[for Jack] Small Worlds.

[onlysayinghello]

There had been rift activity, and with the team somewhat scattered at the moment Jack assumed it was just better if he went out there on his own. It didn't take him too long to track the signature, and even that felt like something too simple. The back of his mind held a token amount of doubt, the thought that it was too simple, which meant somehow it had to be overly complicated. Undoubtedly that was the case here.

His feet sunk into the sand unevenly as he moved across the beach, the tiny blip on his wrist no longer needing to be followed as he saw the silhouette up ahead seated along the shore. Jack lifted his hand to his brow, shielding his sight a bit from the sun, as he squinted trying to make out the figure. It was only when he got closer that he realized the word complicated had been underestimating it by a longshot.

Part of his mind couldn't wrap around it, but it was the rift, and stranger things had happened. Moving toward him he stopped in front of him, glancing down at the man whose name was too familiar to him and smiled, "You're a long way from where you expected to be aren't you."

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[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

Well there was something to be said for cutting right to the heart of the matter, and it seemed Jack wasn't looking for anything but the answers. Meeting the curious glance of the man Jack nodded, "May of two-thousand and nine."

There wasn't any point in pushing words around, or making excuses. The truth wasn't always the best option, but at the moment it was the only option he had to give.

[anightngalesang.livejournal.com]

Jack blinked and thought for a moment that he might want to sit back down. Sixty-eight years. Somehow he'd come sixty-eight years into the future. It didn't occur to him to doubt James' word. The buildings behind them were too strange, too futuristic looking, and even if they'd only spoken to each other for one evening, he'd gotten a sense from the other man that he could trust him. It was the only reason he'd taken the risk he had, in front of everyone.

But the news was still staggering. Sixty-eight years. Everyone he'd ever known was likely dead. It was a lifetime in and of itself and he'd skipped over it in seconds. He drew in a shaky breath and looked at James. "...Oh." Because, really, what else was there to say to that?

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded watching him try to come to grips with a startling fact that his world had long since passed him by. Jack knew the feeling a little too well, and wasn't sure if it was going to be any easier to hear from him or not. These things took time to adjust to, and the painful truth was that there was never going to be enough time, ever.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure there's ever going to be a way back for you." Watching him Jack worried on his bottom lip a bit before standing beside him and turning out to watch the water as well. "Cardiff changed before your eyes, and there are still too many things to explain. One day on the beach won't be enough."

[anightngalesang.livejournal.com]

"I'm not..." Jack paused, trying to think of what to say, struggling with words that didn't quite come, and then tried again. "They teach us to expect the unexpected. To be prepared in the face of enemy fire for what may come. I don't think this is what they meant, though."

He was glad for the jacket he wore, because he felt cold now, the heat from the flames receding back into something else. He should be dead, either by fire or time, and yet he was standing here displaced and dislodged. "I don't know what to do."

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

The rule was always to be prepared, that the world could turn on axis and tip the contents over, and being prepared didn't mean it would stop it from happening. Exhaling Jack placed a comforting hand to the man's shoulder. A light squeeze tried to affirm him that even without knowing what to do, he wouldn't have to figure it out on his own.

"No one would ever be prepared for something like this, and you don't have to know what to do. You just arrived, I think the important thing at the moment is to breathe and realize you're alive and you're not alone."

[anightngalesang.livejournal.com]

Jack cast him a grateful look. Already he knew that he didn't want to impose, couldn't imagine such a thing. One didn't waltz across 68 years and expect to just step into some place. The world was still tilting and upside down and twisting all around. But he was glad for the hand on his shoulder and the steadiness it lent him.

As advised, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. "Thank you."

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

Jack let his hand rest to his shoulder for another moment before it dropped down to take the other man's hand. It was for reassurance, for comfort, and so that Jack could at least have something to hold onto that was familiar.

"When you're ready, we can find you someplace to rest.. to get something to eat? Whatever you need."

[anightngalesang.livejournal.com]

The feel of their hands meeting, touching, merging, was enough to pull him out of his reverie and back to the present moment which was as confusing as it had been, but he was grateful for the contact. He tried not to cling. He wasn't a man who clung. He had his pride, and he was a leader, but this was so out of his depth that he couldn't help but be a bit off kilter.

"Somewhere quiet to rest and ... think about everything would be nice. To figure out what the hell I do now." Food wasn't really high on his priority list.

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

Nodding there was almost too much unsaid between them for him to even try to quantify at the moment. Instead he just squeezed Jack's hand a bit tighter for a moment before meeting his gaze.

"I have room to spare, you can stay with me, while we get this sorted." Jack tried to put an emphasis on the word we, to try and instill into him that he wasn't alone in this, despite how much he must feel like it. He knew what it felt like to be a man alone, trapped in time and unable to know just how he was going to survive.

It was unbearable, but Jack hoped that this would be a bit better - because he was there too.

[anightngalesang.livejournal.com]

Jack looked down at their hands, taking a deep breath, and then let his fingers settle more firmly against James's. Letting the breath out in a sigh, he dragged his gaze back up to the other man's.

"I would appreciate that." Where else would he go? Who else could he turn to, now? It was a frightening and isolating thought, and he tried to focus on being grateful James was here. It wasn't a hard feeling to come up with, all things considered. He'd hated watching him leave the night before, just when he'd put everything on the line, but he'd understood.

Now he was here, in his time, and everything had changed.

"Thank you."

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

"It's the least I can do," Jack offered. The truth would have to come eventually, but for the moment he could at least offer something stable.

His hand stayed laced to the other mans, as he shifted to face him, placing a free hand to his shoulder, "My car is just up a bit, it's just a short drive to my flat."

Honestly, Jack hadn't been to his flat in months. The Torchwood Hub serving more as a home to him than any other place, but bringing him into that - so soon, didn't feel like the right move on any level. This would give him some sense of normalcy at the very least.

[anightngalesang.livejournal.com]

Jack managed to muster a smile. It was strained and it was hard to manage, but he found some of the warmth from the night before when he looked in James' eyes, and somehow he managed the gesture.

"Lead the way, then."