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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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jeopardysfriend
2009-10-22 01:25 am UTC (link)

She'd knock Jack Harkness down as many pegs as she liked if he kept that up. Sliding off of his lap, Rose settled at his side, nestling herself against his side. Just because she didn't want to be that close didn't by any means mean she didn't need the closeness he offered. "Jack, I spent my entire life without a dad to get in the way, and Mum always trusted my choices. Don't you go ruining this for me." Well. Jackie had almost always trusted her. And the one time she'd put up a fight had been Jimmy Stone. And she had been right to. But that was different! Chris wasn't like Jimmy at all.

Then again, how well did she actually know the guy? Still... "Just don't grill him, Jack, please? I'm just getting to know him, I don't need my big bad immortal military man scaring the crap out of him. Besides..." she added with a wicked little grin, "he's a witch. He's magical. Wouldn't want to take that on, would you?" She looked up at Jack with a smirk, tweaking his chin with her thumb and forefinger. "And so freaking hot, while we're at it."

And not the Doctor. Either of them. Because as much as she loved Jack, he'd never once made her feel the way that damn alien did. No matter how hot he was. But she could support his ego just the same. Or...well, maybe not. Someone had to keep him in line. "Besides, Jack, I know you think you're the greatest thing since Raxacoricofallapatorian bread, but...no. You've never hurt me like that and if you did...I wouldn't be fawning all over you, that's for sure."

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capt_harkness
2009-10-28 02:01 am UTC (link)

But it wasn't nice to knock Jack down pegs. He didn't like it and he didn't take too kindly to being knocked down either. He liked being right where he was, thank you very much. Jack grumbled when Rose slid off his lap so he did the next best thing, shifted so that he had a leg on either side of her, chin resting on her shoulder. And, once again, he was back to being perhaps far too close for comfort. Again. As always.

"I'm not ruining anything, I'm just making sure you're taking care of yourself," Jack replied. "And best of all, you can threaten to cut my head off if you get pissed at me and it'll grow right back!" The mocking smile faded as Jack craned his head around a bit further to actually look at Rose. "Big bad immortal military man scaring the crap out of him? Now, would I ever do a thing like that?" Jack asked innocently. "I would never, ever, ever do that. And even if I would... what do I care about some guy who is magical? What part of 'big bad immortal military man' did we forget about?" Jack pouted then. "Come on. Don't call him hot when you have me around. You'll bruise my ego. Irreparably."

"If I hurt you, I'd be doing everything in my power to get you back," Jack said, squeezing his arms around her waist. "And, for the record, I don't think I am -- I know I am the greatest thing since sliced Raxacoricofallapatorian bread. And that's some damn good bread too."

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