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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-17 10:08:00

Entry tags:

!active, day 23, jack harkness, location: gym, rose tyler

Who: Jack Harkness and Rose Tyler
What: Rose could use some common sense right now...who knew it'd be Jack?!?
When: Day 23, Late afternoon
Where: The Gym
Rating: Rated Jack for crudeness, swearing, and potential leering ;)
Status: Active

The bodies were gone, but the memory of them lying there still lingered. Rose could close her eyes and easily picture her best mate's future self, or Chris' dead mother. Who the hell were these people that they even had the ability to do it? And why, if they were so keen on studying people and their reactions, would they be so willing to let them die?

And the most terrifying thought in her head...could Chris possibly be next?

She'd been taking shifts by that point, watching over the sickly Whitelighter. She and Connor tended to switch on and off, but sometimes they sat and shared idyll chit chat. Why not? It was likely going to be a long night for anyone who cared at all about Chris. And there really wasn't much they could do except keep the wound as clean as possible and get fluid into him. At that point, it was basically wait and see.

But waiting meant time to think, and thinking wasn't exactly beneficial for her. She thought about the Time Lords, both of them, and what they meant to her future self. She thought about home and how much she missed her mum, and even Mickey. She thought about a future without the Doctor and hated Remy LeBeau all over again. Really, it wasn't a good day to be Rose, was it?

Leaving Connor at Chris' side, she wandered the gym, afraid to go any further than that. If the worst happened, she'd be there. She wouldn't be one of those who ran in fear when the darkness came. If travelling with the Doctor had taught her nothing, it was to face fear and pain and death head on. He'd survived the loss of his entire planet; she could face losing one person, no matter who it was. Even when the day came that it'd be him.

The thought caused her to choke up all over again. She stood at the front door to the gymnasium, looking out at the suffocating darkness. She was sure the sun would have to come back up sooner or later. But who would still be around to see it?

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capt_harkness
2009-09-18 03:19 am UTC (link)

For the time being, Martha's body had been moved into a spare area of the museum until they could figure out what to do with the bodies. The longer the day wore on, the worse the smell got and Jack was wondering what they should do with them. If they didn't want the stench to start permeating, they either needed to bury or burn -- but something had to be done and soon.

Wanting to see what the state was elsewhere, Jack left the museum and stepped out into the oppressive heat still wearing his greatcoat. Why yes, Jack Harkness was a masochist. Coat open and shirt mostly unbuttoned, Jack walked through the darkness, ignoring the heat as best as he could. Winding his way through, Jack found the gym appearing in the distance and the closer he got, Jack realised it was Rose standing in the doorway.

God, he'd never been so happy to see her. Maybe she had actually listened to him when it came to behaving. He raised a hand in greeting, smiling at her. Maybe some good could come of the day -- well, outside of the norm of 'good' things.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-09-18 02:14 pm UTC (link)

First instinct told her to just throw herself into those familiar arms and weep for a bit, but she'd already done her share of that a few days before. Now, Rose only offered Jack a weak smile and a nod of her head, instinctively turning a bit to check that the situation behind her in the gym was the same. Everything seemed fine, but lord knew how quickly that could change. So she didn't stray, only wiggled her fingers at him in a gesture to urge him over.

After all, he'd known the other man. And he knew him well enough to know that he hadn't really gone. It was something she needed just then, a solid figure who couldn't die. Even if that was the greatest curse for anyone to manage that she could think of. It helped her at the moment, and the selfish part of her treasured that.

"Busy?" she called as he got closer, tilting her head in what she hoped was an inviting way. She wouldn't blame him for not wanting to come closer. The place still reeked of death.