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notethestripes (ex_notethest397) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-09 23:37:00

Entry tags:

complete, day two, jack harkness, rose tyler

WHO: Jack Harkness & Rose Tyler
WHEN: Day Two, evening
WHAT: Two very old friends finally run into each other. Unexpectedly.
WHERE: Ren Faire. Why, no, Jack isn't checking out men in tights.
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Complete

Day one was mostly a blur as far as Jack Harkness was concerned. He'd gotten his key and his diary, met an interesting bloke or five and had quickly escaped to the room he was provided. Stuck in the middle of nowhere, with absolutely nothing familiar. No Hub, no Cardiff, no nothing.

While Jack may have been used to this whole bounding about through the galaxy thing he certainly didn't fancy being plucked from his bed and tossed to universes unknown. Rather rude if you asked him.

Still, after spending the whole of the first day in his room, prodding at his wrist strap and hoping that the King's warning about never leaving was nothing more than an empty threat (because, really, a 'space hopper' should have been enough to get him out of here), Jack knew he had to get out before he drove himself bonkers. The second day brought exploration, still meeting others and trying to make the best of the situation. By mid-evening, Jack found himself at the Ren Faire -- which wasn't a bad place to be as far as Jack was concerned.

Men in tights and women wearing corsets. It was a dream come true.

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plusone
2009-03-24 12:42 pm UTC (link)

Rose found herself leaning automatically into him when he took the spot beside her. He was just so warm, and God it had been cold as of late. The medics thought it might have something to do with the physical effects of ripping the boundaries between dimensions over and over, but Rose typically summed it up to how empty she felt. But it was hard to feel empty with Jack, her Jack by her side. Her hand rested lightly on his knee as she watched him tell his story, his face telling more than his actual words did.

"I didn't plan to be doing it, trust me," she reassured him, but she was smiling just a little. A coincidence, maybe, but a great one. "Didn't know what else to do, though. When I was left there... My dad-he's alive over there, did you know?-anyway, my dad, and Mickey, too, have both been involved with the goings on over there. It's different there. They're more accepting of the paranormal. They have to be, they've seen it firsthand. I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't go back to simply selling ladies' clothing, could I?" The expression on the Doctor's face when she told him that she had was proof enough of that. Rubbing her temples slightly, Rose released a breath. "I had firsthand experience, Mickey told them all about...the traveling. And the things I'd done. Jake, too, we met him over there, cute little thing, too..."

A flicker of a smile crossed her face as she glanced up at Jack. She'd rambled on for far too long already, but he was listening. And there were so few people who truly listened any longer. Her mum did, but never got it. Mickey got it, alright, but he didn't enjoy hearing the words 'The Doctor' anymore than he had when she'd been a part of the Time Lord's life. Jack was the only person she knew who could truly understand the man's pull, and what it had been like having to go on without him.

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ex_notethest397
2009-03-25 02:48 pm UTC (link)

Truth be told, Jack took as much comfort from Rose leaning against him as she must have felt beside him. Her hand on his knee, Jack took the opportunity to angle his body as close to hers as possible, hand lightly rubbing along her upper arm. Jack had always liked Martha quite a bit, but when you rescued a girl in a Union Jack shirt from the middle of the London Blitz? Well -- some things were hard to top and Rose would always hold a very special place.

"I know you didn't, Rose," Jack said softly. "There was a long time when I wished I could die. Now? Gave me a bit more purpose, I suppose. A second chance to be a bit more like him. He certainly changes anyone's life who travels with him, doesn't he?" Jack did listen, loved hearing Rose talk -- and having someone who truly understood. Rose knew the pull of the Doctor just as much as he did. Knew that, should the man ever ask, they would be there in a heartbeat. Perhaps even less than that. He was enigmatic in a way Jack almost envied.

He simply let her talk, nodding in the right places but never once interrupting her out of turn. "No,I don't think you could," Jack said, leaning his cheek against the top of her head. "The Doctor changes us all. Must be nice, though. A place that has seen and understands the paranormal. "Cute thing? Jake?" Jack asked, ears perking up slightly. "Now, who might he be?

"Though, I can sympathise. I ran away from my team for a year. The last time I saw the Doctor, that is. I left without a word after waiting a good hundred years for him, wanting to know if he knew what happened, if he could fix me. The lot welcomed me back, but a couple..." Jack thought of Ianto and Gwen's reactions. "I know they're not pleased either when the Doctor's name is mentioned."

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plusone
2009-03-25 08:45 pm UTC (link)

Changed her life? That was one way to put it. She'd been crazy about him, throwing her heart and soul into working with him, fighting with him, and caring for him. There was little doubt in her mind that she'd have died for him, and many times she almost had. Jack had died for him, even if not permanently.

She gave a weak laugh, though, as Jack perked up over the mention of Jake. "Huge blue eyes, sweet as he can be, tries to act all tough but he's such a great guy. He and Mickey get on really well. You remember Mickey, right?" They'd only met the once, but it had been a relatively significant once. Margaret Blaine and all. "You'd like him, I think. Bad and tough on the outside and marshmallowey on the inside. Sound like anyone else you know?" Smiling, she rested her chin on his arm so she could look up at him. It was probably an ironic thought, but here in this crazy new place, she was more comfortable than she'd been since that horrible day in Canary Wharf.

"They'd love him if they met him," Rose concluded, her voice low. "It's hard not to. Even my mum warmed up to him before it was all over." Which it was. All over. God, here with Jack she'd almost forgotten. As hard as she was trying to find the right dimension, the odds were against her getting there in time. And if she didn't... Sighing, she closed her eyes for a moment.

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ex_notethest397
2009-03-29 02:03 am UTC (link)

Jack knew that he would always place himself between danger and the Doctor or Rose. He loved the both of them and, in truth, completely owed his life to them. The decision to travel with them had been an easy one. Between the Doctor's charm and charisma -- and Rose's personality -- how could he have refused?

"Huge blue eyes?" Jack asked, grinning. "If he has dark hair and a Welsh accent, I'm completely sold. Can't help it if I have a weakness for them." Strange, but most of his lovers had tended to look alike. Well, when one found a good match, why break from tradition? Jack snorted softly at the mention of Mickey. "Yes, I remember him. The bloke who thought I was captain of the innuendo squad." Jack shook his head ever so slightly. He'd been none too impressed with Mickey to be quite honest. But he was a friend of Rose's so he'd put on the smile and feign liking him for her sake. Playfully, Jack stuck his tongue out at Rose. "No idea who you're talking about whatsoever. I don't know anyone who fits that description."

She rested her chin on his arm and he shifted enough to almost cuddle against her. It felt good, natural, and so right to be sitting like this. One never realised how much they had missed a person until they were suddenly thrust back into their lives once more. Now, holding Rose against himself, Jack almost didn't want to let go. "God, I've missed you," he found himself saying, realising belatedly that he spoke aloud instead of thinking the sentiment. "Funny, but this place now, suddenly, seems bearable."

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plusone
2009-03-29 02:25 am UTC (link)

Mmm, blokes with dark hair, blue eyes, and Welsh accents did sound impossibly irresistible. Of course, at the moment her focus was on a bloke with dark hair, blue eyes, and an American accent. He'd changed so much, but he was right. After living some two-thousand years, how could he not have?

"Missed you, too," she told him, leaning into him, simply breathing. "Course, I also thought you were dead." Rose laughed a bit sarcastically at that. After all, now that she knew the truth, it was rather funny, wasn't it? In a back-from-the-dead mate sort of way.

But she knew what he meant. For the first time in a long time, she was truly comfortable. Perhaps he wasn't her Doctor. Their Doctor. But having him there helped ease the void. No, she didn't have her mum or her dad, or her precious baby brother. But this was like a piece of home. Her real home, before Torchwood and the ghosts and the war that ripped her from everything she knew. He was a comfort she hadn't expected when landing in this unknown place, but God, was she grateful.

Shifting a bit, Rose moved so her arms were wrapped more firmly around him, even at the awkward angle the chair provided. "It helps," she confirmed, breathing in a scent she now recognized as life. And, the longer one lived it, the longer it became a part of them. She'd learned that over years of travel with one who'd lived his own number of years. "Having you here? It really, really helps."

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-04 01:30 pm UTC (link)

Given Jack's track record with them, they were impossible to resist. He had tried, failed and had over the course of the years resigned himself to his fate. Truth be told, Jack wondered how he would have been in terms of his personality had he not encountered the Doctor and Rose -- but decided very quickly that it was something he didn't want to contemplate.

"I'll let you in on a secret," Jack murmured, tipping her head up ever so slightly."Until I saw the Doctor again, I thought you were too. I thought Canary Wharf had been your end. Never saw your name, but still..." He had been afraid that she'd been a victim of that whole debacle and he would have (figuratively speaking) wanted to kill himself if he let anything happen to her.

No, he wasn't their Doctor but in a sense, he was as close to the man as they'd get at the present. If both of them had been caught up in all of this, perhaps it was possible for others to come. Jack wouldn't turn down an opportunity to see the Doctor again. Not in the slightest.

Jack nudged Rose ever so slightly, moving her to the side so h e could fully sit on the chair, pulling her into his arms when the armrest wasn't making itself intimately known. (And, really, to dig into his arse like that, he should be bought dinner first.) Jack carded his fingers through her hair, taking as much comfort from their closeness as she most likely was. "I agree Rose Tyler," Jack said, closing his eyes and resting his cheek against her temple. "Not that it isn't easy to strike up friendships? Or... anything else besides," He said, laughing. "But I'd choose you and the Doctor anyday to travel with. Or be stuck in the middle of some godforsaken universe." The laugh turned bitter for a moment. "At least there aren't any Daleks around. Thank god for small favours."

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plusone
2009-04-05 01:14 am UTC (link)

Rose curled up against him automatically. He was awfully warm for a dead man. Her arms slid around his middle and her head buried against his chest. It was an instinctive move, like a child seeking comfort while wounded. "I did die," she whispered, the words spoken against his chest. "As far as your world is concerned, Mum and I both died that day. We're on the list of the dead, if you read." And a part of her really had died. Maybe not in the physical sense, but she'd been entirely numb since she'd been left on the other side of the wall. Little made her happy anymore, with the exception of watching Tony play or working on her dimension cannon.

She absently rubbed circles into those previously discussed well-worked abdominals, finding comfort in any sort of touch. "I've met some pretty strange people here," she admitted, though a tiny, tired smile played across her features. "But some really wonderful ones, too. Some of them seem really...nice. Is it wrong to admit that?" It felt like she ought to hate everyone involved in this world keeping her from her mission. But she couldn't, because some of them had been so bloody accepting, and who was she to fight that? It was like the old days, really, finding a new adventure in a new world and meeting the people and acclimating to them there.

Carefully, she swung her legs over the tops of his so she was all but nestled in his lap. But really, there was only so much room in the chair and they both should be comfortable, after all. "Kinda missed this, you know." She'd loved it, annoying the Doctor hand in hand with Jack. Sure, part of her had hoped it was making him jealous, but having Jack on board had also been a bit like having her very own playmate and cuddle buddy.

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-05 02:50 am UTC (link)

Everything about Jack was extremely warm-blooded, thank you very much. The dead part had nothing to do with it. He just couldn't die, that didn't mean that he was a walking zombie or anything -- that was Owen's gig, not his. The words she spoke may have been muffled but Jack could make them out. No, he had seen the lists -- had seen her name, he was too used to lying and too used to making others believe what he wanted them to. "I know," he finally said, voice soft. He'd felt a part of himself die when he read her name and he had no desire to relive that feeling.

Jack made a sound of contentment in the back of his throat as her hands moved across his stomach. It felt better than he expected it to, this contact between them. He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent and just taking comfort. "No, it's not wrong to admit that. We've both met people spread all across the galaxies and there isn't anything wrong with saying some of them are nice. Hell, too? If we're stuck here with them, may as well make friends." Though, truth be told, Jack's definition of 'friends' was very different from most.

She swung around and one of Jack's hands came to rest on her arse, pulling her in close. And maybe his hand stayed there, getting in a quick grope as well. Jack was only human -- if an immortal one at that. "Missed it too," Jack replied, his other arm wrapping around her, that pesky hand on her arse giving another squeeze. Yes, Jack was shameless and he knew it. "Hell, I was afraid I'd never see you again. Having you here? Is just bloody fantastic."

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plusone
2009-04-05 10:52 am UTC (link)

Rose gave a tiny yelp, but was too weak from the night's revelations to do anything in retaliation but giggle and roll her eyes. "Scoundrel, indeed," she scolded, but her head still found a place in the crook of his neck and she didn't make any sort of effort to pull away. In fact, she sort of welcomed the contact, no matter how impish it might've been. It'd been an awfully long time since she'd let anyone touch her, especially so intimately. If she allowed too much physical comfort, it would make the whole ordeal real. She snuggled Tony, partially because he was just a baby and had no control over her life, and partially because he hadn't been there when the world had fallen apart on her. And, from time to time, when she desperately needed it, she'd fall into Jackie's arms, exhausted and weary. Even Mickey's attempts at comfort were shrugged off, and she'd known him nearly her whole life.

"I guess if we're stuck here, there are worse people I could be stuck with," she teased, breathing in that smell that was distinctly Jack. She'd grown to rely so much on her senses, and scent had become a huge one for her. Perhaps it was the way the Doctor had always been able to gain clues about everything by his sense of smell, or maybe it was just her strongest point, but it was a bit easier. "I mean, witches? Please, I can deal with that. 51st Century Time Agents? Tolerable." So long as they were Dalek-free, she figured she was making out just fine.

Her eyes closed slightly as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. It wasn't that long hoped-for rhythm of two hearts beating in time together, but it was nearly as good considering the fact that his heart was beating at all, and she'd been so afraid it wasn't. "You're terribly comfortable, you know that? S'like, you should be all hard and uncomfy, being all muscle, but you're not." And now she was rambling, and would likely regret it in the morning, but he'd seen her during some pretty miserable times, so this couldn't be much worse.

That, however, didn't stop her from reaching behind her and moving his hand up slightly to the small of her back. A sly smile played on her face, though she never opened her eyes.

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-14 06:10 pm UTC (link)

Jack knew that there was very little that he could do that would cause Rose to pull away. Outside of openly groping her front -- which, well, tempting but he didn't fancy the accompanying slap. Not when they were the only ones here and he needed Rose for companionship. So he'd refrain from the open groping and just go for the hand on the arse.

"I could think of a couple people," Jack replied, mind instantly picturing the Master or an army of Daleks. Those, though, were definitely the worst case scenarios. "Besides, things are always more fun when I'm here, aren't they?" He asked, lightly rubbing her back, his cheek resting against her hair. The scent was so uniquely Jack-- the 51st century pheromones he had always teased Ianto about. "Us Time Agentsare only tolerable?" Jack asked. "I think I should be offended."

Jack smiled, resting back against the chair and arranging Rose all the more comfortably in his lap. He honestly had no intention of moving for quite some time and Jack had a feeling Rose felt the same way."Oh, I've heard it once or twice," Jack said with a chuckle. "Or maybe that's a couple hundred times. A man loses track after a while." Grinning, Jack tightened his arms around Rose, taking as much comfort from their closeness as he could. "It's all in where the muscle is," Jack said. "And, surprisingly, I look even better now under all this than I did on Satellite 5. You'll have to investigate."

Rolling his eyes as she moved his hand, he let it rest there for a moment before moving it back to her arse. "For support, y'see," he said, even though his grin was lost. Jack may not have been able to drift off to sleep, but he didn't mind serving as a warm-blooded body pillow either.

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