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When; Friday, March 28th, evening
Rating; PG-13 for ~~Saya~~ violence
Characters; Saya

repairedbywebs and Jack Harkness

handsomejack
Summary; Saya invites Jack over for dinner; main course, to be exact.
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Subsistence was no way to make her life.

And yet, somehow, that's what was happening. She was subsisting. She was snacking on junk when she wanted a meal. No matter how much she avoided it, that was what ended up happening, and she was tired. Food was too important to be relegated to dogs. She hated the taste of dog; human male was much, much better.

And so she turned to what she thought was her greatest tool; the Network always provided her with something, even if something was usually less than par. Jack Harkness was no pushover and that was clear. However, he was over six feet tall, human, and had enough muscle mass to guarantee an adequate meal.

She finished up her work and compulsively straightened her collar, then headed to the main door of the warehouse. It was getting dark, and she suspected her would be by soon enough.

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Captain Jack Harkness was a man who prided himself on being prepared in almost all situations.

That said, this was going to be a new one on him.

He was expecting a nice bit of dinner. Perhaps she would give him a hard time for having been presumptuous, make him turn on the charm to dig himself out of her bad graces and perhaps offer some stimulating banter as well. She certainly seemed a lady who knew her mind over the Network and Jack was definitely all about making new friends and putting right where he'd stepped wrong.

So, he was nicely dressed, WWII great coat swaying with his steps as he walked towards the warehouse. He'd even brought a flower!

She was a small girl, as a human; four inches over five feet, and coltishly slim, which made her look non-imposing. She sat on top of her worktable as he approached, carrying a flower.

How gentlemanly. She calculated out the potential of this being mistaken for a date, and realized that she could do with a bit company. She really hadn't managed any since she killed Papa. Perhaps that had been a mistake, but Saya would never admit it to herself. She much preferred thinking she was right. It kept idiots from bothering her.

She nodded and stepped down off the table, offering Jack a hand. "Jack Harkness, right? Saya Wallace." Each word was clearly spoken, and her brown eyes even managed a smile.

Jack smiled back, stopping and with one hand in the small of his back he gave her a slight bow and held out the flower.

"A pleasure to meet you, Saya Wallace," he said. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting?"

Okay, so it probably couldn't hurt to break out the charm a little early.

"No, not really," she said blandly, taking the flower and setting it at one of the workstations. The first floor of the warehouse had been converted almost entirely into her personal engineering lab. "I've been hungry a long time; an additional few hours does little difference."

She pointed his way through, letting him look around if he liked. "I heard you swam the Channel," she said blandly. Health mattered. "Do you know your bloodtype?"

Her hand curled around a t-square. It was three inches out of place. She adjusted it, and felt better.

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It did seem as if he might have his work cut out for him. Ah well, he had been pretty rude and could take his bit of punishment. Even if it did come in the form of slightly strange questions.

"I did," he said with a nod, remembering what he'd told Socrates. "Twice, once out of necessity and once for fun. And it's A positive."

Though he gave the warehouse a brief glance, enough to have his bearings if he needed them, Jack held his attention politely on Saya.

"So, have you and your brother been in the City long?"

"Nine months, on my end, eight on his."

A+ wasn't AB. That wasn't a huge problem. Vintage was always a question in these cases. She led him further, into the rooms with the cars under construction, and sat down in her favorite chair; it was all precise lines and sharp angles. She invited Jack to sit down in another chair and crossed her legs tightly, then her arms.

"Tell me about yourself, Mr. Harkness."

He would definitely be vintage, well aged in fact.

"Captain," Jack corrected automatically with an easy sort of smile and he shrugged out of his great coat and hung it on the back of the chair before taking a seat.

Sitting back, Jack hooked one leg over the other and chuckled a little bashfully. It wasn't that he hadn't received such a direct question before, just that he always had a bit of a challenge in answering it.

"Well, what would you like to know? Specifically, I mean, least I sit here and risk boring a beautiful woman by babbling hopelessly for ages."

"You don't need to flatter," she explained casually. "If you want to sleep with me, you just have to ask." She paused. "We both know that you know very well how to charm someone without babbling, and I doubt you're so stupid as to put a facade up for me now."

That was a true statement. She could do with sex. A meal after sex wouldn't be something she would be adverse to. She smiled a touch, but it was a predator's smile. "And don't worry about boring me. I'm very patient."

However, she realized he was waiting for a prompt. "Tell me what you think about spiders." The topic was one near and dear to her heart, and closer to his than he probably realized at the moment.

Jack cleared his throat with an arch of his eyebrows and he gave her an appreciative glance from head to toe but then smiled and shook his head.

"Truly, that was not my intention when I came over tonight," he said. "Not that you are not attractive, Saya but after I made such a lousy impression over the net, I figured I'd best be on my good behavior for tonight, at least."

Settling in comfortable, Jack looked thoughtful on her question even if he did find it a bit odd, though there was something a bit odd about Saya herself. Really, he needed to start paying more attention to these feelings of 'odd' when they happened.

"I think they have an important function in the world and are unique creatures, capable of some of the most beautiful artistry in the world of nature with their webs. I think a lot of strategy has been learned over the years from spiders and I don't kill them in the bathroom."

"How fortunate for the spiders in your bathroom." Saya leaned her face on on hand and raised an eyebrow. "My brother likes you very much. He's been looking for someone to go surfing with ever since George left the City." She was getting somewhere, but sometimes it took her time to get there. "I debated it, since he doesn't have many friends."

She stood up, her heels clicking against the floor of the warehouse as she went to shut the big, metal door. "In the end, I concluded that I'm hungry, and he wouldn't begrudge me a meal."

Saya looked up, her eyes narrowing just a bit. "If you wouldn't mind, I hope I can tell him you'll still be his friend when you wake up tomorrow."

Now that odd niggling doubt was starting to grow as Jack looked over his shoulder and pursed his lips thoughtfully.

"Please tell me you're not a vampire?"

What? It was a logical assumption at the moment, right?

Vampire?

She realized it was actually a likely possibility, but she really did hate being mixed up with vampires.

"No, I'm not," she said blandly, locking the door. She looked at the staircase behind him. "Vampires really have no taste. Coffins? I don't care if one is dead; there's just no accounting for tacky furnishings." She stepped forward. How to get him up the stairs.

"I'm actually not even related to the vampire, although we do share a similar appetite."

It might have been finally sinking in that he didn't smell any 'food' smells and looking around, dinner sort of seemed to be for one.

Smiling, Jack slowly got to his feet and reached for his coat.

"My mistake," he said politely. "But I'm not really, into the whole blood donar thing, I'm sorry if I gave that impression. Perhaps I'll just see myself out."

He started in the direction of the door but didn't want to just barrel rudely over her, so he stopped a few feet away and gave her another smile.

"No. I don't think you will."

She didn't step forward, or try to stop him. Instead she stood in front of the door. Hydraulic strength meant she could lift him well over her head and toss him, but that would bruise and bruises left a bitter taste of the chemical the body produced to prevent swelling.

"You see, it isn't about donation, really," she said, stepping forward just slightly then. "It's about me getting what I want, and you getting what you want; that is, I'll get what I want and you'll be free tomorrow when you wake up."

The truth was it was about Saya getting dinner, but her logic got bad when she was hungry. The slightest hint of pheromone touched the air; it was the chemical that made most humans run in terror. She released it in slight increments, testing how volatile it was on the Captain.

It was always touch and go if it would work.

In the 51st century, pheromones were something quite special indeed, one of the reasons Jack didn't need to wear aftershave but it also meant he was highly reactive to them.

It took a lot to genuinely scare Captain Jack Harkness. Okay so fairies were a given but anyway, it took a lot and usually a slip of a girl, even if she was threatening to make him dinner, wouldn't have gotten a reaction from him beyond a brash chuckle and some swagger. But almost without his being aware of it, Jack found himself back peddling away from Saya and heading, straight for those stairs.

"I ... not that I begrudge you anything, Saya but ... uh, I'm not sure how I feel about this, little arrangement you have set up."

His foot hit the bottom step and though he glance back briefly, he continued to move up them.

Saya smiled.

Under most circumstances, Saya's smile was a terrifying thing; that was probably because no one knew what was going on behind that smile. Most of the time her smile (her true smile) meant that she had just finished the analysis of a very tricky problem.

In this case, it meant that she was winning. She moved up the stairs behind him, her fangs working up from her throat. She forced them back. He'd get caught in the first layer of webbing, unless he was very, very good.

"Do you know what the strongest natural substance on Earth is, Captain?"

It was a trick question.

Well, as a rule he was very, very good but at the moment he'd been caught flat footed, had let his guard down and her pheromones were doing a number on him so he wasn't entirely on top of his game. Confused by her question, Jack took a breath to say he didn't know what she meant, when he felt the first tug of silk across his back.

It caused him to drop his coat and he automatically struggled, which probably served to do little more than further entangle him in the gossamer strands.

"What, the hell is this?!"

He was started to get angry, fighting more and with little finesse trying to apply brute strength to a situation that needed a much more delicate hand.

"Silk," she said. "That's actually not true. It's a compound of proteins that have been stranded together to for a sticky, strong webbing."

She stood in the middle of it. "Let me know some things, first. For the sake of my digestive system."

She touched her lips. "Are you on medications? Do you have diabetes? How old are you, exactly?" She walked around him. "Do you have any venereal diseases?"

She had stopped the pheromone from leaking, but a bit lingered in the air as she inspected him. "Do you have your gall bladder intact?"

Jack blinked in the middle of his wriggling -and thus getting further entangled- blinking at her.

"Do I look like a nutrition guide on the back of a box of CORN FLAKES?!?"

This might have meant he was not inclined to cooperate. You know, if the vigorous squirming hadn't already clued her off to that fact.

She never understood why anyone would keep fighting once they were trapped in her webbing. They most clearly weren't getting out. "Really, Captain," she said with a smile. "I can make this feel very good. But I really would like the answers." She licked one finger. "You shouldn't trust everyone in the City, you know."

She stepped forward sitting on the webbing next to him, her hands running over it. "The more you fight, the more tangled you'll be, so why don't you have a nice chat with me about your health and then I'll make everything much better for you."

She gave a smooth pat to his head. "Let's start with age?"

"Last I checked, being someone's dinner did not feel, good!" Jack argued and he continued to struggle, despite the fact that all he was doing was exhausting himself.

The logical part of his brain told him this but the animal part, the instinctive section that drove him to fight for life, kept him wriggling and fighting.

"150," he heard himself answer. It wasn't that he was suddenly deciding to be cooperative with her as much as it was to hear his own voice, trying to ignore the frantic pounding sound of his heart in his own chest.

He might be rethinking that whole killing of spiders in the bath thing!

She stopped.

She leaned forward and pressed her nose against the base of his neck; then against his cheek. He smelled human, but in the City, one could never tell. She snorted, letting the smell of his fear evaporate, then shook her head. She cut his arm; just a scratch, and licked it as she explained, "There's a pheromone compound that would let you enjoy anything I did, but it's not necessary in this case."

Immortal blood. It tasted like dust and bad cheese, with a hint of A+.

She turned. "Don't scream, and don't fight. It hurts my ears, and I'm not going to eat you."

If she drank blood that old, she would get sick. Immortals. Useless.

She sat on the ground, and shifted. She was a spider with an abdomen roughly the size of a sports utility vehicle; but it was the only way to manipulate the webbing. She moved closer and began to pinch at the webs expertly, releasing him slowly down to the ground, then undoing most of the move obvious webs through consumption. She was precise; not a bit of him bled.

If ever Jack had been inclined to scream it was when she shifted but he wasn't a man who was often inclined to scream and so he held his tongue and tried to be still. It wasn't easy when those pincers came close but as he felt her starting to free him from the web, he realized that his immortality had just stood him in good stead.

He really wasn't all that keen on being a spider snack. Even if his ego -which was it's own brand of crazy- was harumphing at being rejected as a spider snack.

Really, there were times when Jack's own mind scared itself.

She finished and shifted back, sitting on the webbing like it was completely natural. "Why didn't you just say you were immortal," she asked, slightly annoyed at having wasted an evening. She watched him blandly, wondering if she had wounded his ego. "Immortal blood makes me ill," she explained.

She took a strand of webbing and let herself down. "Perhaps you can suggest dinner to me, then, since you're quite useless in that respect."

His ego was in fact a wee bit bruised. Something that would no doubt keep him company through most of the night.

"I didn't exactly expect to be on the menu tonight and besides," he said with a small sniff, straightening out his shirt sleeve. "I've always been lead to believe that immortal blood was supposed to be good for you."

...

What? All those vampire and zombie movies couldn't be wrong, right?

"And I am NOT offering up someone else for the main course. Though you want to stay away from Owen Harper. He's carrion and even if he wasn't, he's so sour you'd probably get a bad stomach ache from him."

"It tastes like dust, and old cheese," she explained. "It may be good for vampires, but it is not good for me."

She pondered. "He's from your world, right?" She cocked her head to look at him closely. "You have a need to protect your friends." She leaned forward and plucked a long strand of webbing from his coat. "He's too skinny, on the besides." She realized that Jack was someone who essentially considered himself a good person, and decided to give up.

She walked briskly - in the nude - down the stairs, and paused halfway down. "Are you coming? I have to unlock the door, or you won't get out."

She'd been a spider about to eat him and while Jack had a healthy libido ... hello, spider about to eat him!

...

Okay so maybe the whole not eating him and saying his blood would taste like old cheese wasn't doing much to put him in the mood. Even if she was naked and, kind nice from the bac....

Old cheese!

"I'm beginning to seriously HATE this city," Jack said to himself as he made his way back down the stairs, pausing to grab his coat.

Saya flipped open the lock to the door, and it rammed open. She looked up at the Captain, not seeming to mind that she was wearing nothing at all, and explained, "I am not the only hungry thing in the City, and you make yourself quite a target." She looked out the door. "The Bone path will take you back aboveground. I suspect that I don't need to tell you to keep this to yourself?"

She smirked slightly. "It's like a rotting Camembert, to be exact. With enough of a hint of garlic to be repulsive. And I do not relish the idea of vomiting for days after."

She stepped back, to let him access to the door.

"Oh no," Jack said with a smile. "I plan to embrace this humiliation with arms wide open. Don't worry, I won't use names."

He was going to say he'd had a nice night but ... not so much and so, with a smile, he headed out the door, shrugging into his coat as he went.

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