In These Stones Horizons Sing

WHO: Jack & Jones
WHAT: Fluff. Pure unadulterated fluff.
WHEN: Late afternoon
WHERE: Jack's office at the Hub.

( Glen Miller. It was all about Glen Miller. )

WHO: Jack & Jenny, Ianto & Jenny
WHERE: Hub shooting range
WHEN: Late night
RATING/WARNINGS: PG-13 for some...well, you'll see...
STATUS: Ongoing

She was getting that itch. That itch that said she had to go out and be doing something. Not that Cardiff wasn't nice and not that the people weren't. And her father was even here. But things were just...dull. Uninteresting. Repetitive. Even with the aliens and Masters and everything.

She just had an itch.

It was one of the reasons she'd ducked into the shooting range after everyone appeared to be gone. Her dad wouldn't be pleased, but...it was an empty target, not a person.

Bang.

It helped clear her head. Give her focus. Try to ignore the way that she just wanted to activate the wrist band and go somewhere, somewhen else.

Bang

She wanted to tell her dad to take her somewhere. Just for a few days. A week, maybe. Or go off without him. Just for a few hours. Something. Anything.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

But how could she really do that? She'd asked Jack to let her be part of Torchwood. She'd all but promised her dad to give him a chance to make things right.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

All eight shots from the 9mm, straight through the heart.

WHO: Jack Harkness and Jenny
WHERE: Jenny's place and then, um, the nearest Indian restaurant in Cardiff? Yes
WHEN: Early evening
RATING/WARNINGS: PG?
STATUS: Unfinished

So, Jack was on his way to the room Jenny had been assigned, the keys to a car he'd procured for their drive in his jacket pocket. He knew that would probably make her happy, and he was in the business of making the residents under his care happy.

He cleared his throat and adjusted the lapels of his old military coat, brushed some imaginary lint off the sleeve and then brought his fist up to knock at her door. Then he took a step back and waited politely for her to answer the door.