Characters: Jack Harkness, Mal Reynolds, Roy Miller, Bridget Frostheart
Rating: R for language and violence
Trigger Warnings: None anticipated
Location: Back streets of the town
Day and Time: Night of Monday 4/Tuesday 5 July, straight after
Jack's fight with Ianto.Status: Open to any who are okay with having their heads bitten off by a frustrated Jack. Alternatively, I'm quite happy to leave it as a solo thread. :-) Closed now they're in Mal's apartment
After having stormed out of his house, Jack was faced with the decision of where to go. Until the day before, the decision would have been easy: John. John would not only have let him work off his frustration (in very wonderful ways), but he would have
understood. But John was gone. So was Isaack, who wouldn’t have understood so much but still would have been very happy to help him let off steam. That left Eric, but Jack didn’t quite feel he could face Eric’s cocky derision just yet.
Maybe later.
He couldn’t think of anyone else who might understand, and frankly, he wasn’t sure he wanted company yet anyway. He was too angry, hurt and confusion swirling round in his head. How the hell had that
happened? He and Ianto had always had that unspoken agreement not to talk about things and until recently it had usually worked!
Furious, Jack set off into the trees, heading away from the village. Far less likely to bump into someone there, and he could work off some of his aggression that way too.
There was only so far one could go, though, before the mountains got too steep, and eventually he had to curve back towards the town. He didn't like the sounds of what he was sure were wolves either. Tempting as it was to punish Ianto by letting him come across Jack's dead body ravaged by wolves, Jack didn't really feel like dying tonight. So he angled his path back towards the town, and decided that since he had all this nervous energy jangling around his body, he might as well put it to use. He was going to need somewhere to sleep tonight, after all, and his 'den' had a bedframe but nothing comfortable to actually sleep
on as yet.
Thus it was that anyone out in the small hours of that night might come across Jack Harkness manhandling a kingsize mattress across the town, balanced precariously on two shopping trolleys. It kept overbalancing and there was a lot of swearing going on.