tampered | Log; Complete

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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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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