InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Good God, Get a Grip,Girl!"

notethestripes (ex_notethest397) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-03 23:39:00

Entry tags:

active, day eleven, jack harkness, rose tyler

WHO: Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler
WHAT: More "girl" talk. Because things aren't going as they should be, dammit.
WHEN: Mid-day.
WHERE: Rose's room
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Active

When it came to Jack Harkness, there was no such thing as 'personal' space. At least, not when your name included Rose, Ianto or Doctor. As one was decidedly missing from their group, that meant two people were being subjected to one hundred percent of pure Jack. His eyes flicked towards the Labyrinth. He was getting ready to run it and knew he had support from the two, but somehow it didn't seem right to run the Labyrinth without the Doctor.

Soon, though. Soon they'd have to. Jack was reaching the stage of restless. Yes, it was fun to lollygag at the amusement park, but he still needed to do something. Be somewhere. Do something.

And so, Jack found himself at Rose's door. Yes, he should have gone to Ianto, but Jack was running out of ideas. Even before the dating hadn't been so much dating as doing work together after hours. Jack wasn't used to having to chase after somoeone. Usually, they came to him.

With a loud knock to announce his presence, Jack opened the door without waiting for her to give him entrance. "Rooose!" Jack sang out. "Guess whooooo!"

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

plusone
2009-06-10 12:30 am UTC (link)

The truth was, there'd been a time Rose would've loved for Captain Jack Harkness to have been the man in her life. But even then, they'd all known she belonged to someone else. And apparently she always would. Instead of moving on with her life, she'd fought tooth and nail to get back to him. And now she was back where she started. Only this time, she had Jack.

"You realise you've solved your own problem," Rose pointed out with a hint of a smirk. "Ask him out on a date. 'A real, honest to god date'. And I don't mean on the Tilt-a-Barf at the adventure park thingie." Idly, her fingers played with his, toying with them as she thought. "Even if it's just candles and dinner in your room. Actually, no," she protested, thinking quickly. "Nowhere with a bed. Kinda defeats the 'this isn't about sex' purpose."

Her cheek nestled lightly into the fabric of his shirt and she shrugged. "Dance with him. Tell him how he makes you feel. And no, horny is not an option," she scolded quickly.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ex_notethest397
2009-06-11 10:52 pm UTC (link)

And, if they were being honest through the medium of interiour monologue, Rose was a woman Jack could have been exceedingly happy with as well. But even a blind man could have seen the connection that existed between Rose and the Doctor -- even if it had been Nine that Jack saw her interact with. There had been something between the two and Jack knew not to meddle -- even if he was gone, he still wouldn't try to fill that void beyond a playful kiss or a cuddle. That would forever be Jack's role where Rose was concerned, and he was content.

Jack turned his hand over, letting her fingertips play over his skin. "There's nothing wrong with the Tilt-a-Whirl," Jack replied with a huff. "I'll have you know that our first 'date' wound up chasing a pack of Weevils across a car park." Not much had happened by way of dates byond that.

Kissing the top of her head, Jack sighed. "I have... danced with him that is." Jack quickly held up a hand. "And not going by the Doctor's definition of dancing either." Jack stared off into spacke, his thumb running along the back of her knuckles. "Gwen's wedding. He cut in on us and we danced."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

plusone
2009-06-11 11:12 pm UTC (link)

Even the bloke in the leather jacket and big ears had been a huge part of Rose's life. She had fallen in love with the silly bloke whether either of them had known it or not. After his regeneration, Mickey had asked her such. Rose hadn't been able to say it then, but Mickey knew her better than most. Of course he'd been right. It only made sense that perceptive Jack had picked up on that as well.

"Weevils? Seriously? How romantic, really." She shook her head, a grin crossing her face despite herself. "Not that I'm one to talk. Still..." Shrugging, she pulled away a bit, but didn't disentangle her hand from his. Instead, she looked down at it, examining the lines as if she were a skilled palmreader.

"Short romantic line here, Jack," she informed him, pointing at the shortest line of all. Couldn't be his life line, she knew that much. Though the real...original...well, younger Jack had died relatively young. "Does he remember any of that? The first date, the dancing, and hey, who's Gwen?"

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -