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Shannon Rutherford ([info]ballerinadreams) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-05 13:28:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 06, jack harkness, location: gas station, shannon rutherford, the doctor (ten)

Day Six - Evening
Who: Jack Harkness, the Doctor, and Shannon Rutherford
What: Chance meeting with a healthy side of Weevils
When: Day Six, evening (after sun down)
Where: Gas Station/Convenience Store
Rating: TBA but probably at least PG-13
Status: Active



Karma was a real bitch. As well as the previous day had gone for Shannon, by the end of the evening, it had turned right back around and today was not much better. As if it wasn't bad enough not only waking up naked with a complete stranger, she'd compounded it by letting herself fall into the belief that he had been someone else entirely, only to turn around and insinuate that he was a rapist and a stalker. That whole situation had been beyond embarrassing and she didn't like to think about it. Way to start off on the wrong foot. Then the whole thing with Dean had gone downhill far faster than it had gotten to the top of the hill to begin with and that made her stomach unsettle with nerves when she thought of it, so that too was pushed away.

She'd gone to the gas station yesterday to stock up on water and breakfast bars, but she'd gotten interrupted pleasantly by getting sidetracked by the travel-sized toiletries and then by meeting up with Domeki again. She'd all but completely forgotten to finish stocking her backpack. Now, it was fucking cold outside and her stomach was rumbling with hunger, not to mention the fact that she was thirsty. So, Shannon layered the tank top she'd arrived in with a long-sleeved shirt she'd found at the thrift store as well as her own sweater and lastly the hoodie pulled down over the whole of it all. The hood was pulled up over her head and the strings drawn tightly to keep the cold off her head and ears when she walked the short trek alone to the gas station, with her chin tucked down and her arms around herself as she shivered.

As soon as she was inside, she untied and pushed back the hood, shuddering against the cold as the door closed behind her. Her eyes went briefly to the trash can she and Jay had lit a fire in a few days ago. It seemed like forever since then. Shannon wasn't terribly in love with the idea of going back out in the cold very soon, so actually, she didn't think that starting a new trash can fire was such a bad idea. She could hang out here for a little bit and warm up before going back. And one of these days, when the weather wasn't so shitty, maybe she'd actually remember to steal the trash can to make a fire back at the museum...

Crossing the convenience store, Shannon picked up a bottle of lighter fluid and a few packs of the car-wash towels she'd found before, making her way back to the trash can. She ripped open the packages of the towels and dropped half of them in before squirting them with lighter fluid and picking up a lighter from the counter. Striking it, she lit one end of one of the remaining towels and when it went up, she dropped it, too, into the trash can, the bottle of lighter fluid wrapped in it, and scrambled back in time to avoid being in the line of fire when the flames shot up into the air from inside the trash can. Once the flames had calmed a little, Shannon started picking up broken pieces left over from the stool that had been and dropped them into the fire. Standing in front of the trash can, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to keep warm, Shannon suddenly realized how very, very alone she was in this horrible place, no matter what Sam Winchester said to make her stop crying two nights previous, nor what Jay told her to keep her from starting to cry earlier that same day.

"God, I hate it here..." she mumbled to herself, dipping her head slightly to catch some of the fire's heat on her face.



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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-06 09:44 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor needed to make a trip to the convenience store. Well, it's not that he really needed much of anything - it was just that he had to stop work on the modulator. So far, no speaker had turned up, so no matter how much he prepped to land the wires there were no wires to land.

He'd left the museum with a funky knapsack at his side, and intended to make it to the gas station and back before anyone would notice he was gone. He was up for first watch this evening, so it was imperative he be there on time. The Doctor, of course, didn't like the idea of disappointing Shannon or Sam after they'd been kind enough to let him share their roof.

Coming up to the dirty glass doors, the Doctor spied the faintest yellow glow from inside. Certain it wasn't light bulbs he couldn't help but wonder who was living there these days. "Hello! Anybody home? He called, pushing the door open a smidge and peeking inside.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-06 10:02 pm UTC (link)
At the sound of someone walking into the gas station, Shannon looked up, rubbing her hands together over the fire when the flames had died down enough for her to do so safely. She had waited to make sure that nothing else she'd dropped in would spontaneously combust or something; that would be decidedly bad.

"Doctor?" she called out, thinking maybe she recognized the voice and the accent as his. The only voice she really knew that she could pull out of a crowd for certain at this point was Domeki's, although she thought maybe Sam and the Doctor were pulling for close second with the amount of time she had spent with them both. She smiled slightly as she peeked around one of the shelves and noticed the hair first and foremost. "Hey, back here trying to keep from freezing my ass off," she called, smirking.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-06 10:09 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor was fantastic with voices - perhaps it was due to years of having the TARDIS' hum as a constant companion that intonation and vibration became almost an intimate language unto itself? In any event, as he stepped inside and recognized Shannon huddled there in front of the barrel he grinned.

"It is quite cold, isn't it?" He asked, closing the gap between the door and her, his hands buried deep in his pockets. "Looks like someone was playing with firecrackers," he remarked, looking at the charred ceiling and the blackened displays. In fact, he even caught a brief hint of the fire extinguisher's remnants. "Who would do something foolish like that, lighting this place on fire?"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-06 10:17 pm UTC (link)
Shannon looked up and noticed the blackened ceiling. "Yeah, I saw that. I wondered if maybe somebody tried to do this," she said, nodding down at the fire in the barrel, "and fucked it up with too much lighter fluid or something," she laughed. "But, I like your firecracker theory more. Makes more sense."

She rubbed her hands together again and leaned closer to the fire, because her nose was cold, still. "So, you were saying about the drawings in your journal...?" she prodded with a small smirk to let him know that he wasn't off the hook; she remembered and was still curious.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-06 10:25 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor grew oddly cautious. It was always a strange moment when he let someone in. He could count on one hand the number of people who seriously knew about him since the time war - Rose, Jack, Martha, Donna. Each reacted differently, of course. It was always sort of hard to know just how a human would react to being told they weren't alone in the universe. Or, in Jack's case, that they weren't quite as unique as they'd thought.

"Well, they were sketches of the TARDIS, which is essentially my home," he started, feeling his way through as he went. "My home, my world, it was destroyed in the Time War." There, that was easy enough. Though, he hadn't yet broached the subject of species just yet.

"So, when I said I didn't have a home, truth is I don't. I travel in the TARDIS, but I can never go back there." even if it travels through time and space.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-06 10:30 pm UTC (link)
The smirk on Shannon's face fell away when he said that his world had been destroyed in what he had said was the Time War. She was a little more likely to believe that maybe he was from Kaylee's time, then. Or at least in the future. He looked human enough to her, so she assumed he was...and Kaylee had said that humans had vacated Earth in her time. Or rather, long before her time. Maybe whatever world he'd moved to was what he was talking about. She furrowed her brow sympathetically. "I'm sorry," she said a little awkwardly, not having meant to dredge up bad memories to make conversation.

He said he traveled in the TARDIS, whatever that was, and she wondered if that was what he'd meant by promising no airplanes. "Maybe I'm being predictable here but...what's a TARDIS?"

It then struck her that he had said he was from 2008...and that didn't add up. "Wait, what? Hang on, I thought you said you were from the 21st century..." she said, furrowing her brow again a bit in confusion and hugging herself against the cold as she stepped a little closer to the fire, rubbing her hands up and down on her arms.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-05-07 07:57 am UTC (link)
Jack ached all over, and not in the pleasant 'just rolled out of bed following a fantastic shag' sort of ache either. Yes, old habits came back easily and he wasn't as bad with hand-to-hand combat, but the simple fact remained that he missed his old tools. Old tools were what had gotten him through many a scrape without much loss of life or limb. At least, nothing that didn't grow back after a few days. Still, Jack patted his belt where the Webley's holster should have been and sighed.

Some things you didn't get over losing. Really, at least the Vortex Manipulator could be seen as clothing, right? Excluding the micro-computer that lived inside, of course.

Which was why Jack found himself wandering in the direction of the convenience store. There had to be something in there that he could adapt into the 'Weevil Mace' and start passing around to some of the people here. Strange, as much as he hated the things, after studying Janet for so long he couldn't help but feel that pang of regret when one was harmed. Too many years of living with the aliens, of following in the Doctor's footsteps.

Approaching the convenience store, Jack grinned when he heard the Doctor's voice, accompanied by a woman he didn't know. Well then. He poked his head in just as she asked what the TARDIS was. "TARDIS," Jack translated. "Time And Relative Dimension In Space, also known as T-A-R-D-I-S. TARDIS." He flashed her a grin, then, looking at the Doctor, attempted to look abashed. "Unless you wanted to show off."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-07 09:45 pm UTC (link)
"T---" The Doctor started, all ready to explain the TARDIS for what it was worth. That was until he'd heard an all too familiar voice over his shoulder. Had the Doctor not already run in to Jack he'd have been caught cold and not quite as prepared with a response as he was then.

"Jack this is Shannon; Shannon this is Jack," The Doctor started. "Ah, that's good, you've both met," Compulsory introductions over, there might be a slight decline in the level of Jack's flirtatiousness. Maybe.

He turned his attention back to Shannon. "Well, the TARDIS explains that - Time; I travel through time and space."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-07 09:56 pm UTC (link)
Before the Doctor could answer her question, Shannon heard another voice and looked over the Doctor's shoulder at the man approaching. She gave a quick facial shrug of approval; he had to be Captain Jack, judging by the military style coat and the fact that he knew what the hell the Doctor was talking about when he said TARDIS. Jack had said to Shannon in the journals that he'd traveled with the Doctor at some point. It wasn't terribly difficult to put the pieces together.

She grinned back at him slightly, tucking her hair behind her ears and opening her mouth to introduce herself when the Doctor interrupted to do the honors for her. "Nice to meet you," she replied earnestly. Old enough to be her father, but still looking pretty good, she thought. She'd say as much out loud, too, to give the guy due credit, except she was already in over her head in the men department, so she decided against it.

Looking back at the Doctor, Shannon raised her eyebrows. "Time travel? Like...Back to the Future type stuff?" she asked. "Like, for real?" At this point, she was liable to believe just about anything and the Doctor had no reason that she could think of to lie to her, so that combined with the trust she had in him, made her lean toward believing him, however unbelievable it actually sounded. Then, her eyes moved back to Jack. "Did he pick you up during the second World War and drop you off in the 21st century or something - I like the coat; it looks warm and all, but seriously?"

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-05-07 10:11 pm UTC (link)
Didn't really matter if Shannon was over her head in men -- that had never bothered Jack before. He slid up next to her following the Doctor's introductions and flashed her one of his ever-famous, one-hundred percent flirtatious smiles as he took h er hand. "Ah yes, Shannon. We've spoken several times before but it's wonderful to finally meet you. Even if the Doctor does tend to leave off my title. I think he prefers to believe himself the only one with a title. Captain... Doctor," he said, pointing at himself and the Doctor respectively.

Still holding Shannon's hand, Jack gave her a wink and lifted her hand to his lips, brushing his lips across it. Jack Harkness was a charmer and no amount of life-or-death situations would ever change that fact. The day Jack didn't flirt... well, many civilizations would come to a screeching halt.

"No, no Dalorean," Jack said, pleased he actually knew a cultural reference beyond 1950. It was music he didn't pay attention to. Movies at the cinema were another story all together. "Just an old fashioned police call box that he's attached to for one reason or another." He shook his head, smoothing down the lapels of his greatcoat. "No such thing. The coat is mine and saw many a battle. Seriously, what? I know it's hard to wrap your head around time travel. But it does exist."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-07 10:34 pm UTC (link)
The Captain, it appeared, thought he would yet again turn on the charm and try and work his ways on Shannon. "Jack," The Doctor scolded, he didn't even need to say what he was thinking - he was certain after so many encounters with Jack thus far, Jack was fully aware what his tone implied.

"Old fashioned? I'd say it's more like a classically designed model," his brow crimped a bit wondering if Jack really meant to call the old girl old-fashioned. She was, after all, traveling in a time millennia before she was even invented.

"Of course it exists," He wasn't quite sure where to expound upon beyond that. Was this really the right time to tell her that he'd two hearts, a respiratory bipass system and the ability to regenerate? The Doctor was thinking not quite yet.

The Doctor was about to remark about the novelty of his TARDIS when he stopped short -- was that some rattling just outside the window? "Shhhhh - he said, raising a finger to his lips and making eyes at Jack to try and direct his attention.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-07 10:59 pm UTC (link)
Shannon blushed slightly and smirked back at Jack. Without looking back at the Doctor when she heard the scolding tone in his voice, she moved to tuck her hair again with her free hand. "I don't mind," she said simply. Because what woman would mind that sort of attention from a good looking, self-assured man like Jack?

"What's it look like on the outside?" Shannon asked, looking back at the Doctor. "You drew the inside..." she pointed out. Her eyes flitted back to Jack and she smirked again, raising her eyebrows. "I'm starting to believe just about anything. I meant 'seriously' the coat," she clarified. "It's a bit much, don'tcha think?" Being a bit flirtatious herself, Shannon winked at him and opened her mouth to make another remark on his sense of fashion before being interrupted by the Doctor shushing them both.

She shut up immediately and strained her ears for whatever sound the Doctor thought he'd heard. For a few moments there was nothing, and then she, too, heard a rattling sound outside. And then, a second later, a low sad-sounding wail. Shannon froze. She knew that sound already quite well. It was the sound that the Weevils, as Jack had called them, had made to call out to one another. Her breath caught and then she sighed. "I'll get the beer..." she muttered with a frown and a roll of her eyes.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-05-07 11:18 pm UTC (link)
Oh, yes, he had heard the tone -- but Jack was also quite good at ignoring the scolding tone. Particularly when he'd heard it so many times before. And besides, as Jack pointed in Shannon's direction, she was enjoying it -- or so his expression stated.

Jack had meant to call the TARDIS that, if only for what she looked like, not implying that the machine itself was old fashioned. "It looks like... well, it looks a Police Call Box, circa nineteen-sixty." Jack, once more, smoothed down the greatcoat, and posed, as if checking himself out in a mirror. "It's not at all 'a bit much'. First of all, it's an officer's greatcoat." He pointed to the shoulders. "Captain by the braidings. And is the authentic, genuine article from nineteen-forty. And warm as helltoo."

He'd heard the sound too and had already flicked his gaze towards the window when the Doctor made eye-contact with him. And the sound. "They're mourning," Jack muttered under his breath. "They're... not used to deaths amongst their numbers. It's the cry of mourning."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-07 11:31 pm UTC (link)
"I haven't quite got round to fixing the chameleon circuit yet," he said, trying to defend the appearance of his TARDIS for the moment. He could fix it if he wanted to. Perhaps he was just used to the Police Box exterior by now. Perhaps even liked it - made it quite easy to find the TARDIS when he wanted to.

Jack was back to talking about his coat - and from the looks of it, he had another case of flirtatious revelry on his hands. Again. He'd been too slow this time - next time he'd better nip it in the bud.

"Mourning. The Doctor repeated, letting the term roll around his mind. "There's no need to kill them, Jack. Who's idea is that? No reason they can't just be herded off out of town and into the forest once we have the right tolls..." The Doctor's mind was flitting to the pharmacy - perhaps there they'd find the correct compounds of Weevil repellent.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-08 12:51 am UTC (link)
Looking back and forth between the two men, Shannon's eyebrows remained arched both with curiosity and amusement. It was almost as though they were having a silent tiff with one another; if she didn't know better, she'd think they were trying to impress her and while she wasn't sure about Jack, she felt she knew the Doctor well enough to know that if he'd wanted to impress her, he wouldn't have waited this long to try it. It was always amusing, though, to watch two grown men gently trying to one-up one another. At least it looked like that to her.

Her focus went to Jack again when he started talking about the coat again, defending it, she supposed. To each their own. It wasn't really what she'd consider at all fashionable, but he seemed proud of it and it suited him, somehow, so she gave him a tight-lipped, slightly amused grin and nodded. "Looks warm," she repeated appreciatively. Even as she said it, she went back to rubbing her hands together over the trash bin fire.

While Shannon had initially - and even just then - thought that the sound was sad, she hadn't really thought about it until Jack said it out loud. The creatures were mourning their lost comrades. It seemed grossly primitive, but at the same time, so intelligent. Shannon's eyes flitted downward guiltily. She hadn't hurt them before, at least. She felt better about that now even if the credit had gone to Dean for distracting them by spraying the beer; she'd wanted to beat them around the heads with a tree branch. Suddenly she felt very badly about that.

The Doctor's comment caught her attention again, though, and she looked not at him, but at Jack. "You never did say what you needed, I don't think," she said softly. "For the concoction you'd mentioned for them. Nothing here would work huh?" Shannon really, really didn't like the idea of sleeping in the gas station all night, but she had a feeling maybe only the beer thing was going to fly with somebody like Dean. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend time with the Doctor or, for that matter, Jack - even if she didn't know him at all, really - but the idea of spending the night coaxing them into wedging her between them on a grungy, sticky floor rather than back on her carefully hand-swept floor in the museum with Sam keeping her warm didn't make her very happy.

"So what do we do?" she asked, looking back at Jack and raising her eyebrows. "You're the expert, right? Will they just go away...?" Or are we stuck here for the night? she thought but didn't actually ask.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-05-08 10:47 am UTC (link)
"Never said I didn't like it, now did I?" Jack shot back. Hell, he did like it, but it didn't mean he wouldn't give the Doctor a good ribbing every now and then over it either. The silent tiff was more like an ongoiong argument between them -- Jack still didn't understand why the Doctor believed a simple 'hullo' was equivalent to flirting. A hello was nothing more than a hello. Really.

Jack was proud of the greatcoat and it did suit him: an out of time coat for the man not of his own time. Fitting, if one really gave it much thought. "I could help with that," Jack said, an impish smiling settling on his face. He took a step towards her and the makeshift flame, dropping his arm around her shoulder with a full-on grin. "More than enough extra body heat to go around." Now the Doctor could chide him for the flirting.

The smile faded from his face, however, as the talk turned to the Weevils. "I don't know. I've only heard the sound several times before but there's no mistaking it. I've heard of several who are killing them, mostly because they don't know what they are. They're alien and aggressive, of course the first reaction is murder." Jack drew his lips into a thin line, looking at the Doctor. "I've never killed one. Captured, yes. Studied, yes, but not killed." As if to say 'my Torchwood wasn't the bad one'.

"There's two options. Either I can go out there and distract them long enough for you both to escape or we stay here the night." His arm dropped from Shannon's shoulders as he backed away, slowly walking through the aisles. "If there was anything like mace around here, it would be a decent start. Cleaning supplies too would help but the problem is pressurising it."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-08 10:11 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor watched as Shannon, consciously or not, egged Jack's behavior on. "Don't encourage him, Shannon," the Doctor advised having seen Jack's hellos turn from just 'hello' to flirtatious at the speed of the TARDIS through the time vortex before.

Jack, as if on cue, upped the ante, closing the space between he and Shannon and offering to share his body heat. It was all the Doctor could do to give Jack a simple look of 'knock it off' before walking to the window and taking a peek outside. There was only one visible weevil out there - but that didn't mean there weren't more further back in the treeline; or worse, up against the building.

"I hope that's not going to be the tactic of that Night watch - to go out Weevil hunting," the Doctor shared quite openly his disapproving look at the mere notion. Though, as Jack offered his alibi for Torchwood te Doctor was unresponsive. He trusted Jack, and while he believed that his fried hadn't harmed the Weevils, that didn't mean other members of the organization hadn't. Bloody Torchwood.

Hearing Jack's mention of cleaning supplies the doctor thought of the first day in the building and walked behind the counter. There, on the floor, were a couple of small bottles of cleaning solvent. Sure, they weren't an arsenal - but they could at least phase them, right? Setting the bottles on the counter the Doctor sighed. It wasn't his usual MO to go about harming creatures - especially creatures in mourning, but what choice did he have?

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-09 12:22 am UTC (link)
Shannon opened her mouth to protest when the Doctor told him not to encourage Jack, because she really hadn't, but then Jack seemed to take her remark about how warm his coat looked as an invite she hadn't been giving. The attention was nice, but... "I'll be okay," she said gently, giving Jack a small, grateful smile before moving to extract herself from the hold. ...except she couldn't quite make herself actually move away from him because, dammit, he was really warm and she was still really cold. That wasn't to say, however, that she felt entirely comfortable there with Jack's arm draped around her, especially in the midst of all the boy trouble she'd inadvertently started as it was. She had enough on her plate without Captain Charm trying to make a move, if that was what he was up to.

Her eyes flitted back and forth between the two men as they talked about the creatures like they'd known them forever. It gave her the chills, if she was honest, and she may or may not have actually shivered at the thought, but she wouldn't have noticed if she had, given she'd grown so accustomed to shivering lately that it was practically second nature. She unwittingly started to move closer to Jack, since he was proving to be a pretty damn good source of warmth - gotta be the coat, she thought - but then he dropped his arm from her shoulders and backed away to walk through the aisles. "There's gotta be cleaning supplies..." she thought aloud, wrapping her arms around herself again in the absence of Jack's body heat. She furrowed her brow as she started back toward the disgusting bathroom, because it was the first place she could think of where cleaning supplies would be. Pressurized, though, Jack had said, and she didn't think that they'd end up having very good luck finding anything like that...

And then an idea occurred to her when she came up empty for what she'd been looking for. Coming back out of the bathroom, she cleared her throat. "Uh, how skittish are they?" she asked. "I mean...would something loud scare them off, you think? If they didn't see where it came from?" She paused and then gave an impish grin. "It's just..." she pointed to the scorch marks on the ceiling. "I heard in the journals that somebody set off fireworks in here and that's what that's from...that'd be really fucking loud, right? If we set one off outside?" It was worth a shot. Wouldn't hurt the ugly, creepy ass things, so the Doctor would be happy, and maybe Jack, as well, for all she knew. She couldn't quite get a read on where he stood on the things. She, personally, did not like the idea of tangling with them ever again. And she wanted to get home. Well..."home" anyway. So not staying here with these guys; Sam will flip a shit worrying...I'd be so pissed if the tables were turned, she thought, because it wasn't like she had her journal with her to leave him a note if she got held up with Jack and the Doctor and ended up having to stay.

It dawned on her, then, that Jack's first offered plan was to distract them long enough for she and the Doctor to escape. "Uh, okay, actually...I have a quick question," she said, looking pointedly at Jack as she approached the trash bin fire again. "You're telling everybody how nasty those Weevil things are but you just offered to play decoy. What's that about? Something special about you make them hold still or what?" she asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-05-11 12:11 am UTC (link)
"I'm innocent!" Jack protested, attempting to give the Doctor his best look of feigned innocence, complete with matching halo and wings. How successful he was, however, remained to be seen. Maybe, perhaps, standing with h is arm around Shannon wasn't doing much by way of proving the whole innocence thing. Jack, wisely, ignored the Doctor's look, smiling in response. 'Yes, I am this adorable' his non-verbal response seemed to say.

Jack nodded in agreement with the Doctor. "That's why I decided to join them. It's one thing to kill them if it's to get away. It's another to hunt them for sport. It's seeming like, lately, the latter is what's happening." Jack tightened his grip on Shannon when she moved closer to him and he was, honestly, using his body heat to keep her warm. If it had the added bonus of pulling a cute girl in against himself, well then, so much the better for him.

"Doctor..." Jack sighed, shaking his head. "I promise you. My Torchwood is not the one you know. I had pulled away from the Institute a long before Canary Wharf." He knew this wouldn't make any sense to Shannon and was, perhaps, a conversation for another time. "Nevermind. Later," He muttered, shoving his free hand into his trouser pocket.

Jack wandered through the rows of the store, listening to both of them speak. "It's hard to say. If they were pulled here like the rest of us were, it stands to reason they're skittish. There's times when they'll attack and others... when they won't. They're smarter than we give them credit for. Owen knew the most about them." And all that knowledge died with him, that little bit that hadn't been included in the archives. Though, not like archives were going to be helping him much either.

"Well, well, she realised what I had said," Jack teased lightly. "Yes, I said I'd play decoy and yes I know I said they were dangerous creatures." Well, he could either sugar coat it or...

"I can't die. Simple as that."

Or not.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-11 08:52 am UTC (link)
Certainly not oblivious, just playing ignorant, the Doctor pulled up a seat on top of the counter. Checking out the ingredients in the cleaning supplies he'd salvaged. Lots of bleach in these little bottles - he hoped that time hadn't rendered it too basic, or worse inactive.

Swinging his feet like a kid at the playground, he just listened to Jack, letting his mind work in quiet, yet furious fashion as he tried to plan. He didn't plan all that often, to it was kind of a rarity to get in a comfortable spot and actually be able to let his brain work for a moment. It wasn't like he had Daleks chasing him or Cybermen threatening the whole of London with thier upgrade tactics.

Taking his moment in the sun to undercut Jack for his dashing explanation of the TARDIS, the Doctor swooped in, "He had a side effect from an encounter with the Time Vortex - rendered him unable to die," yet,the Doctor mentally inserted. Face of Boe, the thought alone left a rather knowing smirk on the Doctor's face. Knowing all that has been, will be, and must not come to pass had it's advantages - one of which knowing your friend would wind up being a head in a jar one day and known as the oldest living creature in the universe.

"Just because you can't die, Jack, doesn't mean we ought to send you out there like cannon fodder while we have other viable options," Leaning back to peek over the counter again, the Doctor spied a few more firecrackers. Nearly laying on his side he flailed a moment before grasping them and setting them on the counter beside his questionable cleaning agents. He smiled cheekily at Shannon, who's idea it had actually been to use them

"Light the fireworks and run. I really enjoy running." He really did. Really, realy did.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-11 11:42 pm UTC (link)
Shannon furrowed her brow as she listened to Jack's response about the Weevils and their level of aggression. "Of course they were pulled in like we were...how the hell else would they get here? Unless... You don't think they're indigenous do you...?" she asked. Shaking her head as if to push that away and concentrate on what was going on right then and there, Shannon spoke again. "Fickle creatures..." she remarked. "Do they only really attack when provoked? Because then we just...you know, don't provoke them, right?" It seemed logical enough.

Jack's answer to the point she'd made received a blink in response. Can't die. Yeah fucking right. In fact, she'd opened her mouth to spout off her doubt when the Doctor actually backed up the claim. Shannon raised her eyebrows, looking back and forth between the two of them. Her eyes finally settled on Jack. "So, like, theoretically, those things could rip you to shreds and you'd just, what? Be a walking corpse or something? That's really creepy you know..." she pointed out, minding her tone so that it was equally as playful as it was incredulous.

When the Doctor spoke again, Shannon looked back at him. Other viable options? She wasn't so sure the cleaning stuff would work, because Jack had said that they'd need to be pressurized and Shannon didn't see anything in aerosol cans. But then the Doctor took out the fireworks and grinned at her. She was inclined to smile until he mentioned running.

"I really don't enjoy running," she said to him with a significant look. It wasn't a very far distance, but it'd be enough, she thought, with the air outside as cold as it was, to set off the asthma and while it was easily remedied with the inhaler, she was fairly certain she'd made it clear to the Doctor that she didn't like people knowing about it. If she had an attack and had to beeline for the inhaler stash when she got inside, not only would Jack probably see, but Sam might, too. Call her vain, but she was already trying to think of a compromise. She could hear Boone's voice in her head, already.

Since when is breathing not cool, Shan? She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, lest the two men she was actually with think she was rolling her eyes at either of them when that wouldn't have been the case.

"What if we rig them to go off in succession?" she suggested. "Buy us more time?" she asked the Doctor hopefully. "So, you know, we run out of here but then maybe..." she let her voice trail off. It sounded a lot better in her head before she'd vocalized it. She'd have to suck it up...unless she wanted to test the theory that Jack was somehow invincible. Letting out a heavy sigh, she gave the Doctor a wan smile and shook her head. "Never mind. Whatever we have to do. I'll live. I don't want to stay here with you guys tonight." She looked over at Jack and gave him an apologetic look. "No offense, of course," she said quickly, smirking in an attempt to lighten the potential blow to his ego.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-05-14 12:01 am UTC (link)
This was one of the rare cases when Jack wished he had more answers than he did. Hell, even having Owen around right now would have been a boon, Jack could have used a bit of his 'local' knowledge. "We don't know why they act the way they do. I call what they're doing 'mourning', but it's dangerous to anthropomorphise a creature that isn't human. It may seem like mourning, but it could be something else entirely. We don't even really know where they come from. They could be further evolved humans or another species entirely." Or what happens to us when whoever brought us here are done with the experiments. That, however, Jack wasn't about to voice.

Just because turn about was fair play didn't mean the Doctor could undercut Jack in such a manner. He had his whole 'thing' worked out as to how he'd explain his inability to die and why that consequently made him the perfect cannon fodder to get them out of the convenience store and safely. Furthermore, had Jack known what the Doctor was thinking, he would have been a decidedly unhappy camper. Particularly when one looked at how his life was going to end up. For a man as vain as he was, life inside a jar wasn't the way to go.

Imagine the wrinkles from being encased in water (or whatever it was the Face of Boe was held in stasis with).

"It is a viable option," Jack protested. "Hell, there's a chance one of 'em could be Janet." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "We had one captive to study and we named it Janet. Better than calling it 'Weevil' or 'It' all the time." He looked at Shannon and nodded. "They could rip me to shreds and I'd mend. It's not quite a walking corpse as I do die. Heartbeat stops and everything. Just... don't quite stay that way."

Laughing, Jack crossed to where the Doctor was standing with the firecrackers. "Better chance with these than with the cleaning supplies. God knows how long they've been sitting here. Might be as effective as water for all we know. But the firecrackers... toss them in their general direction and they should scatter and buy us time to get out. It'll either spook them enough to get us away, or it'll only be enough to run like hell." Jack sidled up next to Shannon, once more dropping an arm around her shoulder. "No offence taken," he replied. "Though I'm sure you'll change your mind later." He gave her a gallant bow, ignoring the look he was sure to get from the Doctor. "But if running's an issue, I'll carry you if you'd like."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-16 09:44 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor found himself sort of tuning Jack out. It wasn't an intentional thing - he just had his mind sent on what would be the best course of action. It wasn't that he didn't respect Jack's opinion, and his knowledge of Weevils was a bit more fresh than his own; but, he was burrowing through his brain trying to think of the best thing to do for Shannon.

The Doctor was at the window, watching the movements of the creatures as they moved with their highly animalized gait about the trees and brush, occaisionally stopping to exude one of those terribly sad wails. However. his mind was quite accutely fixed on his friends behind him. Jack, while he couldn't die should have to unnecessarily go through that process. Shannon, he recalled rather belatedly, was asthmatic - her comment about hating to run reminding him. Nothing like a Weevil to induce stress, and nothing like running to exagerate.

"Well, we know the firecrackers are quite effective," he remarked, pointing to the ceiling.

"I see three of them," his features bent into a pensive squint. "If we can distract them to the other side of the building with that window," he pointed over his shoulder, "It might buy us some time as well."

"Additionally, Jack, do you really want to show Shannon here your innards so soon? Best to leave that for the second or third meeting, yes?"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-16 10:12 pm UTC (link)
Jack's arm was around her again and Shannon gave him a somewhat incredulous look. The three of them were contemplating the best way to get out of the gas station and back to the museum alive and it was like Jack was in a whole different place. How he could still be flirting was beyond Shannon and it wasn't that she wasn't flattered, just that she was a little put off by the fact that he didn't seem to be taking it seriously.

Although, when he offered to carry her, she knit her brow and sighed. "I'd slow you down," she replied. "So, thanks, but it's a bad idea," she told him seriously. After a short pause, having looked back at the Doctor and waffling silently for a moment, she slid out of Jack's reach and took a few steps away, rubbing her forehead with her hand.

"I have asthma," she finally divulged. The Doctor already knew and Jack would find out soon enough, she was pretty damn certain. "With me freaking out about those stupid things out there, it's gonna kick in real fast. So, yeah, I can run by myself, I just...don't know how far I can go, without, you know,having to stop or passing out." Her cheeks flushed and she paced the room. Just thinking about it was making her chest feel tight.

When the Doctor spoke again, suggesting that they shoot the firecrackers out the other side of the building, through the window, Shannon looked back at him and nodded. "I think that's probably the most amount of slack we're gonna get, don't you?" she agreed, frowning. She purposefully ignored the comment about seeing Jack's innards and tried not to shudder at the idea. So gross.

"Which one of you guys can run faster?" she asked, making her way toward the door slowly and breathing through her nose to stave off any further more premature symptoms. "'Cause - correct me if I'm wrong, but - unless we can rig those things to go off on their own, somebody's gonna have to haul ass with me while the other stays behind and sets them off..." She didn't like the idea of either of them staying behind to set the fireworks off, but if she had to pick, it'd be Jack. He said he couldn't die and she knew the Doctor better, anyway. She sure as hell wasn't going to offer up that little bit of opinion, but there it was.

Then again...Jack was a bit bulkier and if she couldn't run anymore or had to stop to catch her breath, she'd put her money on him being the more likely to be able to pick her up and keep going. Unless they could rig the fireworks, Shannon could really only see this as a lose-lose-lose situation and that...well. She didn't like that idea in the least.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-05-19 06:15 pm UTC (link)
Jack was, unfortunately, used to being tuned out by the Doctor. It didn't however, stop him from rambling on. It wasn't that he was trying to laugh off the situation by flirting -- rather, it was Jack's defense mechanism. Disarm others and serve as a distraction, that was always plan A. When plan A failed, that was when it was time to run and get the hell out of there.

While dying wasn't Jack's most favourite pasttime, he was more than willing to play the role of hero if it meant Shannon got out of there safely and the Doctor didn't have to regenerate. Hell, he wondered if regeneration was even possible without the TARDIS in close proximity. That was a worrisome thought and one best kept out of sigh and out of mind.

"You'd be surprised, I'm in fairly good shape and would, given your condition, be able to get you to safety." And while he was just meeting Shannon, there was a kinship there and t he instant desire to protect as well. Jack drew his lips into a thin line. He could let Shannon get far enough away on her own power, the firecrackers...

Jack sighed and held out his hand to the Doctor. "Give me the fireworks. I'm used to being the last man standing. I told you once before, I was much better off as a coward. And I still s ay I was better off as one." Jack sighed and waited for the matches. There was also the vague possibility Janet was out there and could recognise him.

"Damn, what I wouldn't give to have Owen around here," Jack muttered. "King of the Weevils indeed. But -- if there are no objections, I'll set them off and you two run." His eyes fell on Shannon's after a moment and he gave her a small smile as if to say 'I won't let you fall behind. I promise.'

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-19 09:27 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor was tapping on the glass, a quiet Morse Code of 'Move away, please.' It was totally subconscious as he tried to run the odds in his head of just which ways the Weevils would scatter if the firecrackers were placed just so.

The Doctor's tapping stopped, his attention abruptly shifting to Jack. The flirtatiousness had faded to heroism. In the Doctor's mind, Jack was a hero- even if he did label himself a coward far too often. It didn't surprise him the Jack was offering to carry Shannon. The Time Lord, however, just kept his mouth shut - he didn't need to try and compete for that role with Jack - he'd just let Jack take it.

"You give me a hard time about leaving you..." The Doctor chided, plucking his glasses from his pocket and putting them on. He wanted them to make him think better - today they weren't seeming to be effective.

"Quite the hero this one," The Doctor said pointedly to Shannon, "Saved my life once, actually. From a bomb. Those were the days, weren't they Captain?" His grin went lopsided. The Doctor realized there just wasn't any other practical way.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-20 12:21 pm UTC (link)
Rather than protest, Shannon simply nodded. She didn't exactly doubt Jack's physique even just looking at him and she didn't want to insult him further by suggesting he was all talk when something told her that he wasn't. The Doctor's tapping on the window broke her out of her thoughts but only when it stopped. She wondered if whatever he'd been tapping out had a meaning - a code; the beat to a song he liked - or if it was just a nervous tic of some kind. The idea of the Doctor having a nervous tic over Weevils made Shannon a little more uncomfortable than she was willing to admit, so she pushed the thought away. Totally one of his favorite songs; that had to be it.

Jack was offering to stay behind and Shannon looked down at the floor, feeling guilty. None of it was her fault, of course - not the Weevils, nor the fact that the other two men were there - but willingly and purposefully leaving Jack behind, whether he volunteered or not, felt like they were abandoning him. ...Shannon knew what being abandoned felt like, many times over, and she didn't like the idea of inflicting it on someone else.

She looked up again when the Doctor made a comment about the very thing she'd been thinking. Her eyes moved to Jack as he asked for the fireworks and she caught the look in his eyes as well as the smile, the meaning not lost on her. She gave him a sad, grateful smile back to express her silent appreciation. When the Doctor said that Jack had saved his life once, she was loathe to look away from Jack, her eyes telling him that even if she didn't know him, that statement from the Doctor alone had garnered her trust in the man who said he could never die. Still, she looked back at the Doctor and raised her eyebrows, taking a deep breath. "Onward, then...?" she asked a little uneasily.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-05-28 10:56 pm UTC (link)
The Morse Code wasn't lost on Jack -- military training tended to take over and Jack often found himself putting letters to random tappings. Hazard of his stolen persona, he supposed -- but in this case useful. He didn't know if the Weevils would listen to the tapping, but he hoped it could buy them some time. Anything would be useful right about now. Jack let the Doctor's tapping fade from his mind as best as he could and instead concentrated on the task at hand: getting the Doctor and Shannon out of the convenience store and safely.

He caught the look on Shannon's face and crossed to her, tipping her chin up with his index finger. "None of that. I'll be fine, Shannon. I promise." That she was concerned was endearing and made Jack like her all the more. Flirting tendencies aside, Jack genuinely liked Shannon -- all the more reason to get them out of this okay. "Besides, there's a chance they'll recognise me. Don't quite have the scary-power Owen has, but anything will help us right now."

Jack gave the Doctor one of his winning smiles. "A life for a life," He said cryptically, even if it was Rose who had made him as he was. Still, close enough. Looking over the fireworks, Jack guestimated the amount of time it would take them to go off and how far they could run. It would be close. "All right," Jack said, grabbing the pack of matches. "On the count of three. Start running and I'll buy you as much time as I can." He looked at Shannon. "Just... don't keep looking over your shoulder for me. Just go."

Holding open the door, he could see the Weevils circle closer. "Oi. Janet! Back off!" When none of them moved, Jack gave the two an apologetic look. "I tried," he said with a shrug. The first match was struck and Jack grinned. Really, he shouldn't be this giddy in life-or-death situations. "On the count of three. One - Two - Three."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-29 08:24 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor split his attention between Jack and Shannon. Shannon seemed nervous and Jack, unsurprisingly, seemed excited. He always did get excited for this sort of thing, didn't he? Even in the year that never was there had been some sort of excitement there.

Jack gave Shannon explicit instructions - the Doctor didn't need them. He knew when it was time to run and when not to look back and he had a feeling this was a time not to look back. He nodded firmly, taking a few steps toward Jack and the door and nodding as the first match struck and the firecracker was primed.

"Allons-y!" The Doctor said, taking Shannon's hand. It would not be a poor interpretation of his intonation to think that the Doctor was a bit excited as well. Running, hopping, climbing, falling for your life always served to sort of invigorate - and the Doctor felt like he could use some invigorating.

Tugging Shannon out the door he looked over his shoulder just long enough to give Jack a wink and a grin. Just like old times.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-29 09:19 pm UTC (link)
Taking a deep breath, Shannon nodded at Jack. She wasn't really sure how much easier said than done not looking back for him was going to be, but the least she could do was give him peace of mind. As far as she knew, it'd be reflexive to look behind her. She hadn't with the Weevils before, but Dean had been right beside her, not fighting them off in her wake. This was the second time she was going to be running for her life...and the first time she would be intentionally leaving someone behind.

Jack counted off and struck the match. It was go time. The Doctor took her hand and as he tugged her out the door, her first fleeting thought was, you speak French? Then, she was running.

The sound of the fireworks going off was loud and obnoxious in her ears and the air was bitingly cold as she struggled to keep pace with the Doctor - mainly because, well, Shannon wasn't much for the running and she didn't do it very often. Her legs were long, but they weren't used to the strain.

They were only a few yards away when her legs started to feel like rubber bands and her breath started to catch. Over and over. It felt like fire in her throat and knives in her chest. Running like she was made it practically impossible to breathe through her nose the way Jack back on the Island had taught her. Even against the crunching of gravel and twigs beneath their feet and the pounding of their sneakers on the pavement, Shannon could hear herself wheezing.

Just a little further until the museum. Just a little further until the inhalers, she reminded herself.

A stitch in her side reminded her, as well, just how out of shape she was for lack of dance training for so long and she started to fall behind. Where moments ago she'd been side by side with the Doctor, she'd now fallen back so that their arms were extended completely and she was slowing him down.

Jack said he wouldn't let her fall behind. She trusted him because the Doctor trusted him. With that thought on top of the ragged breathing and pain in her chest, Shannon pulled her hand from the Doctor's grasp and slowed to a stop. Just for a second. She just needed a second to catch her breath. ...and look over her shoulder. And then she'd go again.

Doubling over, Shannon forced herself to breathe in through her nose and hold her breath as long as she could. She'd already started running again, although, really it was jogging, if she was more accurate. The Weevils weren't in her direct line of sight when she'd peeked over her shoulder - neither was Jack, which was disconcerting, but she promised with that nod of her head that she'd just go, so she ignored it - and so she felt, for a second while she caught her breath better, she was safe to take it a little slower. All things considered, she was doing rather well, she thought - the Doctor wasn't that far ahead of her.

And, well...the museum was in sight.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-05 03:22 pm UTC (link)
For him and the Doctor, it was just like old times -- and Jack knew full-well that the Doctor was enjoying this as much as he was. There was a certain familiarity in the running from danger and Jack knew he could count on the Doctor to keep going. No matter what, Jack would come out of this alive, if a bit torn and worse for wear at the end. Jack just hoped Shannon could keep going. He had to trust her that she'd run and not worry about him. He was made of strong stuff, infinitely resilient.

Jack waited until they were a few paces away before he threw the first firecracker, lobbing it high over the Weevils where it exploded a good metre away from them. The second was lit soon after, tossed and landed at roughly the same spot. They were beginning to scatter now, a few of the smaller ones heading away from the noise and for parts unknown. Jack wasn't sure where they were going to, but he didn't have the time to be concerned. He still needed to get the others away from Shannon and the Doctor. Jack's breath caught when he saw Shannon stumble and then, at last, stop.

Fuck.

With a yell, Jack took off at a run, lighting the third firecracker and throwing it at the Weevil that was coming up behind Shannon. It stumbled when hit and Jack couldn't worry about what happened when the firecracker went off. He had one more in his hand and that had to be saved for when they got to the museum. Right now, he had a clear path to Shannon and he took off at a dead sprint, scooping up Shannon as he passed her and tossed her over his shoulder. His speed slowed considerably now carrying a bit more weight than he was used to. "I got you," Jack grunted, trying to catch up to the Doctor.

"We're coming!" He shouted to the man in front of them. "Just get the door for us!"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-06 12:24 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor felt Shannon's hand slip away and he looked over his shoulder. He could see Jack in the distance and closing even as his own strides carried him further and further ahead. Jack would take care of her - the Doctor knew that with complete and utter certainty.

The Doctor, of course knew that someone needed to be able to open the door. Shannon's hands would no doubt he shaking and rubberized by the time she'd made it there - and Jack's could be either injured or full of Shannon. That left the Doctor with his mission, opening the passage to their safety.

Hopping over a pothole the Doctor was actually grinning as he hopped up the stairs and up to the doors,yanking them open with a certain level of satisfaction. Once again the enemy was avoided entirely. Good job, Doctor.

Stepping aside he made way for Jack, who'd slung Shannon over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Haven't seen you manage that before..." He quipped. This felt almost like old times; the Captain, a blonde, and running for their lives.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-06-06 12:43 pm UTC (link)
The last thing Shannon had expected was for Jack to suddenly be practically on top of her - fuck, he's fast! - and actually scooping her up so soon. With a grunt as the breath was knocked out of her for landing so harshly on Jack's shoulder, Shannon slumped. She could hear him laboring beneath her - oh, my God, I knew I was getting fat! - but all she could focus the bulk of her attention on was the pain in her stomach from being jostled...and the Weevil that had been right on her ass and she'd never even seen it.

Her fists closed around a hunk of Jack's coat and made a conscious effort not to kick her legs to reflexively balance herself out. Kicking Jack in the face was probably not the best way to pay back the favor of having her life saved. Again. Jesus, she was like a full out damsel in distress in this stupid place. At least back home, it had all been an act to get the money out of Sabrina via Boone, but this...

Shannon opened her mouth to respond to the Doctor's quip, but all that came out with another grunt as Jack's shoulder jabbed into her stomach with every single footfall. Pushing herself up slightly to take some of the pressure of the blows off, Shannon looked over both her own shoulder and Jack's to see that the door was propped open and the Doctor was standing aside.

Please get us in there in enough time to close it and barricade it... she thought to herself in Jack's general direction. It passed over her conscious thought that...the Doctor had left her. That was an unfair assessment; she'd let go of his hand and they'd both known that Jack wouldn't let her fall behind. Shannon didn't know, really, how she knew it, but she just...did. Now wasn't the time for abandonment issues to be cropping up. Someone had to open the door, right? Slung over Jack's back didn't really give her the best opportunity to be the person who did so. She couldn't fault the Doctor for letting her fall behind when she hadn't really given him a choice.

So, she pushed that away and once they'd gotten into the museum, she slumped her front against Jack's back again and closed her eyes, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. "You calling...me...fat, Doctor?" she teased in spite of the catch in her chest, a small, exhausted smile tugging at the corners of her mouth even if she didn't bother to lift her head so that the Doctor could see it.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-11 09:34 pm UTC (link)
Jack was fast in the face of danger, which seemed to happen far too often it seemed. He didn't mean to toss her up so roughly, but he was more concerned about getting her out of harm's way first. He could apologise for the manhandling later when they were back inside the museum and safe. Jack could hear the Weevils behind him, the strange blend of grunt and whistling -- that was... odd, however there wasn't time to think about the sounds they were making. They had to get into the museum and Jack could only hope that the Doctor was going to beat them there.

If anything had happened, Jack would have to figure out a way to open the door and get them both inside before the Weevils were atop them. Mentally, Jack breathed a sigh of relief seeing the Doctor at the door, already propping it open. Gritting down, lungs burning, Jack dug in for that last burst of speed and burst through the door as if he were the winner in some long-distance marathon.

"No," Jack wheezed, setting her down and collapsing on the floor, flat on his back. "But I just might be calling you fat. He wasn't the one carrying you." Even though his chest was heaving, sweat plastering his fringe to his forehead, Jack was smiling.

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