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Log: Ongoing
When; Sunday - Late Night / Early Monday morning
Rating; R for violent and disturbing images.
Characters; The Corinthian![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bitingnightmare and Captain Jack Harkness handsomejack
Summary; A nightmare
Log;
Jack rarely slept.
In fact when he wanted to sleep, he often had to make a production out of it to get his body and his mind to wind down to a point where he could rest. After he finished his conversation with Anita, he'd gone to take a long hot shower, head on the bathroom tiles for quite some time.
A warm glass of milk followed the shower and then he'd headed into his room, locking the door behind him. Stripping out of his clothes, he crawled into the simple bed and stretched out in the dark. Sometimes Jack wondered if it was possible to forget how to sleep but eventually he felt himself begin to drift away.
It was tempting to fight his way back to consciousness but in the distance, he heard the whistle of a steam engine and he turned towards it. Eyes closed, Jack Harkness fell asleep.
Rating; R for violent and disturbing images.
Characters; The Corinthian
bitingnightmare and Captain Jack Harkness handsomejackSummary; A nightmare
Log;
Jack rarely slept.
In fact when he wanted to sleep, he often had to make a production out of it to get his body and his mind to wind down to a point where he could rest. After he finished his conversation with Anita, he'd gone to take a long hot shower, head on the bathroom tiles for quite some time.
A warm glass of milk followed the shower and then he'd headed into his room, locking the door behind him. Stripping out of his clothes, he crawled into the simple bed and stretched out in the dark. Sometimes Jack wondered if it was possible to forget how to sleep but eventually he felt himself begin to drift away.
It was tempting to fight his way back to consciousness but in the distance, he heard the whistle of a steam engine and he turned towards it. Eyes closed, Jack Harkness fell asleep.
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[Flicking his cigarette on the ground, then he reaches out to grip Jack's hand, firmly.]
You're built to make mistakes, Jack.
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But why do other people always have to pay for my mistakes? Why does that have to be the balance for dreams?
[Brushes his face with his other hand, the blanket falling open a bit but really, it doesn't matter right now.]
All these memories, all these nightmares, Cori it like living a lesson over and over because I just can't seem to grasp the concept.
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[The grip doesn't hurt, because it's a dream after all. He looks him in the eye coolly.]
Do you know what people of a different disposition dream of?
People who don't mourn their blackness, and only indulge in it.
Do you want to see?
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Yes. I need to see it, don't I?
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[He doesn't tell Jack that he would be violating rules by showing him the dreams of another without permission, neither does he tell Jack that these dreams are his own, from the time of his predecessor. They are different men, but they are the same creation.]
Listen.
[The concrete room changes shape to resemble a motel. They're still sitting at a chair and table, but now they aren't alone. There's a boy named Davy, about to meet his end. (http://www.comicoo.com/Sandman/Sandman10/html/image24.htm) They can't see his attacker, they view the dream from the knife-wielder's eyes, though they're seated.]
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There is a part of Jack Harkness that stands coldly behind the mask of a killer's eyes, watching with the disinterest of a true sociopath. In fact, there is a rush of dark, animalistic response to the scene, as instinctive as Cori's reaction to Jack's nightmare of the torture had been.
There is a part of Jack Harkness, this killer speaks to.
Caught in Cori's eyes, however, Jack begins to scream. A sound that is without voice, paralyzed by shame, fear and confusion and though he wants to look away, to throw himself from the table to the floor, cower in the corner away from the nightmare, Jack is frozen in place.]
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Jack.
[He rubs the back of his palm, to draw his attention away from the scene that burns away like film on a reel till they're in the concrete room again.]
Jack.
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Vague, in this sense is a good thing, as there are screams ... blood, the sensation of something too horrible for the human mind to wrap around and so it's been buried.
Two years missing]
No.
[It's little more than a whimper and Jack looks up at Cori imploringly.]
Make it stop or let me wake up ....
Please.
[The only time and the only place The Corinthian would see Jack beg.]
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Wake up.
[The nightmare is no longer there, and neither is the furniture nor the chair. Waking a dreamer by force can cause a minor shock to the system, like someone breaching the surface of water for air. He knows Jack can take it.
He'll remember seeing him as a younger man.]
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He comes to consciousness with a deep gasp, almost like the lung clearing bellow when he comes back from death and Jack sits up in his bed.
Soaked in a cold sweat that leaves him trembling in the dark night air, Jack curled forward till his forehead touched his knees. He felt moisture on his face and was unable to tell if it was sweat or tears. Not important probably, Jack grabbed his hair and tugged till he could feel the nip of pain, like pinching yourself to be sure you're awake.]
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