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Charlie Price (charlieprice) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-08-18 14:26:00

Entry tags:

!plot, {jack harkness, {john watson

Who? Captain Watson and Captain Harkness
Where? The infirmary
When? Saturday afternoon
What? John's doing that doctory thing, Jack has a baby patient with an ickle cold. Aww!
Warnings? Some light flirtation, maybe some language.

Things had calmed down a lot since Zombieland, and people seemed to be getting on better with the babies after the initial shock had worn off. John had wondered if they were here to stay, but he suspected not- their names hadn't been added to doors, for a start. And then there were the convenient wristbands and the convenient formula that had just happened to appear in some of the fridges. How long they would be here, however, was anyone's guess.

Despite the infirmary having quieted down, perhaps it was just out of habit that John hung around. You never knew when things could suddenly get crazy on the train. Plus, Sherlock had apparently made a new friend- and John was going to let the fact that his new friend was nine years old slide. Sherlock didn't make friends easily. He wasn't about to quibble about the minimum age. The kid needed an adult to look out for them, anyway. It was mutually beneficial. So, John was spending his Saturday manning the infirmary- not that Saturday really meant much when you were stuck on a time traveling train. He was running out of things to do. He'd cleaned up, organised instruments, and remade the beds to a military standard. Now, he was sitting with an almost-finished cup of tea, looking out the window at the topsy-turvey scenery.

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charlieprice
2012-08-19 10:15 pm UTC (link)

John nodded along as Jack told him what he knew about the little guy, making a note of his temperature and removing the thermometer again. He placed it down and swapped it for a stethoscope.

"Okay, he's got a little bit of a fever, but nothing too serious," he told Jack, trying to be reassuring, as if he really was the boy's father. "I'm going to have a listen to his chest- are you okay holding him? We can pop him down in one of the cribs, if you'd like a break," he told him, nodding over to the makeshift maternity ward that Dr Tam had set up.

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thetravelled
2012-08-19 11:33 pm UTC (link)

"Good, I like nothing too serious, gives me time for other things," Jack joked, winking at John. Like actually flirting with John and seeing if maybe things could go somewhere. Or at least finding out if the guy was open to the possibility!

He shrugged at the question, "No, I'm fine with the little guy. I think Topher likes me quite a bit. We've bonded. I take him to the observation car so he can see the the upside-world, then I throw up. Then he repays the favour by throwing up on me after I feed him." He kept hearing how people were saying that the babies would likely disappear soon, and he found he was rather against the idea. Jack wasn't a paternalistic person, but he'd been attached to the little guy, and the thought of him leaving was making Jack feel very uncomfortable.

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charlieprice
2012-08-20 08:58 am UTC (link)

John smiled rather coyly as Jack winked at him; was he flirting with him? He gave a rather nervous laugh. John was used to be the flirty one, although he had calmed down a lot since things had progressed with Sherlock. Hadn't he? Was he giving out signals? And when had men started flirting with him? And yet, John wasn't complaining- it was nice to think that someone would be interested. His self-esteem had taken a bit of a knock since Afghanistan, and any attention could only boost it again. It was harmless.

Jack kept talking, and John relaxed again, chuckling at his description of the observation car. "Well, doesn't that sound fun!" he laughed. John slipped the end of the stethoscope under the child's top, and listened. "Aw, someone's all bunged up," he said to the baby, who promptly sneezed on him. "Thanks for that," he laughed, removing the stethoscope again. He moved to get a tissue and wipe gently at the baby's nose.

"Kids this age can't blow their nose for themselves, but I'll put a couple of drops of saline solution up his nose, and that should start to clear it. You'll have to just keep wiping it for him. I can give you some vapo-rub, and I'll see if we can get him to take some paracetamol for that temperature just now," he told him. "He'll be fine," he added, giving Jack's shoulder a reassuring pat before he went to find some medication for the little one.

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thetravelled
2012-08-24 05:29 pm UTC (link)

Oh, Jack was definitely flirting, nevermind that ring on John's finger. Jack wasn't much for boundaries or labels.

Jack blinked as the doctor talked. Well, that had been easy. Very easy. He smiled genuinely at John, "Sometimes I forget how easy going to the doctor is." Not that Jack had been in about 100 years.

"How long you figure he'll be sick for?" Jack asked, now grinning flirtatiously at John again.

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charlieprice
2012-08-24 09:34 pm UTC (link)

John laughed softly, quite aware of the slight blush in his cheeks. It was flattering, certainly, although perhaps rather unexpected.

"Are you calling me easy, now?" he joked, trying for self-confident, but perhaps falling slightly short of that. He cleared his throat; maybe comedy wasn't his strong point. "Heh, well, it's just a cold. Bring me the bubonic plague or something, and you might see a bit more panic," he smiled. "That's not a challenge, by the way," he added hastily. It was a worry, thinking about where the train was capable of taking them. Then again, it had always protected them from local disease in the past, by way of vaccination for example.

"Oh, not so long. A week or so," he responded. "If he's not on the mend after a week, bring him back along. Or if he gets any worse, of course," John told him, mixing together a solution of paracetamol into a syringe. He inserted it into the baby's mouth, waiting for him to latch on, and slowly squirted in into his mouth. "I'll make you up some to take away with you. At least four hours between doses, no more than four a day," he told him, managing to regain some professionalism.

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thetravelled
2012-08-28 10:27 pm UTC (link)

Jack chuckled, and nodded at the ring, "I don't think you're that easy. Well worth a challenge, I would think."

Just a cold was good, Jack figured it wasn't serious, but again, he felt very protective of little Topher. He tipped his head at the doctor, "Bubonic plague isn't a challenge for you? You've been around, I take it? Done any time-travelling?"

He watched as the doc prepared the syringe for little Topher, and watched as Topher took the medicine. "Right, he's a little too young to be addicted. We'll give it a few years," Jack joked. "Thank so much, doc. Really. Next time I see you should be sans baby. Adults only."

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charlieprice
2012-08-29 06:51 pm UTC (link)

John noticed the glance at his ring, and was quite certain that he was lovely shade of pink. He swallowed nervously, and then did his best to laugh it off. He was used to be the flirtatious one, all this attention was throwing him off his game. Although, it was certainly flattering- John hadn't really thought of himself as attractive since Afghanistan, but apparently other people could see something he couldn't.

"Oh, no," he gave him a dismissive wave. "I meant that I wasn't challenging the train," he clarified. "God knows it doesn't need me giving it ideas!" he joked. He shook his head at the question about time travel. "No, not until the train. I'm afraid absolutely nothing supernatural happened to me before the train," he admitted, with a little shrug. He definitely felt in a minority there. "You?" he asked, although by the casual way he said it, John suspected the answer would be yes.

He laughed softly, and moved to make up some more of the paracetamol for Jack to take away with him. "You're very welcome," he told him, genuinely. "Yes, that would be nice," he smiled.

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