Series 1 RP for twmagdalena

[quitehomoerotic]

A rare evening alone and Jack should have known things would never go to plan. He told the team to go home, to have dinner, go to the pub, whatever it is normal people do with their evenings. But he hadn't bargained for the six Weevils that appeared in Cathays park.

He dealt with it, of course, but not before loosing a great amount of blood. Not enough to kill him straight away, but enough to kill him slowly. To wait until he got back to the empty Hub (and oh was he thankful it was empty) and die there. He sat at his desk and tried to stop the bleeding, but there was little that could be done and the next thing he knew was when he was taking a heavy breath and opening his eyes back to life.

It hadn't been a long death, half an hour, maybe. But it was a sluggish one. Took the drive and energy out of him. He sat there in his bloodied clothes, and instead of change, he just sighed. Sighed and looked out of the doors, staring into the nothingness of the empty Hub.

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[twmagdalena.livejournal.com]

"We shall."

Gwen trailed after him, watching him carefully for signs of that shakiness she'd seen earlier. He looked just exhausted, and she felt for him, truly she did, for having to go through this alone so often -- for god only knows how long.

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

Jack focused on the pastry and the hot mug in his hand. A welcome distraction from the death and from having to evaluate her reaction.

"You know these things are pretty good," he nodded in an attempt to sideline the conversation even further. Truth was if she questioned him he wasn't at all sure how he'd answer. He'd become comfortable with keeping his true nature a secret.