man fade back into the crowd.

Casanova would be so disappointed. On so very many levels.

Jack's words registered.

Her mouth softening into something that was hardly a readable expression at all, Reinette turned to face her friend. She considered the painting behind him. The conversation that hummed in the call. And what she had so recently discovered.

It was not that she was hiding it from him. Hardly that. But the right time had yet to present itself. That might be now. She looked up at him.

"It is all right Jack. I know."

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The scope of it all was so large that Jack could never easily pin point what she could possibly mean. He thought he'd kept the history-- her future hidden well enough. Well, aside from that rather glaring error he made in Versailles.

But it didn't for even a moment enter his mind that she may have discovered more. And so the confusion was worn all over his face.

"Know?" he asked, frowning. "What do you mean you know?" he very nearly demanded. "Know what?"

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"I know enough."

The scope of that carried many meanings. She knew enough that she understood. Enough to follow why Jack might wish for them to leave. But also enough in that she did not wish to learn more. That there was ony so much she wished to take in.

"I know Jack." Reinette signed, her gaze briefly flickering to the portrait behind them.

"It was on your television, one of the afternoons you were away." He often slipped away. To get provisions or clothes or perhaps to any other unknown reason. "I know I should have turned it off. But I could not. It was hardly thorough." Her eyes were shadowed, understanding there. "But I know."

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Jack felt like he'd been hit by a train.

He took the smallest of steps backwards, almost a stumble, and he dropped his head down and shook it before lifting it only to repeat the action again. For a long moment, he couldn't make eye contact with her; he merely looked away, his eyes settled on a blank spot on the wall.

"I'm sorry," he said finally, and finally turning his eyes towards hers. "I'm sorry." His hands moved then to his hips.

"I should have thought. I should have been more careful."

Whatever she knew. Whatever she'd learned? She didn't need to. That sort of knowledge could weigh heavily upon a person.

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"And how would you have shown more care, Jack? Put my up in the closet at the end of each day? You saved my life Jack. That is care enough."

Reinette was calculated enough then that when she took a step forward she brought her fingers up to touch one of the few expanses of skin left by his current costume. Her fingertips just brushed the top of his wrist.

"And what are you sorry for, Jack? That my country chose to tear itself apart from the inside out? That too many people died?" There was a heavy sadness in her words that neither discounted nor dwealt in them. "We are not the first."

"I mean what I said outside, Jack. She survived. She is still here, and she is still beautiful. And you allowed me to see that. Do not be sorry."

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For what seemed like a good long while, Jack was silent. Processing.

Ought he apologise more? And if he did then what good would that do? Would there really be any point? It felt like empty words at this stage. What was done was done, and even time couldn't undo that.

Again, his glance fell towards hers.

"Why didn't you say something?" he said, his voice a half whisper. But he didn't really expect an answer. He shook his head.

And right at that moment, a waiter appeared, thrust a tray between them and asked "Vol au vents?"

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There was a small shift of her head, even as the servant appeared between them. She took the small pastry in her hand, but Reinette observed how effectively it had ended their conversation.

She had no doubt it would be addressed again. But she did not think it would be now.

Reinette looked back up at Jack, taking him in. From the outside of her vision she caught sight of her unfortunate companion from mere moments before.

"Casanova would be most offended to see himself represented in such a manner."

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Jack, for a moment, remained quiet. He wondered if he should do something differently. But what? Take her back now? Take her somewhere else? What good would it do?

Luckily, her words caught his attention, and he followed her gaze to the man who had been so familiar with her such a short while ago.

"Casanova? He thinks he's Casanova?" He swung his head back towards her. For a moment, he was deep in thought. History running through his head. Venice... Paris... (a very condensed history). It dawned on him.

"Wait you know him, don't you?!"

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Reinette was not surprised to hear Jack's note of recognition. Firstly, Giac had obviously been echoed by several at the party that surrounded them. But then too was the undeniable presence the actual man held. Of course he would be remembered.

Her smile was wide, with something sly about it.

"I do know him, yes. I count him as a dear friend and like to think that he counts me one as well. We share a great many interests."

That smile grew, tilted towards Jack.

"I should introduce you sometime."

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"Oh I bet you do," Jack said with a quirk of his eyebrow. He understood Casanova was more than general history painted him as, of course. But it was that general history that had long ago intrigued him about the man.

"And yes you should," he said. "The greatest lover in history, people call him." Beat. "They obviously just haven't met me."

He turned his head, looking back at the costumed man.

"It'd be an interesting notch on the bed post." And of course, that was little more than teasing. If Jack had ever seen people in such a way (he hadn't), he certainly didn't now.

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The unspoken truth was that in the past year Casanova had gone from unexpected distraction to a very loyal friend. She understood the traits that history had seemed to chose to focus on in regards to him, but that did not make them truly what mattered.

"Giac is a great deal more than that," Reinette added, her own gaze on the portly Casanova from before. "As are you Jack. You would like each other I think."

There was another small smile.

"And he might wish you to be an interesting notch on his own."

She was teasin, of course. Which Jack would know. Her gaze narrowed again, thoughtful.

"I believe that woman over there is supposed to be me."

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"Oh I'm sure he is," Jack said, somehow making that simple phrase sound overly suggestive. "And I'm sure we would."

His gaze again turned to her. "Oh he'd need a new bedpost after I was done with him."

He let out a light laugh and then turned to look in the direction of the woman to which Reinette was referring.

He tilted his head. "Huh," he said, thoughtfully. "I think you're right." Beat. "You've got better boobs."

With a smirk, he looked back to her. "Lets go say hello," he said, and grabbed her hand, tugging her over in the woman's direction.

"Ah, Madame..."

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"Perhaps he would," she agreed with Jack in a light fashion that still held some truth. She was certain that the two men together would be quite the interesting sight to observe.

"In any case, I do know that I have not been kissed by Casanova until this evening. Giac will be quite disappointed that he missed the occasion, I think."

She was still, all the while, shrewdly studying the woman she supposed to be her. At the moment she was completely abusing her fan, and speaking an unforgivable about of gibberish with it.

Only --

"Boobs, Jack? Really?" Honestly, between him and the glasses. "I am glad your recollection of them is so firm, because I am not all that certain you will be seeing them again. Ever."

Of course, any stance she would have continued to take was ended by Jack all but dragging her across the ballroom floor. They other woman stared at their arrival, clearly waiting on something.

Was.

Did she expect Reinette to curtsy?

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"Oh don't you worry," Jack said, somewhat distracted, "I'm sure I can make it up to him."

He laughed again, and as he stepped over with her hand in his.

"Firm too," he said, deliberately twisting her words. "And really, can't a guy give a compliment these days?" He shot her a wink as he came to stand in front of the couple.

"Ahh the Marquis of Pompadour!" he said, overly amused. "A pair of Pompadours!"

The woman gave a look at Reinette, appraising. She didn't look too impressed.

Jack turned his head to the man beside the woman. He wore a military coat of the age, blue with a strange striped pattern about it.

"And who are you supposed to be?"

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Reinette wondered, them, if there would be an opportune time to hit him. It was far from her usual behavior, of course. But he was the one that taught her how to fight with pillows.

If the other woman was unimpressed, Reinette was doubly so. She continued to eye the other woman critically. She was young, younger than Reinette herself she suspected. But a heavy hand with the cosmetics made her appear twice her age.

"I really hope you are not expecting me to show deference. I once removed every single chair in a room other than my own, simply so no one could insult me by sitting. I am certainly not going to curtsy to a stranger now."

Costumed ball or not, Reinette had certain standards.

The woman's male companion laughed nervously, attempting to cover the silence.

"Jacques," he announced, reaching to shake Jack's hand. "Alchemist and friend to the Lady Pompadour. Some thing me a figment of history my I am putting in an appearance this evening to prove just how real I am."

Reinette's teeth caught her lower lip and effectively captured her smile, holding it close.

"Oh, Jack," she said softly.

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The air could be cut with a knife, and as Reinette spoke the woman seemed to bristle with annoyance. Jack was only too glad the man spoke and broke the silence that had fallen between them all.

But the words that were spoken? Oh they shook him in an entirely new way.

Mouth a little agape, Jack stared at the man as though he'd just solved the meaning of life. He stared at his hand and back to his face, and belatedly reached his own to shake. His expression stayed the same though, and he stood there agape.

"Jacques?" he asked, looking at the man and back to Reinette before back again. "... Alchemist...."

He gave the man another look over. This time, he noticed a rather large leather cuff on one wrist, almost like an archers brace.

He glanced to his own wrist.

And back to Reinette.

And again to the man.

"Yeah..." he said. "Oh yeah, you're real alright." And slowly. Eventually. He started to smile.

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Reinette really had little care for the woman nor her companion.

All of her attention was reserved for Jack. And his rather priceless reaction. Reinette could not help but smile as she took it in. This was one she would wish to recall, she was certain of it.

At first she was not certain how he would react. After all, this was the man with timelines to protect. That for a while she was certain was so ready to run he was certain not to remain for long. Six months ago she had resigned herself to never seeing him again.

But he Jack was, an undeniable part of her life. It felt right. Undeniably right. But did he feel the same? At the very moment he smiled.

Reinette brought herself close to Jack, so she was nearly pressed against his side and her breath was a single word in his ear.

A name, said in the French fashion.

His own.

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As she moved in, Jack's head tilted towards hers. And there it was, just one word, his name, spoken how she had when she'd met him. And strangely? A confirmation for something.

And he, Jack Harkness the tourist who hid behind a tree, he was a part of history once again. A myth or confusion wrapped around French history and the life of one Madame de Pompadour.

He found himself laughing.

The woman, interrupting the moment, spoke up. "And the pair of you, who have you come as?"

Jack again, laughed. And he looked to Reinette, smirking.

He whispered. "I think we've come in the wrong clothes."

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Reinette shot the younger girl a hard glance for interrupting the moment that passed between her and Jack. It was rare that the weight of his place in her history sat so well on his shoulders. Reinette wished to enjoy it.

"We are ourselves," she answered coolly. "We do not come as anyone other than that."

Her attention was already once again on Jack, Reinette's hand moving to rest on his arm. She was oddly happy. Happier than this ridiculous playacting about her should account for.

"I think, Jack, that you are right. What shall we do about it?"