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

[onlysayinghello]

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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[notquiteadoctor.livejournal.com]

Martha shook off the weirdness. "I don't think you have to worry about that," she said with a positive nod. "And since you do, too, hopefully we can get you back to it really soon."

"You'd think that your body would want to revert to its natural state and find a way to do so."

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

Resting his chin on his hand he nodded into her palm a bit, "You'd think that I'd want to do that. But there is something seriously wrong with my body chemistry. It's the... Huon or the whatever was in me to bring me back... forever that has gotten most of the rest of me... forgetting how I'm supposed to be forever."

He was just glad he hadn't died since the ordeal, really he wasn't sure he wanted to try and see if this body could die.

[notquiteadoctor.livejournal.com]

Martha chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. "Have you tried testosterone injections or some sort of steroids to try and fool it?"

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

Turning back to the monitor Jack pulled up the list of things Owen had run on him, including testosterone, steroids, immunno supressors, all sorts of uppers and downers, and a few things that Jack was pretty sure were for Owen's own research... or entertainment.

"Tried a lot of things, but my body doesn't take too kindly to much of anything. No colds, no illness... no need for any of these drugs, and I think my body knows it."

[notquiteadoctor.livejournal.com]

Martha read over the list with a frown, running her finger down it.

"Right, so no drugs." She glanced up at him. Her. "Have you gotten hurt since you've been like this? I mean, if you think it's your being forever, are you forever like this? I mean, just as indestructible?"

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

This was where he didn't want the conversation going, because the thought of that was really not what he wanted. Of course dying as a woman could be okay... but the actual reality of it all had caused him to be exceptionally careful.

"No... I mean no on the hurt thing. I've been like walking on eggshells since this happened. For the most part staying off mission too. This body isn't really good for running after Weevils, or for that matter doing much of anything," there was that pause that was to be expected, "Well it's still good for somethings."

Still Jack shook his head, "I haven't even let myself break a nail. I think I'm more worried that nothing will happen and I'll end up some disfigured woman."

[notquiteadoctor.livejournal.com]

Martha frowned. "Jack, that should have been the first thing that you checked! We can be careful about it, do nothing that would disfigure you, but we need to see, to make sure."

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

Jack rolled her eyes at Martha, "Oh sure now I'm the one not doing everything they're supposed to? I've been Owen's pin cushion for a week trying to get this fixed, and needle marks are nothing for most anyone."

Standing up and shooting Martha a look every so often he rummaged through a few of the medical instruments in the gallery where they usually had the dead bodies. He really didn't want to be the one on the table tonight that was for sure.

Grabbing a ten blade and a cloth he joined Martha back at the main station and rolled up a sleeve placing the cloth under his forearm.

"Go ahead... fillet me my dear."

[notquiteadoctor.livejournal.com]

Right. Cutting into someone awake and aware was a bit different than the few minor surgeries she had done with someone at least numb, and definitely different than cutting into a cadaver, which she had rather a lot of experience with.

Nevertheless, she took the blade firmly in her hand, steadying Jack's far too delicate looking arm. Glancing up to make sure he--she--was ready, Martha slowly drew the blade down her arm deep enough to draw blood, but not looking to sever anything important.