[RM] Problems that need Solving... my innie should be an outtie!

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Despite having a wonderful time as the opposite sex Jack was thoroughly convinced that enough was indeed enough and he was really tired of having to sit in order to go to the bathroom. Highly inefficient was what came to mind, along with the fact that there no longer was that option to ask Owen to 'pull over' so he could relieve himself on route somewhere. No now it was a procedure, and it involved sanitation issues and indoor plumbing.

Indeed enough was finally enough for Jack, even with the visit to New York and the run in with a few that were less than strangers before that evening. Now he was pressing bitten down nails against his forehead as he scanned over more files and documents trying to sort out what he could have missed.

A full blood work up had been run. Every toxic screen they could think of to run within the confines of Torchwood had been run, and now Jack was looking at the list of naturally occurring plants and vegetation that resided in the area that he had found... and torched the Tachkrin in. Gwen had been trying to track down another plant, Owen and Tosh were both running whatever they could in house and Jack was pretty sure he just needed a new set of eyes on the matter.

Which of course reminded him that when he got back from New York he should have called Martha straight away, but for some reason his mind had wandered during the events of the party and thinking of her now was just like happenstance.

Grabbing his cell he sent her a text message,
/STILL UP TO SOLVE MY PROBLEM DROP BY SOON - HARKNESS/

Leaning back in his chair he wished it would hang back further but the slender frame didn't have the same body weight to it, so it just felt pointless. So instead he let his feet slip out of the shoes Gwen loaned him and pressed bare feet against the ledge of his desk trying to force the lean back a bit further. Although the sight of his slender legs was going to be a distraction of a different kind for a while as he contemplated shaving them again while he waited for Martha to either show up, or call for a pick up... or call to cancel.

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Jack laughed a bit because it sort of tickled feeling his internal organs stitching themselves up on their own but mostly because of how Martha had worded her question, "So what this is me offering you a job in a highly classified organization that fights aliens, risking life and limb and pretty much guaranteeing that you'll never have the same life again.. because I feel sorry for you?"

Glancing to her as best he could while still laying still he smiled, "Martha if I felt sorry for you I would be spending this topless time with you a bit differently. For starters your hands wouldn't be removing internal organs from my body they'd be-"

The playful swat from Martha stopped his sentence in the middle of the innocent flirtation, "Alright! Honestly Martha... I think- no, I know I need you here. We've seen things... things that didn't really happen and if anyone is going to stand by my side and tell me to shut up? I'd rather it be you. They don't know me anymore, I feel like I've had a whole year without them around and now... now it's just different."

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Martha stepped back, watching him with serious eyes. Different, she knew. Different was spending every day at the hospital, listening to all of them chatter, even making up stories to explain going to the moon, never touching on anything remotely resembling the past year. Different was having Leo stare at all of them, not comprehending the way Tish had changed, that Mum and Dad were back together, listening to them always asking her about the Doctor.

Different was a phone call she made, and another one she didn't and how they never connected, and she never let herself hear either voice, not really, because it was all too tied up in too many things she couldn't dwell on for too long.

And Jack was part of that and yet his own, too. His own suffering for that year, and yet he seemed to have come through. She wondered about the scars he had and if they ran as deep as the ones she'd acquired and if anyone who hadn't lived that year, hadn't seen the Earth nearly decimated, hadn't seen the end of the universe could really, truly, understand.

Nodding, she took a breath, then said, simply, "All right."