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capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-10 23:53:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 10, jack harkness, location: museum, shannon rutherford

WHO: Jack Harkness, Shannon Rutherford
WHAT: Jack takes over Shannon!watch
WHEN: 17:00
WHERE: The Museum
RATING: G! seeing who's paying attention
STATUS: Active

There was one person he still hadn't seen following the earthquake. Well, two counting the Doctor but Jack was certain the man was going to be fine. The two of them had seen far worse scrapes over the years and an earthquake seemed inconsequential compared to an army of Daleks. Then again, there they had known what they'd be up against. Vas Captio was a veritable unknown.

Getting Ianto to safety had been Jack's primary concern, though his conversations with the Insider through the journals wasn't helping to ease his mind. Still, Jack knew where his place was and, as much as he wanted to stay and keep Ianto safe, he couldn't. He was the hero and he would do the work of heroes: getting everyone else out safe and then figuring out what to do from there. Having not seen Shannon thus far, Jack worried that she was still trapped under god knew how much more debris.

Moving at a full-out run, Jack moved quickly through the rubble, vaulting over piles of stone, not slowing until he approached the remains of the muesum. God, they'd have to find something by way of shelter now -- the museum wasn't habitable. Squinting, Jack could see two figures near the crumbling foundation and he picked up his pace once more, relief coursing through his veins as he caught sight of her.

Thank god.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-19 12:55 am UTC (link)

"Rift storms?" Shannon asked quietly, glad to have something that might distract her from the discomfort and fear she was currently feeling. Might being the operative word. As far as she knew, Jack wouldn't want to talk about it and if that was the way it was, so be it; she was in no place to push. If he didn't talk about his real life, then she didn't have to talk about hers. The last thing she wanted was to delve back into the realm of the fourth night, tiny and broken in Sam's arms as she opened herself up really and truly for the first time to anyone in a very long time.

The way that he leaned back into her touch gave Shannon reason to give a small smile. He was keeping her safe and making her feel a little less tense and she was glad to be able to give him some small form of comfort in return. The smile grew slightly in response to his joke about being the charming, disarming, and adorable captain. She said nothing, however, because he went on in a more serious tone. Looking down as her fingers massaged gently at the back of his neck of their own accord, Shannon nodded slightly. She supposed if she couldn't die, she'd be a lot less terrified and strung out right now, too.

When she looked up again, she noticed the change in his expression - mainly, his eyes. Like she wasn't even there and he was lost in an audible thought. "What's 'Daleks?'" she asked a little stupidly, brow furrowed slightly in confusion as she blushed with sheepishness. Maybe it was something she should know but had been, in her time in the real world, too self-absorbed to bother noticing.

The latter part of his statement, though, was not lost on her in any way. "I like that you're the strong one," she admitted quietly, resting her head on his shoulder again and closing her eyes, trying to relax in his arms as her fingers went on with their movements, gently kneading out any tension kinks they could find at the base of his neck where it met with his shoulders.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-23 01:20 am UTC (link)

While Jack never liked talking about work to those not of Torchwood (and usually had a retcon for those he did discuss it with), he found himself opening up to Shannon. She needed the distraction and his world was fantastical enough to provide exactly what she needed right now, so Jack figured he could make an exception. Besides, who was going to tell him what he could and couldn't do? Torchwood was his. "Think of the worst storm you could possibly imagine. Focus all that energy on one point and send that point through time and space and have it picking up as much space junk as it could along the way. Then have it come at you with very little chance of predicting. We are getting better, though." Were getting better. No Toshiko to keep working on the Rift Predictor.

Jack took every measure of comfort that he could from Shannon's touch. He was a sucker for hands in his hair and the easiest way to his heart was to run hands through his hair or rub the back of his neck: it was a weakness he would guard until the end of his days -- save from those who managed to figure it out.

When one had faced the emperor of the Daleks, it was hard to get riled up about things -- annoyed, yes. But riled up, hardly.

Jack stiffened when she asked, but it was his own damn fault for bringing them up. HIs explanation to Logan had been hardly adequate, but how do you explain something that was the embodiment of pure evil? It was hard to put it into perspective. "They, honestly, look like an old-fashioned salt shaker. But what's inside?" Jack shook his head, unable to shake the haunted expression. "They're horrible. Never mention them to the Doctor, that's my one piece of advice. They kill without thinking. Believe humans and any other race are inferiour to them." He paused, swallowing hard. "The true embodiment of fear."

Closing his eyes, Jack drew Shannon in closer against his body. "What if I'm not the strong one?" Jack asked softly, not even realising he'd spoken aloud. "What if I've just gotten very good at pretending?"

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