ext_269809 ([identity profile] playstheblues.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2008-04-20 01:38 pm

Log; complete

When; Sunday, April 20th
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Boy Blue [livejournal.com profile] playstheblues and Jack Harkness [livejournal.com profile] handsomejack
Summary; Blue decides to find the Captain and sort things out.
Log;

Unlike some people, Blue wasn't afraid of the Underground. Once you spent four years living your life alone, with a sword and a cloak and a war-horn to keep you company, you lost your fear of dark and terrifying placed; that is, assuming you had that fear to begin with. Blue didn't.

He pulled the hood tighter over his head and ventured out, quietly, his footsteps falling softly. When one was hunting skittish prey, that was a necessary skill to have.

Of course, Blue was hunting skittish prey - one very skittish human Captain. He wondered briefly to himself why he was attracted to idiot men; first Cori, now Jack. Both of them idiots. Apparently brains didn't get programmed into 51st century men; or into nightmares. What a mess. Cori was worried, Jack was obviously worried, and Blue, well, Blue was a bit tired, after all was said and done. He needed to have this debacle sorted out. Really.

He spotted Jack, and moved fast, deciding that a running tackle probably wasn't necessary. Instead he lowered his hood. "You know, you won't find any answers down here. The monsters are bad at advice, and the only thing you're likely to find is a bad fight with Desire."

[identity profile] handsomejack.livejournal.com 2008-04-20 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack was lonely.

It was something he'd struggled with admitting to himself because it seemed so strange that a man who made friends so easily, had his team, had people in his life that he cared about, could be lonely. But it was the truth. It was why he sought out the Doctor now and then, because the Time Lord understood where the loneliness came from, the self isolation not because you risked losing people but because you had to be something that most people would come to hate in time.

Because somebody had to stand that line.

Closing his eyes he leaned, tentatively down towards Blue's shoulder as if this was something he had very little experience doing and wasn't quite sure how to go about it.

"You can really hurt me, Blue." He said softly, without any judgment or expectation. He was simply admitting the truth of the situation. Letting someone in as close as the fable had wriggled in, was dangerous for Jack and he was scared to death.

[identity profile] handsomejack.livejournal.com 2008-04-20 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
For all that he occasionally seemed to have all the patience in the world, Jack was actually a fairly reactive individual and anyone who knew him well would probably tell Blue that Jack tended to react first and stop to think about things later. After 150 years, you'd think he'd have settled but it might take a couple thousand more!

He liked the tight hold and though he was obviously rusty at relaxing into such care, used to being the hugger, not the huggee. He was getting better at it, grinning a little in response to Blue's kiss on his cheek and then carefully gathering the smaller man into his lap. He didn't mind lap fulls of Blue. He expected this was a trait he and Cori shared.

Nodding, Jack just sat there for a long time, perhaps as long as twenty minutes. It was stillness that was rare to unheard of for the Captain but he was quiet as a mouse.

Eventually he shifted and pressed a shy kiss to Blue's cheek.

"Come on."

[identity profile] handsomejack.livejournal.com 2008-04-21 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Blue's words were going to prove to be ... quite prophetic!

For the moment, however, Jack was relaxed, calm and content. He took Blue's hand and came gracefully to his feet. Walking along with the fable, he began to very gently poke and ask questions about how Blue's piano lessons/computer lessons with Tosh were coming along.

Really, he was like the worst nosy big brother when it came to his team and this was his way of being playful, if perhaps a bit silly as they walked.