[A Better Announcement] It Has to Be Done
Jun. 10th, 2008 03:52 pm
[This is in response to this]
Apparently My Lady has opted to throw a party for all the females of... the WORLD, and has excluded men from this event. Clearly the last thing women in their underwear want is our presence. What were we thinking. So I'll be hosting a party to counter that one. Guys only. Same date. June 15th. Drop the hens off there and come have a smoke or drink and deal a round of cards.
[ooc: clarification. I said Jack wasn't allowed to start any new threads until he'd finished the old ones. He argued how can it be his month if he's not allowed to play? I narrowed my gaze. He smiled. Well... I'm sure you all know how well that went. Anyway this'll be entertaining to see how I can manage running this and attending Reinette's as well as any.. potential... chaos. Also verse specific for my own brain? I'm making this CT-verse Jack just so it's easier for me to balance that while Reinette is having her party he's having his as fair play. Trust me guys night in any other verse would not be an open party. It'd be either him and Adam, or him and the Doctor. This makes it more... open? Sure! But even still please bring whoever you want, Jack claims he'll be as flexible as ever!]
ETA:[moar ooc: I swear. the only ONLY reason I said it was CT Jack cause it was funnier in my head for him to counter his "girlfriends" party with his own. Like fair play. That said? It's still a very much open verse. Even within this post's comments he's being very much a "keeping all verses in mind" and I don't want someone to worry about "which verse" they fit into. The notation was mostly for my own brain as far as future potential for CT prompts. Jack says "IF YOU BRING THEM I WILL..." and I go DO NOT finish that sentence. This extra OOC is all
Maybe people have noticed, or maybe it's more apparent to myself, but Jack has started to sort of slip away from me. I blame the last season of Torchwood. There was so much happening to him and around him, and it was hard to put it together with the "Year that Never Was" and getting it to mesh into the actual worlds I wanted to put Jack in that it eventually created a very sullen and moody Jack. He's still upset over the events of the finale. Hell I'm still upset over that.
( However that being said? I have decided that June? Is Jack's month. )
( However that being said? I have decided that June? Is Jack's month. )
[TM] 232 - Unkind.
May. 29th, 2008 04:21 pmA series of hand signals. A plan in the works for almost a year. A woman, tirelessly crossing the world to spread a single word. All of it adding into one single moment that even Jack thought he'd never see the likes of again. Of all the things he's seen, through the lives he'd lived and taken and lost... he was positive this was a moment that would forever last with him.
Though truthfully to watch it all as some sort of spectacle he expected something far different. He wanted to see the Doctor make the choice no one else felt they had the right to. He wanted the man that had killed part of the population to at least be apologetic for his wrongs, to see that he was wrong. He wanted the man that had chosen a fate for the rest of the world and placed his ideals into them to be shown that it wasn't the way. He wanted the man that had kept him in chains for a year killing and rekilling him over and over again to suffer the way he felt he had. The thousand lives he'd lived over a year never even scratching the surface of just how angry this all made him.
Jack wanted a vengeful Doctor. He wanted that man that he often disagreed with the choices of to finally make the one that was right. Jack wanted to see the suffering of humanity soothed with the retribution of a single choice. It would've been fair. It would've been just.
Instead though the unkind act is repaid upon the one man who didn't do any of that at all. He didn't seek revenge on the acts of the man before him. He instead forgave. He gave a second chance, only to watch the last connection he had to a world he'd lost fade away by choice. It was the most unfair part of the entire event, because Jack knew that he could've acted differently. He could've seen the man the way the rest of them did, as a representation of the year they'd all suffered through. He could've been forceful and no one would've faulted him for it.
Instead he forgave. Instead he set a precedent and left the one thing that Jack has kept with him all this time now. It wasn't the sight of the Doctor lifted into the lights of hope and faith... it was the thought that even the Master deserved forgiveness. It wasn't that a single word could change the fate of a world, it was that an offer of forgiveness... after everything... could be so unwanted.
It would've been fit to make him suffer, to put upon him the same fate that Jack had been sent to, and Jack wouldn't had any issue with that at all. Now though he knows that he also has no issue with the forgiveness, because in that moment the Doctor lost more than Jack had with all the deaths he was forced to live through.
Though truthfully to watch it all as some sort of spectacle he expected something far different. He wanted to see the Doctor make the choice no one else felt they had the right to. He wanted the man that had killed part of the population to at least be apologetic for his wrongs, to see that he was wrong. He wanted the man that had chosen a fate for the rest of the world and placed his ideals into them to be shown that it wasn't the way. He wanted the man that had kept him in chains for a year killing and rekilling him over and over again to suffer the way he felt he had. The thousand lives he'd lived over a year never even scratching the surface of just how angry this all made him.
Jack wanted a vengeful Doctor. He wanted that man that he often disagreed with the choices of to finally make the one that was right. Jack wanted to see the suffering of humanity soothed with the retribution of a single choice. It would've been fair. It would've been just.
Instead though the unkind act is repaid upon the one man who didn't do any of that at all. He didn't seek revenge on the acts of the man before him. He instead forgave. He gave a second chance, only to watch the last connection he had to a world he'd lost fade away by choice. It was the most unfair part of the entire event, because Jack knew that he could've acted differently. He could've seen the man the way the rest of them did, as a representation of the year they'd all suffered through. He could've been forceful and no one would've faulted him for it.
Instead he forgave. Instead he set a precedent and left the one thing that Jack has kept with him all this time now. It wasn't the sight of the Doctor lifted into the lights of hope and faith... it was the thought that even the Master deserved forgiveness. It wasn't that a single word could change the fate of a world, it was that an offer of forgiveness... after everything... could be so unwanted.
It would've been fit to make him suffer, to put upon him the same fate that Jack had been sent to, and Jack wouldn't had any issue with that at all. Now though he knows that he also has no issue with the forgiveness, because in that moment the Doctor lost more than Jack had with all the deaths he was forced to live through.
[MtM] 05.08 - The Slightest Clue
May. 28th, 2008 06:29 pmEnter beautiful girl
But things are not what they seem
As we stand at the edge of the world
"Excuse me, sir,
But I have plans to die tonight
Oh, and you are directly in my way
And I bet you're gonna say it's not right"
My reply:
"Excuse me, miss
But do you have the slightest clue
Of exactly what you just said to me
And exactly who you're talking to?"
Seeing her on the screen didn't change anything. The woman who stood on the edge of the square and watched the people heading off to their lives only to at some point finish her coffee and head into the crowd where she honestly did seem to just vanish. The feeds did nothing to help him, and all he could do was stare agape at them when Toshiko finally ran the program and picked her out of history itself.
But she had died.
History had written it, and history had left her name emblazoned on it so that so many would know who she was, and what she'd done. History being so important, being so true and honest he had to actually stop to wonder how she'd done it. There was a slight doubt that it was really her, but honestly he'd seen so many things in the past year that for all he knew the Rift had opened and dropped history on his front steps.
Parts of his mind flickered to life, casting faded images upon his memories of things he thought were too surreal to actually be real. Phrases that clearly were of his own saying, but from times he never recalled ever actually being.
-- "This is never easy... it's a risk, and while I do adore taking the big ones with you... this isn't the same as hopping through time. This is rewriting it..." --
His fingers gripped to the edge of the monitor and his silent gesture begged for Tosh to run the feed back. The woman appeared and moved backward through the crowd, steam being pulled in from the air to the contents of her cup and then it would stop rewinding to jump for a moment and be played again.
"It's her? You're sure?"
"Well not really... but I mean does explain the painting we found Jack."
That was the other thing. The other thing he really couldn't explain. It wasn't ever easy to not explain what he was, or who he had been but his image showing up in a painting from a time when he was positive he'd never been to? That was near impossible.
Then again he was an impossible thing.
"I told you I don't even know what that is."
-- "Ladies... ladies... honestly I could give your artist here something far more interesting to paint if you'd allow me the freedom."
"Truly Jack, this shall be fine enough. Just please sit with us." --
Shaking his head he ran his hand over his features for a moment, trying to focus on the image as it played back for him once more. The hand that ran over his nose and mouth moved to his forehead and then into his hair feeling it against his palm. None of it made sense, and the flashes of a life he'd never lived came more frequently, and he was actually starting to grow fearful that all of the traveling through time had ripped a hole in his timeline. That he was now seeping through all his years and his mind was soon going to be just one big ball of twine with all the events of his life tumbling atop the others.
"Run it back again."
"Jack..."
"Run it back again."
It couldn't be her, not here... because he knew that she had died.
Not even the Doctor could've changed that, nor would he have... but part of Jack felt responsible for whatever this was. The memories he had that didn't seem to belong to him, felt like the earmarkings of a book that he'd forgotten he'd read.
Time was something he'd almost taken for granted having so much of it, that the time he lost... the years he knew were taken... it bothered him to believe there might be more out there he was unaware of.
There isn't a doubt in his mind that this is going to be horrific. The weight of the dirt keeps piling onto his chest heavier and heavier and each shovelful brings up the question again. Is this the breath I take? Is this the big gulp I need?
He doesn't need it, but the question is all the same. Even when he's drowning. When the water is flooding up against his sides and the space between the water line and his mouth is shrinking, the question pushes to the front of his mind. Is this the last breath to take before the flood? Do I hold it in now? Alive for so many years and he still can't remember that it doesn't matter what he does, it never really will because he'll just survive it again.
It doesn't change the fact that he knows this is going to be the worst of them all. The earthy smell floods his nostrils, the dull walls of the grave will just commit him to darkness eventually.
The final breath comes too quick for his liking. The dirt already weighing against his throat and chest, pressing with all that it has in it to leave him no room to take in the air he really believes he needs. It shifts despite him trying to stay still, spilling against his chin and mouth and against his nostrils once more. Shutting his eyes comes next and then the darkness.
It would be easier if this was the Darkness coming for him, but he knows all too well that sort of name isn't fitted for a shallow grave. This is just time passing for now.
It takes him twenty revivals to finally get his body to slow. He thought the panic would be easier to overcome, but after a year in chains, he's not fond of his body being unable to move. That weight of earth upon him though makes it impossible to move. The feeling of insects burrowing alongside of him expecting the rotted flesh, and the decay of clothing only to find him still living tissue no doubt is a disappointment.
He's disappointed too.
Each time he awakens the need to take in air comes and is stifled because he knows opening his mouth will simply flood it with more dirt. Each time he comes back he's forced back into stillness. His heart rate so slow that truly it's any wonder he can still hear it echo in his ears. His lungs barely able to expand to pull in the lack of air, now sit weakened by lack of use and no longer hold anything of worth at all. The thoughts he has are few and far between all of his mental capacities focused on simply not trying to live that he's pretty sure that if he makes it out of here, if John actually comes through, that he won't have to be heavily medicated just to cope with the presence of others around him.
Madness might set in, but the lack of oxygen to his brain is a bigger battle. Keeping that alive, keeping that the way it's meant to be seems nearly impossible. But he manages it because each time he's dragged back from death over shards of sharp glass and the broken bodies of those he never could have saved, he remembers not to open his mouth. He remembers what he has to do should he get out, and he remembers their faces.
Still he knows that time is passing out there without him once more, and despite knowing all the things he would've loved to see... he knows that at least this time he can't mess anything up.
He doesn't need it, but the question is all the same. Even when he's drowning. When the water is flooding up against his sides and the space between the water line and his mouth is shrinking, the question pushes to the front of his mind. Is this the last breath to take before the flood? Do I hold it in now? Alive for so many years and he still can't remember that it doesn't matter what he does, it never really will because he'll just survive it again.
It doesn't change the fact that he knows this is going to be the worst of them all. The earthy smell floods his nostrils, the dull walls of the grave will just commit him to darkness eventually.
The final breath comes too quick for his liking. The dirt already weighing against his throat and chest, pressing with all that it has in it to leave him no room to take in the air he really believes he needs. It shifts despite him trying to stay still, spilling against his chin and mouth and against his nostrils once more. Shutting his eyes comes next and then the darkness.
It would be easier if this was the Darkness coming for him, but he knows all too well that sort of name isn't fitted for a shallow grave. This is just time passing for now.
It takes him twenty revivals to finally get his body to slow. He thought the panic would be easier to overcome, but after a year in chains, he's not fond of his body being unable to move. That weight of earth upon him though makes it impossible to move. The feeling of insects burrowing alongside of him expecting the rotted flesh, and the decay of clothing only to find him still living tissue no doubt is a disappointment.
He's disappointed too.
Each time he awakens the need to take in air comes and is stifled because he knows opening his mouth will simply flood it with more dirt. Each time he comes back he's forced back into stillness. His heart rate so slow that truly it's any wonder he can still hear it echo in his ears. His lungs barely able to expand to pull in the lack of air, now sit weakened by lack of use and no longer hold anything of worth at all. The thoughts he has are few and far between all of his mental capacities focused on simply not trying to live that he's pretty sure that if he makes it out of here, if John actually comes through, that he won't have to be heavily medicated just to cope with the presence of others around him.
Madness might set in, but the lack of oxygen to his brain is a bigger battle. Keeping that alive, keeping that the way it's meant to be seems nearly impossible. But he manages it because each time he's dragged back from death over shards of sharp glass and the broken bodies of those he never could have saved, he remembers not to open his mouth. He remembers what he has to do should he get out, and he remembers their faces.
Still he knows that time is passing out there without him once more, and despite knowing all the things he would've loved to see... he knows that at least this time he can't mess anything up.
[MYL] 24.2 - Repeat as Needed.
May. 19th, 2008 05:04 pm+ Hello...
+ Well Hello there...
+ Doctor.
+ Doctor?
+ Doctor!
+ This is fantastic coffee Ianto.
+ You start counting.
+ I did not cheat.
+ Do we have the CCTV Feed yet?
+ Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood.
+ This does give me the authority.
+ Because no one else will.
+ I forgive you.
+ I'm sorry.
+ There's nothing else we can do.
+ Think anyone saw that?
+ Been there.
+ Done that.
+ Well Hello there...
+ Doctor.
+ Doctor?
+ Doctor!
+ This is fantastic coffee Ianto.
+ You start counting.
+ I did not cheat.
+ Do we have the CCTV Feed yet?
+ Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood.
+ This does give me the authority.
+ Because no one else will.
+ I forgive you.
+ I'm sorry.
+ There's nothing else we can do.
+ Think anyone saw that?
+ Been there.
+ Done that.
[fiction] Jack Involved
May. 11th, 2008 05:41 pmWhen I created the small dinky planet of Haalis and their line of Gimbus drinks it was for one fiction piece. ONE excuse to get the Doctor and Jack into the shower together when the Doctor was drunk. Since that point it has become an ongoing point of reference for my personal amusement in trying to come up with all 72 of them, plus the negative series. Why I had Jack say there were 72? I have no clue. However in doing so I've created some rather humorous plot points and little tie-ins that I just simply love.
Recently I watched Doctor Who 406, and in true Christina Fashion apparently added another DW character to my already many. In my personal LJ I made the following statement:
Doctor Who Companions Collect the Whole Set [mickey sold seperately]
Because I do have a Rose, Jack, Donna (I have an inner Martha that has yet to give me a proper journal name) and now I have a Jenny.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
love_therunning
Now you can see the issue is that I have Jack. Jack says Hello and Jenny goes "Hi!" She's very enthusiastic this one.
So I expressed the concern to my fellow Who-Fan and there was adamant NO coming from their Doctor. Well a bit of JACK NO! paired with maybe a OMFG-NO! HAA.
So I had to do it anyway. Enter.. Haalis. Where everybody knows your name.
Jenny - Meets Jack - On Haalis - with Gimbus
Recently I watched Doctor Who 406, and in true Christina Fashion apparently added another DW character to my already many. In my personal LJ I made the following statement:
Doctor Who Companions Collect the Whole Set [mickey sold seperately]
Because I do have a Rose, Jack, Donna (I have an inner Martha that has yet to give me a proper journal name) and now I have a Jenny.
love_therunningNow you can see the issue is that I have Jack. Jack says Hello and Jenny goes "Hi!" She's very enthusiastic this one.
So I expressed the concern to my fellow Who-Fan and there was adamant NO coming from their Doctor. Well a bit of JACK NO! paired with maybe a OMFG-NO! HAA.
So I had to do it anyway. Enter.. Haalis. Where everybody knows your name.
Jenny - Meets Jack - On Haalis - with Gimbus
Things that I love about Adam
- He let me save him.
- He turned a random visit to New York to see a parade into so much more
- He trusts me
- He allows me to love him the only way I know how
- His smile, it's not just the slight wicked curve it has to it either, though I do appreciate that. It's more how when it's barely there I can still see it in his eyes.
- His eyes. I thought mine were nice? His I can't help but meet whenever I see him.
- The almost embarrassed flush he gets when I catch him playing with the cat
- I know it's difficult for him to see things the way I do, and he is patient with me when it comes to those times. We have open discussion and I forgive him regardless of what it is, and he lets me forgive him. Which in of itself I know is hard for others to understand.
- He understands what I do.
- I'll never have to watch him grow old and die.
- He has a lot going on, and I know that, but he forgives me when I don't take the time to remember.
- He's younger than me. Which until earlier this year wasn't true, which is why I have to mention it now. Because pushing 2200 and he's still with me.
- He actually knows about me, and my past and the things I've had to do and doesn't judge.
- He's remarkable in countless ways that I wish I had the words to list.
- I don't have to guard myself around him.
- We can actually share stories and pull similarities in each others pasts.
- When the day has felt like 2000 years coming home to him is the only thing on my mind.
- He knows what it feels like to lose a sibling and doesn't fault me for my mistakes with my brother
- Loss and love shouldn't go hand in hand, but for the both of us it does
- He's beautiful, both in body and in his heart even if he doesn't see it the way I do
- He goes toe to toe with me on the sarcastic banter and it's one hell of a turn on
- He makes me forget.
- He makes me want to remember.
- He loves me and I know it's not the easiest thing to do, but I appreciate him for staying.
- He let me save him.
- He turned a random visit to New York to see a parade into so much more
- He trusts me
- He allows me to love him the only way I know how
- His smile, it's not just the slight wicked curve it has to it either, though I do appreciate that. It's more how when it's barely there I can still see it in his eyes.
- His eyes. I thought mine were nice? His I can't help but meet whenever I see him.
- The almost embarrassed flush he gets when I catch him playing with the cat
- I know it's difficult for him to see things the way I do, and he is patient with me when it comes to those times. We have open discussion and I forgive him regardless of what it is, and he lets me forgive him. Which in of itself I know is hard for others to understand.
- He understands what I do.
- I'll never have to watch him grow old and die.
- He has a lot going on, and I know that, but he forgives me when I don't take the time to remember.
- He's younger than me. Which until earlier this year wasn't true, which is why I have to mention it now. Because pushing 2200 and he's still with me.
- He actually knows about me, and my past and the things I've had to do and doesn't judge.
- He's remarkable in countless ways that I wish I had the words to list.
- I don't have to guard myself around him.
- We can actually share stories and pull similarities in each others pasts.
- When the day has felt like 2000 years coming home to him is the only thing on my mind.
- He knows what it feels like to lose a sibling and doesn't fault me for my mistakes with my brother
- Loss and love shouldn't go hand in hand, but for the both of us it does
- He's beautiful, both in body and in his heart even if he doesn't see it the way I do
- He goes toe to toe with me on the sarcastic banter and it's one hell of a turn on
- He makes me forget.
- He makes me want to remember.
- He loves me and I know it's not the easiest thing to do, but I appreciate him for staying.
Things that I adore and love about Reinette
- Her smile. I swear she could smile all day and while it might make her cheeks hurt by the end of the day but I'd never tire of it.
- The way she saved me. I mean I do understand that I can't die, but really it's different when someone actually makes you want to live again.
- She inspires me.
- She's given me more than just two years back.
- Her laughter.
- Her selflessness.
- Her compassion.
- Her passion, if I could have just a tenth of the passion she has
- She's intelligent
- She tests me but not in a way that I feel challenged.
- She sees right through most of my charm to the real me.
- She's not afraid of the man I've had to become
- She's not afraid to tell me when I'm wrong.
- She's not afraid.
- She kept the truth from me thinking it was the right thing to do.
- She told me the truth when she knew I never stopped looking for her in some way.
- She found me.
- She loves without limits and lets me know it's okay for me to do the same
- She's supportive
- She's relentless, which yes is a very good thing.
- She manages to show this sort of controlled reckless abandon that even I have yet to figure out.
- She's fantastic in bed, though I doubt anyone would expect differently.
- She'll never let herself down.
[verse: couples therapy - paired with Reinette where Jack regains the missing two years he spent with Reinette]
- Her smile. I swear she could smile all day and while it might make her cheeks hurt by the end of the day but I'd never tire of it.
- The way she saved me. I mean I do understand that I can't die, but really it's different when someone actually makes you want to live again.
- She inspires me.
- She's given me more than just two years back.
- Her laughter.
- Her selflessness.
- Her compassion.
- Her passion, if I could have just a tenth of the passion she has
- She's intelligent
- She tests me but not in a way that I feel challenged.
- She sees right through most of my charm to the real me.
- She's not afraid of the man I've had to become
- She's not afraid to tell me when I'm wrong.
- She's not afraid.
- She kept the truth from me thinking it was the right thing to do.
- She told me the truth when she knew I never stopped looking for her in some way.
- She found me.
- She loves without limits and lets me know it's okay for me to do the same
- She's supportive
- She's relentless, which yes is a very good thing.
- She manages to show this sort of controlled reckless abandon that even I have yet to figure out.
- She's fantastic in bed, though I doubt anyone would expect differently.
- She'll never let herself down.
[verse: couples therapy - paired with Reinette where Jack regains the missing two years he spent with Reinette]
[MYL] 021 - Websites
Apr. 30th, 2008 10:13 pm- http://onlysayinghello.livejournal.com/friends
- http://rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com/
- http://youtube.com
- http://takezo-kensei.livejournal.com/
- http://activatingevolution.org/
- http://[*****SITE*BLOCKED*COURTESY*OF*TW******].tw.uk
- http://www.redcross.org/museum/exhibits/ww2/scrapbook/scrapbook.html
- http://www.visitwales.com/
- http://www.nationalgeographic.com/coffee/
- http://barefoot.provocateuse.com/
- http://spectacle.provocateuse.com/
- http://wetmen.provocateuse.com/
- http://handson.provocateuse.com/
- http://www.mostbeautifulman.com/picoftheday/
- http://rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com/
- http://youtube.com
- http://takezo-kensei.livejournal.com/
- http://activatingevolution.org/
- http://[*****SITE*BLOCKED*COURTESY*OF*TW******].tw.uk
- http://www.redcross.org/museum/exhibits/ww2/scrapbook/scrapbook.html
- http://www.visitwales.com/
- http://www.nationalgeographic.com/coffee/
- http://barefoot.provocateuse.com/
- http://spectacle.provocateuse.com/
- http://wetmen.provocateuse.com/
- http://handson.provocateuse.com/
- http://www.mostbeautifulman.com/picoftheday/
[open - journal] From Reinette
Apr. 29th, 2008 11:51 pm[I'm going to describe myself in 6 words. Please respond to this message with your own 6 word description of me. Then post this in your own LJ and see if people can describe you in ONLY 6 words.]
Greetings of Hello mean much more.
Greetings of Hello mean much more.
[MtM] 04.08 - Memories
Apr. 28th, 2008 10:42 pmThe facts of life and death remain the same. We live and die, we love and grieve, we breed and disappear. And between these essential gravities, we search for meaning, save our memories, leave a record for those who will remember us. - Thomas Lynch - Bodies In Motion And At Rest |
Staring into her eyes he's not sure what to believe anymore. He's seen more than a thousand things that could make any man in their right mind question that judgement entirely, but this... for some reason leaves him questioning everything he's ever done. He wants to believe, to trust in the words she says and the way her features fell just barely as she pulled back from the kiss. The kiss... he wanted to laugh it off. To say that he'd been kissed by so many that it was beginning to feel like one long gracing of his mouth upon others. But he couldn't. He couldn't even laugh it off to give her some ease to her mind, because he knew her.
He knew the woman standing there with features so fair and familiar, and he knew her in such a way that he'd almost forgotten how much it hurt to remember. Death was steady. Death was something he knew, and each time he made his way back from the darkness he found another piece of light within him he'd never even realized. If he even put it to his mind he'd have realized just what his body had been doing over the years.
Two years lost.
Two years trying to be healed.
The slowest way possible it seemed, since his body knew what it was supposed to hold within it's core, it knew the basic structure. But he knew as sure as other things that if nanites could get it wrong... the body of a Time Agent was so tangled up into the slipstream that it might not know right from wrong. Truth from the lie.
But he knew her. The blue of her eyes, and the heart shape to her mouth as she knelt beside him watching his features for some sign that he believed her. Perhaps him knowing her wasn't as far of a feat as the way she seemed to know him. The truth was there after all, if he just looked close enough. It was in the way she nearly sighed when he smirked at her a moment before kissing her. She knew him... and not the way most thought they did. The way she knew him... went beyond just two years. Two years that the Agency could pin down sure, two years that they could track from a start and end date.
If he hadn't been the type to have seen the things he'd seen... surely this would've been a lie.
Instead, looking back into her eyes and moving up to brush his hand against her cheek he saw the hesitation in her, the way she resisted leaning into that touch. She fought it, because maybe she worried that he'd forget all over again.
Still he fought it because he still wasn't whole, and what sort of man would he be... to have forgotten her. With a deep furrow of his brow he closed that distance relighting up a memory he'd felt the edges a thousand times but never fully grasped until he could feel the softness of curls beneath his palm and the confident press of her mouth to his.
"My Lady," were the words that fit to the moment, feeling more right than his usual candor. "I'm so glad you remembered me."
[TM] 228 - Again.
Apr. 28th, 2008 05:24 pmHis hand is gripping to the pipe, nearly a foot over his head. Palm pressing hard against the small button that was supposed to be keeping the release valve open nearly three blocks down the hallway. The cramping in his arm wasn't so bad really, he'd figured that if he was going to get a cramp from this it might as well be from holding something hard in his hand for an hour.
It was also a far cry from being hung up by chains. That was getting old.
His other hand shifted into his line of sight, wrist twisting around so that he could check the time. "Come on!!" Jack shouted down the long span of hallway hearing his voice echo against itself and finally fading into nothing. Shaking his head he checked in on his comms, "Ianto... do we even know if this is gonna happen?"
"It's on record of occurring at least three other times. I'd like to guess that the answer would be yes."
Jack growled at the reply nearly beneath his breath. He was frustrated, and he was tired of this sort of thing being 'his role' on the team. Oh he understood the why of it, and really it usually made perfect sense. It just didn't mean he actually had to like it. In fact of all the things he could be doing at almost two thirty in the morning, really... this was not it.
"Jack? You okay down there Jack?"
Gwen's tone cut in briefly and he nodded as if maybe his head rattling could pass through the comms and ease her mind, "Just peachy Gwen. Things still clear up there?" Gwen had been sent to the bridge over the damn, and he was hoping that she was still a good safe distance away from anything.. should anything happen.
"Rift activity in two... one... it's opening now."
"Finally," Jack intoned as he heard Toshiko coming in from the Hub. Jack let go of the release and sure enough the ground started to shake above him. Silt from between the crevices shifted down into his hair, his hand instantly going to shake it free. "Anything up there?"
"Negative Jack. It's clear here."
Jack shook his head. It was just another hoax. The rift was opening every so often sure... taking people maybe, leaving things behind perhaps... but sometimes it just opened and that was that. This was probably that. "Gwen?"
Jack waited for the reply but heard nothing. His steps paused and he heard her name repeated by Owen, in his ear. "Jack... I'm going to her."
"Dammit!" Jack cursed himself as he started to head toward the opening in the tunnels, but there was something else coming. Quickly too and he wasn't even sure if he was hearing it right. The low hiss of air... maybe a push... or a slosh of sound.
Before he could even turn around to look he knew what it was, the flood gates were being opened and the spill over was flooding through the tunnels. Which was exactly why he was the one down there.
That whole.. just in case factor. Shaking his head he stopped running, "Guys... give me a minute. Ianto you head to Owen, Toshiko? Track where this tunnel I'm in lets out... just in case."
"Got it Jack."
But by then the water had already taken out his comms and flooded into his lungs. He took in deep gulps of it. Trying not to fight it. Trying not to make it to the surface to breathe it in. Die now and take the ride, or fight and struggle for however many minutes. It was never a choice he liked, never a choice he even wanted to even think of, but if was his choice to make.
His body carried with the water, lifeless and limp until it slammed into the metal grating near the over flow lake that wasn't too far from the dam. His coat waterlogged and his lungs coughing up fluid that he really didn't want to taste in the morning he reached up to grab a hold of the lever to let himself out.
His team still had a good fifteen minutes before -
"What just happened?" Jack asked, his arm once more raised above his head, cramping up... holding that release valve. Which well... did nothing. He knew that now... now because... it...
"Status?" His comm was working again... and he was dry?
"Sorry Jack? We just had rift activity? I- I don't know what else I should monitor."
"Where's Gwen?!"
"Here Jack. Nothing's gone on here though."
"Okay... uh..." Glancing to his watch he noted the time... almost fifteen 'til three in the morning. Same time. Letting go of the valve release he flipped open his wrist strap and compared the times. "Three-oh-two..." the words breathed just below his breath.
"Time loop," he relayed to his team. "We've got five minutes, I'm coming to where you're at Gwen." Dropping the open line he shrugged it off. He hated time loops, and he hated the Rift even more because of them. But if it gave him a second chance... one that actually meant he could fix something, he'd take all the repeating three am's he could have.
It was also a far cry from being hung up by chains. That was getting old.
His other hand shifted into his line of sight, wrist twisting around so that he could check the time. "Come on!!" Jack shouted down the long span of hallway hearing his voice echo against itself and finally fading into nothing. Shaking his head he checked in on his comms, "Ianto... do we even know if this is gonna happen?"
"It's on record of occurring at least three other times. I'd like to guess that the answer would be yes."
Jack growled at the reply nearly beneath his breath. He was frustrated, and he was tired of this sort of thing being 'his role' on the team. Oh he understood the why of it, and really it usually made perfect sense. It just didn't mean he actually had to like it. In fact of all the things he could be doing at almost two thirty in the morning, really... this was not it.
"Jack? You okay down there Jack?"
Gwen's tone cut in briefly and he nodded as if maybe his head rattling could pass through the comms and ease her mind, "Just peachy Gwen. Things still clear up there?" Gwen had been sent to the bridge over the damn, and he was hoping that she was still a good safe distance away from anything.. should anything happen.
"Rift activity in two... one... it's opening now."
"Finally," Jack intoned as he heard Toshiko coming in from the Hub. Jack let go of the release and sure enough the ground started to shake above him. Silt from between the crevices shifted down into his hair, his hand instantly going to shake it free. "Anything up there?"
"Negative Jack. It's clear here."
Jack shook his head. It was just another hoax. The rift was opening every so often sure... taking people maybe, leaving things behind perhaps... but sometimes it just opened and that was that. This was probably that. "Gwen?"
Jack waited for the reply but heard nothing. His steps paused and he heard her name repeated by Owen, in his ear. "Jack... I'm going to her."
"Dammit!" Jack cursed himself as he started to head toward the opening in the tunnels, but there was something else coming. Quickly too and he wasn't even sure if he was hearing it right. The low hiss of air... maybe a push... or a slosh of sound.
Before he could even turn around to look he knew what it was, the flood gates were being opened and the spill over was flooding through the tunnels. Which was exactly why he was the one down there.
That whole.. just in case factor. Shaking his head he stopped running, "Guys... give me a minute. Ianto you head to Owen, Toshiko? Track where this tunnel I'm in lets out... just in case."
"Got it Jack."
But by then the water had already taken out his comms and flooded into his lungs. He took in deep gulps of it. Trying not to fight it. Trying not to make it to the surface to breathe it in. Die now and take the ride, or fight and struggle for however many minutes. It was never a choice he liked, never a choice he even wanted to even think of, but if was his choice to make.
His body carried with the water, lifeless and limp until it slammed into the metal grating near the over flow lake that wasn't too far from the dam. His coat waterlogged and his lungs coughing up fluid that he really didn't want to taste in the morning he reached up to grab a hold of the lever to let himself out.
His team still had a good fifteen minutes before -
"What just happened?" Jack asked, his arm once more raised above his head, cramping up... holding that release valve. Which well... did nothing. He knew that now... now because... it...
"Status?" His comm was working again... and he was dry?
"Sorry Jack? We just had rift activity? I- I don't know what else I should monitor."
"Where's Gwen?!"
"Here Jack. Nothing's gone on here though."
"Okay... uh..." Glancing to his watch he noted the time... almost fifteen 'til three in the morning. Same time. Letting go of the valve release he flipped open his wrist strap and compared the times. "Three-oh-two..." the words breathed just below his breath.
"Time loop," he relayed to his team. "We've got five minutes, I'm coming to where you're at Gwen." Dropping the open line he shrugged it off. He hated time loops, and he hated the Rift even more because of them. But if it gave him a second chance... one that actually meant he could fix something, he'd take all the repeating three am's he could have.
List of Gimbus Drinks and their affects: the fourth series
[first three series here]
[than you! {+} series]
15 - Better...
16 - Sillier...
17 - Happier...
18 - Perkier...
19 - Braver...
20 - Flirtier...
21 - More Enthusiastic...
22 - More Embarrassed...
23 - More Outgoing...
24 - More Honest...
25 - More Compassionate...
26 - More Passionate...
27 - More Carefree...
28 - Smarter...
29 - Taller...
30 - Prettier...
31 - Curvier...
32 - Healthier...
(usage warning: only drink these in the company of one other person. groups of three or more are not recommended for company during consumption. It is also not recommended that the same number Gimbus is taken by both members of your party. This has caused combustion in the past)
Future Series to come: 33-40 [than you {-} series]
[first three series here]
[than you! {+} series]
15 - Better...
16 - Sillier...
17 - Happier...
18 - Perkier...
19 - Braver...
20 - Flirtier...
21 - More Enthusiastic...
22 - More Embarrassed...
23 - More Outgoing...
24 - More Honest...
25 - More Compassionate...
26 - More Passionate...
27 - More Carefree...
28 - Smarter...
29 - Taller...
30 - Prettier...
31 - Curvier...
32 - Healthier...
(usage warning: only drink these in the company of one other person. groups of three or more are not recommended for company during consumption. It is also not recommended that the same number Gimbus is taken by both members of your party. This has caused combustion in the past)
Future Series to come: 33-40 [than you {-} series]
[TM] 224 - Mad.
Apr. 4th, 2008 10:03 pmThey've got to be mad he's thinking, mad or possibly just drunk. Though if they were drunk he might've faired a bit better with the lot of them, and he was pretty sure he was drunk. Well he had been.
Drunk that is.
Before.
Before they had strapped him into the chair and began running voltage through him.
Clearly he wished he was still drunk now.
Still they've got to be mad, he's thinking. What sort of person... what special type of woman does this sort of thing...
Well... this sort of thing out of actually wanting to cause pain and death in someone.
The pain is there too. Death with all of it's intricate little details hurts more than most would care to know. It hurts though only because each time he comes back, each time he pulls that air into his lungs knowing that the world hasn't stopped him yet... it hurts. It's raking across his underside and poking at him like shards of broken glass laid out beneath a thick layer of skin that doesn't fit.
It shouldn't fit.
What with all the broken glass grinding beneath it.
"Who's the Doctor? Here ... you've said it at the bar, 'The Doctor will know.' 'The Doctor will fix me.' Who is he?"
Oh... now he knows he's mad. Mad enough to stick to a single town without much thought as to who or what he's been talking to. It's never easy containing the secrets of a man from the fifty first century trapped in a time when hygiene isn't exactly a common denominator among the people. He's mad for even thinking that what these women do is actually research, and actually has a point.
Of course he's just been killed at least a dozen times now, and they still can't figure it out.
Then again neither can he.
So really he has to wonder... just how mad is he... to let them continue this. How mad is he... at himself to think that he deserves this.
This... never ending death.
Drunk that is.
Before.
Before they had strapped him into the chair and began running voltage through him.
Clearly he wished he was still drunk now.
Still they've got to be mad, he's thinking. What sort of person... what special type of woman does this sort of thing...
Well... this sort of thing out of actually wanting to cause pain and death in someone.
The pain is there too. Death with all of it's intricate little details hurts more than most would care to know. It hurts though only because each time he comes back, each time he pulls that air into his lungs knowing that the world hasn't stopped him yet... it hurts. It's raking across his underside and poking at him like shards of broken glass laid out beneath a thick layer of skin that doesn't fit.
It shouldn't fit.
What with all the broken glass grinding beneath it.
"Who's the Doctor? Here ... you've said it at the bar, 'The Doctor will know.' 'The Doctor will fix me.' Who is he?"
Oh... now he knows he's mad. Mad enough to stick to a single town without much thought as to who or what he's been talking to. It's never easy containing the secrets of a man from the fifty first century trapped in a time when hygiene isn't exactly a common denominator among the people. He's mad for even thinking that what these women do is actually research, and actually has a point.
Of course he's just been killed at least a dozen times now, and they still can't figure it out.
Then again neither can he.
So really he has to wonder... just how mad is he... to let them continue this. How mad is he... at himself to think that he deserves this.
This... never ending death.
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