[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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That was exactly where he thought her train of thought was headed, right into the Death Door Station. It was fine really, the thought of having another notch to put on his proverbial bedpost was there of course, and the fact that he was dying so that he could live... that was new. Then again he really was trying not to just go out and let himself get killed just because he knew he wouldn't die.

The way he had seen things going on these days, he was pretty damn sure there was a hell of a scale out there somewhere weighing all the things he'd been doing all those years against him.

"We? Sorry sweetheart, I don't do suicide. I can do death defying and put myself in harms way, sure... but I've never offed myself on purpose. It's gonna have to be you, and I'm really sorry that it is gonna have to be you, but we do have our options at least. We are in Torchwood, and there happens to be over a thousand ways to kill a guy within these walls. You just have to pick one."

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Martha frowned a little. She'd taken an oath to do no harm, and killing him meant hurting, but if it was to heal him, then it wasn't really breaking that vow.

Still her breath was just a touch unsteady as she nodded. "What have you got that'll kill painlessly? I don't want you to have to suffer." He'd done enough of that from what she'd gathered on the Valiant, and she wasn't going to add to that track record.

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He watched her features a bit, seeing that initial worry in her brow, "Look I'm asking you to help me, but if this is too much? I'm sure Gwen would really get a kick out of having to kill me. She's actually the only other one I would trust with the task, but I think I'd prefer you be the one to do this."

Standing up those too graceful movements went over to the gallery once more, "We have a few choices this evening... Electro-Shock! for starters... or" Jack reached into a drawer and pulled out a bag that was used for holding organs, "Suffocation."

Then he reached into a pocket of his jacket, that was still far too big for the petite frame and was now slung over the railing, "Or the old standard. Gunshot."

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"I don't think I could stand to shock you or suffocate you," Martha said, following him and looking at the bag with horror. She'd sort of been hoping for a nice lethal dose of morphine or something so he could drift away high and happy, but she wasn't completely sure his body would get the jump start it needed from that to trigger anything else.

"Right, so. Gunshot is quick, at least, and effective. No prolonged suffering." She held out her hand and thought how very much the Doctor would kill her if he ever found out about this. "Head or heart?"

She managed to even sound fairly confident and upbeat about this, like she was just going to pull a splinter. He needed her, and he wanted it to be her to help, and by god she wasn't going to let him down.

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The gun still felt a bit odd in his smaller hand, but it was his favorite and he'd had it for as long as he could remember... which was a lot longer than somethings in his life. Twisting it over in his palm he moved up to where Martha was standing and handed it to her, "Ladies choice, I've had both and neither is better than the other. Of course to the head you'll have to watch. The heart? I've got clothing on. This time."

There was that time where he got shot by the jealous husband. That was really an eye opening experience for the whole group. Yes he thought group.

Stepping back he stood still trying to make sure she was okay with this, "You're sure you want to do this? You can back out. I won't hold it against you... well not in this body at least." There was that wink, and God he wished he hadn't done that.

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The wink made her blush and shake her head a little, but it at least relaxed her as she took the gun. Her fingers curled around it expertly and she tested its weight, using the time to compose herself.

When she looked back up at him, she had the blushing and the nerves mostly under control. "I'm not backing out. Heart, then, so I don't give myself a heart attack."

She lifted it, aiming, making sure it would be a clean shot that he hopefully would only feel for a second.

"Ready?"

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Jack took stance, it was a usual stance for his male self, a bit wide with feet squarely planted, and hands on hips bracing for the impact.

"Ready as I'll ever-" his words were cut off sharply as she fired the gun right into his chest. All things considered Martha had excellent aim. The blow forced the smaller frame of his female form back more than a few steps, the air taken from his lungs and the sharp pain there in an instant.

"BE!" A shaky hand went to grab for the edge of the medical table trying to steady himself, which was nearly a lost cause at the moment, "GOD that... HURT!" His hand went to his chest, feeling hopefully for the last time curves beneath his palms. The warmth of blood was there and then he was flat on his back.

In the dark. All alone. There's something out here... and Jack really didn't want to be here when it came a calling.

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Martha rushed to try and catch him, though even the lighter female form took her down with it. She didn't cry, though she felt a bit like it, as she shifted back to sitting and cradled Jack against her a bit.

How long would it take? Should she do something? He'd just woken up in her arms the last time, under her lips even, what with the resuscitation. She didn't think that would be the case this time, so she just held Jack close.

Her eyes widened as his, her, body started to change under her fingers, the curves flattening, becoming angles instead; the body filling out in different ways as the too big jacket fixed itself and righted over broad shoulders. Even knowing it had to happen, watching it do so was awe-inspiring.

She traced her fingers down the now square chin, and through the shorter hair, and waited, praying, for that next breath.

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The darkness was all consuming and it was pulling at him. It was the most dangerous time of not being alive, because it was a moment where he almost wanted to just slip away into it all. Of course there was no where to slip away to... just more darkness. Then the pain.

It was different though, and all internalized which was a thanking point for Martha, since the pain of the transformation going into it all was brutal, but this was just like his body resetting in a sense. Jack could feel it all happening around him, and if he could scream he would have, but it was just silence.

Then the spark inside. Always the same, like a match being struck on his skin and re-igniting all of his nerve endings one at a time.

Then he pulled that first breath of air quickly into his lungs, his whole body surging and realizing just how the outfit he'd been wearing didn't exactly fit him at the moment. Of course there was Martha holding him, those deep brown eyes looking into his, and he had to smile, "So tell me, all the right parts?"

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Martha breathed a deep sigh of relief and flashed him a brilliant smile when he opened his eyes.

"Well, I haven't done a thorough inspection, but it looks like you're all properly back, yeah." Then she blushed just a bit, thinking about just how that sounded, and that she was still holding him.

She shifted a little to let him sit up if he wanted, but didn't quite let go.