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twmagdalena
Jul. 24th, 2009 09:54 amA 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.
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.
Follows on from this
When Jack woke it took him a while to realise where he was, a while to catch up with the night before.
But it soon came rushing back.
The sleep, what little he'd had, had still been more than he'd had in weeks. Though it still wasn't enough to relieve the ache he felt inside. An ache that only seemed to grow when he thought about the night before.
He felt like a fool. A fool for attempting to push aside pain. Guilty for it too. Guilty for trying. Guilty too for making a fool out of himself in front of the one person who might understand.
One thing he knew though, almost immediately; he should leave. The TARDIS wasn't the place for him. Not any more. It was once, when he was a man who could die, a man who could sleep a dreamless sleep. But he wasn't that man now. And besides, the Doctor had hardly asked him to stay, had he? If he left it would remove the need for the inevitable conversation that would only leave them both feeling awkward. And besides, Jack didn't want to have to hear the Doctor asking him to leave.
So he washed and dressed (and he had to admit he was thankful for the shower), and he made his way back to the console room. His feet padding as quietly as they could along the endless corridors.
He took one last look around the room, touching a light hand against the walls as he took his coat and put it back on. He smiled at it, at the memories this place and the man who owns it hold.
And he walked to the doors to leave.
When Jack woke it took him a while to realise where he was, a while to catch up with the night before.
But it soon came rushing back.
The sleep, what little he'd had, had still been more than he'd had in weeks. Though it still wasn't enough to relieve the ache he felt inside. An ache that only seemed to grow when he thought about the night before.
He felt like a fool. A fool for attempting to push aside pain. Guilty for it too. Guilty for trying. Guilty too for making a fool out of himself in front of the one person who might understand.
One thing he knew though, almost immediately; he should leave. The TARDIS wasn't the place for him. Not any more. It was once, when he was a man who could die, a man who could sleep a dreamless sleep. But he wasn't that man now. And besides, the Doctor had hardly asked him to stay, had he? If he left it would remove the need for the inevitable conversation that would only leave them both feeling awkward. And besides, Jack didn't want to have to hear the Doctor asking him to leave.
So he washed and dressed (and he had to admit he was thankful for the shower), and he made his way back to the console room. His feet padding as quietly as they could along the endless corridors.
He took one last look around the room, touching a light hand against the walls as he took his coat and put it back on. He smiled at it, at the memories this place and the man who owns it hold.
And he walked to the doors to leave.
It had been a while since Jack ran away from the Earth.
Months; years, he wasn't sure.
He stopped caring about that sort of thing, stopped trying to keep track of it all. It seemed somehow better to allow things to blend into one. He'd hitched his way across the stars from cargo ship to cargo ship. He didn't know where he was going, just away, just far away.
It didn't work though, he realised that soon enough. Because even though he thought it was the Earth he was running from, thought it was the memories there; it wasn't. He was running from himself, and that's the one thing he can never get away from.
Jack always used to be so good at pretending, but after what happened, after all of it, he found he didn't want to any more. No, more than that, he wouldn't. Wouldn't do that to the people that died, wouldn't try to carry on like it wasn't his fault.
It was.
So after hopping from planet to planet, ship to ship, he found himself in yet another bar. Somewhere to drown his sorrows, or hide inside a glass. There was nothing left of that hero he once painted himself to be. Three days ago there had been an explosion; he'd ignored it. He hadn't wanted to be involved, hadn't wanted to even try. He thought sitting in the corner of a bar that he could hide. That nobody would care. That adventure nor nobody would never find him.
But then Jack never did account for everything.
Months; years, he wasn't sure.
He stopped caring about that sort of thing, stopped trying to keep track of it all. It seemed somehow better to allow things to blend into one. He'd hitched his way across the stars from cargo ship to cargo ship. He didn't know where he was going, just away, just far away.
It didn't work though, he realised that soon enough. Because even though he thought it was the Earth he was running from, thought it was the memories there; it wasn't. He was running from himself, and that's the one thing he can never get away from.
Jack always used to be so good at pretending, but after what happened, after all of it, he found he didn't want to any more. No, more than that, he wouldn't. Wouldn't do that to the people that died, wouldn't try to carry on like it wasn't his fault.
It was.
So after hopping from planet to planet, ship to ship, he found himself in yet another bar. Somewhere to drown his sorrows, or hide inside a glass. There was nothing left of that hero he once painted himself to be. Three days ago there had been an explosion; he'd ignored it. He hadn't wanted to be involved, hadn't wanted to even try. He thought sitting in the corner of a bar that he could hide. That nobody would care. That adventure nor nobody would never find him.
But then Jack never did account for everything.
RP for twmagdalena AU VERSE
Jun. 9th, 2009 06:30 amJack sits in his office, leaning back in his chair and a pen gently resting against his lip. It had been so many years waiting for this moment. So many years that he'd almost convinced himself that it never happened. That Gwen Cooper was merely a figment of his imagination. But then he knew she wasn't. He'd seen her name, more than once. He'd searched her out, read her arrest reports. He was content that the strands were pulling together. And he waited.
He waited until a cold and wet night in a back alley behind a car park. Until an over inquisitive PC watched something she shouldn't and until he looks up and asks "What do you think?"
She didn't give up, and he knew that, of course. Past another chance meeting in a hospital, another step in the right direction. But not yet, not just yet. She needed to make the steps, needed to get there for herself.
And she's got there now. Jack waits and attempts to settle his nerves. Nerves he never shows but they're here now. Here for this. They've been watching her, PC Cooper, as she wanders around on the Plass above. Suzie commenting on the fact she must be mad to brave the cold. Jack just smiles, saying nothing.
And then PC Cooper finds her in. So they wait and they sit and they attempt to pull a joke. Jack moves to the boardroom upstairs to busy himself, to fill the time. And she arrives. His hands in his pockets, Jack descends the stairs and makes a slow stroll back to his office. Not for one moment aknowledging the woman standing there with the pizza boxes, looking more lost than he's ever seen her.
He moves into his office. Sits at his desk, and keeps up the charade until laughter and voices spill from the Hub. Jack looks up and grins "Come on! She was gonna say, "Here's your pizza," and I was going to say, "How much?"" he stands, moves over to his doorway, standing in it, "and she says, "Oh, whatever, twenty quid," and I say, "Oh, I don't have any money." I was working on a punchline. I'd have got there. But it would've been good!"
He waited until a cold and wet night in a back alley behind a car park. Until an over inquisitive PC watched something she shouldn't and until he looks up and asks "What do you think?"
She didn't give up, and he knew that, of course. Past another chance meeting in a hospital, another step in the right direction. But not yet, not just yet. She needed to make the steps, needed to get there for herself.
And she's got there now. Jack waits and attempts to settle his nerves. Nerves he never shows but they're here now. Here for this. They've been watching her, PC Cooper, as she wanders around on the Plass above. Suzie commenting on the fact she must be mad to brave the cold. Jack just smiles, saying nothing.
And then PC Cooper finds her in. So they wait and they sit and they attempt to pull a joke. Jack moves to the boardroom upstairs to busy himself, to fill the time. And she arrives. His hands in his pockets, Jack descends the stairs and makes a slow stroll back to his office. Not for one moment aknowledging the woman standing there with the pizza boxes, looking more lost than he's ever seen her.
He moves into his office. Sits at his desk, and keeps up the charade until laughter and voices spill from the Hub. Jack looks up and grins "Come on! She was gonna say, "Here's your pizza," and I was going to say, "How much?"" he stands, moves over to his doorway, standing in it, "and she says, "Oh, whatever, twenty quid," and I say, "Oh, I don't have any money." I was working on a punchline. I'd have got there. But it would've been good!"
RP for twmagdalena
May. 13th, 2009 01:45 amHe should have been on Braxiel by now. There with his partner, enjoying some of the unlimited pleasures offered on the menu at the agency's party. But no, he's sent on a mission alone, to a backwater city in a backwater year. Cardiff, wherever that is. Some place on Earth. At least that's a bonus, he always did enjoy Earth. Such primitive and kinda naive people there. Somehow they're a bit more fun.
Twenty first century Earth, he sees, when he gets his directive. Retrieve a piece of technology that's been detected. Should be easy enough. A clean in and out job. Hopefully he can be back in time to not have missed all the fun.
So here he arrives, under a dreary sky on a back street in Cardiff in the middle of the afternoon. And with a grin, he gets to work.
Twenty first century Earth, he sees, when he gets his directive. Retrieve a piece of technology that's been detected. Should be easy enough. A clean in and out job. Hopefully he can be back in time to not have missed all the fun.
So here he arrives, under a dreary sky on a back street in Cardiff in the middle of the afternoon. And with a grin, he gets to work.
RP for mrsharker
Apr. 24th, 2009 01:52 amIt's early evening and in the half light the Bay has a comfortable quiet. Jack sent the team off to have a little social time. They've all worked so hard lately and they could do with it. He went for a walk, somewhere with a high roof and a vantage point for him to look over the city.
He's back on his way home now, taking a slow stroll down Lloyd George Avenue and back towards Butetown and the Bay. Outside the Millennium centre are couples and people milling around, all preparing for an evening of entertainment. It makes Jack smile as he seems them all, all safe in this city he loves so much.
On his way across the Plass he takes a slight de-tour to one of the poster boards, to take a look at just what these people are waiting to see. The sight before him though is not one he expects, and one he's far from prepared for.
The face is familiar, oh so familiar, and his breath gets caught in his chest, taking him a moment or two to realise he isn't breathing at all.
"It can't be," he whispers, but there's nobody there to listen.
Jack's eyes are swimming and he's glued to the spot. This can't be right, he's sure this can't be right. Just an odd co-incidence. Someone who happens to look similar. It has to be. It can't be her.
But it doesn't hurt to make sure. So instead of back to the Hub, Jack heads into the Millennium center and with the aid of the word 'Torchwood', he goes backstage.
He's back on his way home now, taking a slow stroll down Lloyd George Avenue and back towards Butetown and the Bay. Outside the Millennium centre are couples and people milling around, all preparing for an evening of entertainment. It makes Jack smile as he seems them all, all safe in this city he loves so much.
On his way across the Plass he takes a slight de-tour to one of the poster boards, to take a look at just what these people are waiting to see. The sight before him though is not one he expects, and one he's far from prepared for.
The face is familiar, oh so familiar, and his breath gets caught in his chest, taking him a moment or two to realise he isn't breathing at all.
"It can't be," he whispers, but there's nobody there to listen.
Jack's eyes are swimming and he's glued to the spot. This can't be right, he's sure this can't be right. Just an odd co-incidence. Someone who happens to look similar. It has to be. It can't be her.
But it doesn't hurt to make sure. So instead of back to the Hub, Jack heads into the Millennium center and with the aid of the word 'Torchwood', he goes backstage.
RP for damnfinecoffee
Apr. 23rd, 2009 09:17 pmJack's had time to think. To do too much thinking. His mind flipped through what he could do to make things better, but nothing seemed to be right. (The retcon idea was a particularly bad one, which thankfully he realises now).
He's spent a lot of time alone, a lot of time separate from everyone, in his office, or out in Cardiff, stood on a roof surveying the city below him. He's been reckless too. Got himself killed five times in the last few days. Keeps that quiet though. Keeps it to himself.
He doesn't know what to do for the best, what will help. It's one area he has none of the answers. It's not surprising that it takes a little prodding from Gwen, of all people, to push him back in the right direction.
Late at night then, after most of the city has gone to sleep, Jack takes the drive to Ianto's flat. He's nervous, but that's okay, that's fine. The SUV pulls up outside, and he just sits there for a while, looking at the flat and the lights behind the curtains through various windows. Steeling himself, he finally moves and heads out of the SUV and towards the door.
He rings the bell.
He's spent a lot of time alone, a lot of time separate from everyone, in his office, or out in Cardiff, stood on a roof surveying the city below him. He's been reckless too. Got himself killed five times in the last few days. Keeps that quiet though. Keeps it to himself.
He doesn't know what to do for the best, what will help. It's one area he has none of the answers. It's not surprising that it takes a little prodding from Gwen, of all people, to push him back in the right direction.
Late at night then, after most of the city has gone to sleep, Jack takes the drive to Ianto's flat. He's nervous, but that's okay, that's fine. The SUV pulls up outside, and he just sits there for a while, looking at the flat and the lights behind the curtains through various windows. Steeling himself, he finally moves and heads out of the SUV and towards the door.
He rings the bell.
RP for damnfinecoffee
Apr. 18th, 2009 10:28 pmThe morning after the night before, and nothing can ever really be the same. Nothing can be easy. Jack feels guilt, so much guilt. Guilt but not regret, and in a way that's so much worse, he just can't bring himself to regret what happened.
He took Gwen back to the hospital in the early hours and drove around a little before returning to the Hub. He's there now, in his office, the door shut, his emotional walls built up at their highest. What does he do now? Things have changed. Things will changed, and it's almost as though he wants to mourn that. Things can't go on the way they were. Irrevocably changed forever.
His mind runs with the memories of the night before. Try as he might, he can't kick them. It's not a normal morning at all. He dismisses the UNIT staff as soon as they arrive, and doesn't even leave his office to greet Ianto when he walks through the cog door. What can he say to him? How can he explain it without hurting him? He can't. He really can't.
He took Gwen back to the hospital in the early hours and drove around a little before returning to the Hub. He's there now, in his office, the door shut, his emotional walls built up at their highest. What does he do now? Things have changed. Things will changed, and it's almost as though he wants to mourn that. Things can't go on the way they were. Irrevocably changed forever.
His mind runs with the memories of the night before. Try as he might, he can't kick them. It's not a normal morning at all. He dismisses the UNIT staff as soon as they arrive, and doesn't even leave his office to greet Ianto when he walks through the cog door. What can he say to him? How can he explain it without hurting him? He can't. He really can't.
RP for loves_adventure
Apr. 13th, 2009 11:00 pmIn an open space in Cardiff docks, Captain Jack Harkness sits waiting in the SUV. There's nobody around, and he's paid off the local shipping companies who use the space. Just enough to clear the area and keep it away from prying eyes.
He's waiting, of course, for one Lady Christina De Souza. A woman who he's more than a little intrigued by and a woman that apparently comes along with her very own flying bus.
It's true enough to say he has an ulterior motive here. He saw a spark in her. A spark that reminded him of himself, and one, he thinks, that might be good for Torchwood.
He's waiting, of course, for one Lady Christina De Souza. A woman who he's more than a little intrigued by and a woman that apparently comes along with her very own flying bus.
It's true enough to say he has an ulterior motive here. He saw a spark in her. A spark that reminded him of himself, and one, he thinks, that might be good for Torchwood.
