Captain Jack Harkness (capthardness) wrote in fortitudeic, @ 2016-03-10 19:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, derek hale, jack harkness |
WHO: Jack and Derek
WHERE: Outside the community center.
WHEN: Early Thursday evening
WHAT: Freaky children getting under Jack’s skin. And a spider maybe doing more less figuratively.
WARNINGS: Likely violence, possibly Jack dying, will update if anything else comes up.
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
Jack could handle zombies and spiders. He didn’t like them, but they were--well, as normal as anything he saw back in Cardiff. Even if they killed him he’d come back up to keep fighting. Which was why he was out here in the first place, to try to make sure no one else went down for good. Hopefully, if he died, whoever was around would be too concerned with keeping their own skins in tact to notice him reviving.
But the kids. Those creepy children he kept seeing out of the corner of his eye while he patrolled were really getting under his skin. He knew why--Gray, those horrible gas-masked atrocities back in 1941, both his fault--but that didn’t make his heart rate any slower or the crawling sensation under his skin any easier to bear. The fact none of them had done anything yet didn’t make it any better, because he kept wondering if something had been done to them, thinking back to the HMS Hades and those poor, starved alien children.
‘They’re not children, Harkness. They’re aliens.’
He still hated Emily for keeping him from punching Charles for what he’d done to those babies.
And things like this were exactly why Jack worked so hard to both literally and figuratively put his past in boxes, because he was so caught up in wondering about these twisted children, if someone turned them into what they were, that he was almost too slow in noticing the giant spider coming up behind him.
And even though he turned in time to fire one bullet towards what he thought was its head, the creature only seemed mildly annoyed and that much more determined to come towards him.
“Seriously?” Jack sighed against the handkerchief he still had around his mouth (even if he’d come back, death by poisoning could be a tedious business) holstering his gun again and feeling very grateful he wasn’t wearing a white shirt as the spider got closer. No point wasting ammo when he might need it later for something that might actually have the decency to go down for half a second. Like it seemed like he was about to. He really hoped the thing was just carnivorous and not poisonous.