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so_impressive (so_impressive) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-02 20:12:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 17, jack harkness, location: in town, the doctor (nine), the doctor (ten)

Who: The Ninth Doctor, the Tenth Doctor, & Jack Harkness
What: Insight, mourning and questions.
Where: The town-- they'll be moving as they talk.
When: Day 17; About 8:25pm
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

It was likely that Ten had wanted to be alone after the murder of his friends Ianto, Sarah Jane, Shannon, and Remy LeBeau.. In fact, Nine knew it would be so. And he, really, wanted to be alone too. He'd left Rose in the care of the werewolf child, which he knew Ten would hate, but he was sure she'd be safe there. The damage had been done for the day. And Nine had started out about the town, not to find time for himself.. but rather, to find himself. He wanted to discuss Sarah Jane. He'd known she was here, he'd talked with her over the journals. But he hadn't met with her. He'd known Jack was here, and he'd avoided him, too. He'd avoided them all. Less for his own sanity, and more for theirs. When this was all over, he was gone. It was done. Why get them all confused and tangled up about it? This regeneration was done. Best to let it die.

But he'd found that he simply couldn't, and he'd written that message to Jack, telling him to meet him at the clock tower around nine. He had half an hour to talk with himself, get things straight and settled, then go back for Jack. You had half an hour to get yourself together, Doctor, and help the people who needed you. You were lucky to even get that. If he knew himself, and he liked to think he knew himself well, he'd definitely be alone somewhere. Somewhere familiar.

The drawing had shown that ginger and Ten in the barn, so that was where the Time Lord headed, his mind still lingering on thoughts of Sarah Jane. His beautiful Sarah Jane.

He stepped into the barn a moment later, hands hanging limply at his sides. When had he gotten so in the habit of pushing his hands into his jacket pockets? He'd seen Ten do that nearly every time he'd spoken with him. Hm.

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so_impressive
2009-08-05 02:23 pm UTC (link)

"Ah well, you know." Was all that Nine would say to Jack's comment about wanting to lose a bit of weight. The apology was forgotten as soon as he'd said it and those hands were patting down his pockets, as if searching for something, but he came up empty. Curious, that. He thought he'd put them in his pocket. Oh, that was annoying, wasn't it? Well, he'd have to find them later and get then properly to his older self. He had a feeling they might have been important.

Though, when Ten began talking about the modulator, his counterpart broke into a smile, that look of concern wiped completely from his face. It wasn't there often, and now it was gone for good.

"We've got to meet up with that Spock tomorrow, talk to him about the wall. And we've got to get back to the carnival, there are a few things we can use there. Bumper cars, the Ferris wheel, the Tunnel of Love has a few parts in it too, hard to get to, but would work nicely. We'll need a small motor." The Time Lord then turned, to focus blue eyes onto brown. "And the van I saw today, we're going to need that as well. No sense in trying to put anything together without proper parts, and if we cannibalize the van," Because he had no idea there was a car, too.. "Then we'll have a much better chance."

With this said, he was turning once again to face Jack. "Up for a walk?" A cheeky grin surfaced then, eyebrows lifting higher into his hairline. Walking (pacing, really) often helped him think. And that was what they needed right now, working minds.

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capt_harkness
2009-08-05 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Give Jack a few moments boys -- he's still a bit out of sorts and probably will be for a short time to come. But, too, he deserves a bit of time to try and get his head back on. Yes, Nine, Jack did have someone he cared deeply about so cut him just a little bit of slack if you would.

Ten's willingless to move on from things, however, was a welcome change for Jack. He needed something else to concentrate his time and energy on, otherwise he'd fall into that deep pit of despair. Not his fault that he was in this place where he was feeling mostly helpless, now was it? Give him his Hub and he could busy and distract himself for months. Give him a broken down town that kept stealing and killing people with no overt way to fight back? Well, Jack was working with a small handicap right now, wasn't he?

"Always up for one," Jack replied, managing a grin at long last. He clapped Nine on the shoulder, fitting himself between the two men. One had to know just how out of sorts he was given the lack of commentary about being between two Doctors -- a place he always waned to be.

"Hard to get to parts?" Jack asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Something tells me that's going to be right up my alley." Didn't really matter just how hard they were to get to. A couple falls and a drowning or two never really hurt anyone.

Jack glanced at Ten, knowing that look on the other man's face. Maybe that's what he should concentrate on for a bit: keeping that Doctor from turning into the Angel of Vengeance.

Something told Jack that just might turn out to be a full time job right now.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-06 11:39 pm UTC (link)

"Spock, right," Ten was looking of again. He was sort of half paying attention. Really, when it came down to it, Nine should have probably let him stay in the barn. If questioned, he'd say he was working out some sort of calculation about the number of copper coils necessary to make the modulator function properly. In reality he had a half dozen ghosts wandering around in his thoughts. Add to that the markedly disappointed, distrustful looks from the brothers Winchester, and it was pretty easy to see why the Doctor felt suddenly a bit off balance. He couldn't help but think he was two steps away from being hurled out in front of an extonic star - he'd already just barely dodged that once.

They were walking now? Ten blinked, realizing he'd started moving without really thinking about it. "At least we've got a proper speaker this time..." Of course the Doctor was planning on cannibalizing it out of one of the vehicles. He'd ready about that Impala and then there was Andy's Van which he'd seen in passing but not thought much of.

"We need to be mindful to the people, angry and scared are very dangerous combinations and Sam Winchester is just fanning those flames."

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so_impressive
2009-08-07 03:35 pm UTC (link)

They were walking, with Jack settled between them. "No, that's the last thing we need. No angry mobs, thank you very much." The slightly taller Time Lord returned to his counterpart, turning his head to study him past Jack for a long moment, before those blue eyes lifted back up to Jack. He knew his older self was dealing with some sort of demons right now, something he really couldn't relate with just now. Not those sorts of demons. Sorry, Doctor, you were alone with your feelings at this particular moment. And you just weren't as important as Jack settled between you. You never were. Everyone else would always come first, even when you were a completely separate person. You had to know that.

They had, in fact, come out here to grieve, hadn't they? Wasn't that the point? He'd done his part, and Ten would just have to suck it up, like he always did. But Jack? Jack was clearly a mess, there hadn't even been a bad joke about being sandwiched between two Doctors. Nothing. He hadn't even yelled at him about leaving him there on the Dalek ship.

"Someone captures the heart of Jack Harkness and you're not eager to tell me all about him? From what I hear, this place has spit out its dead before. There's a very good chance he could be back before day break." It had happened before, right? Everyone was so eager to think those people were dead. And the Doctor wasn't one to give false hope, he thought they were dead too.. but the more people talked, the better they were able to grieve properly. Sometimes it just all flowed out. It was your turn to start talking, Captain Jack.

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capt_harkness
2009-08-09 03:18 pm UTC (link)

Jack had seen those few journal entries, knowing exactly what Ten had been talking about. The only problem was that one of those entries had, in fact, been his own. He wanted nothing to do with the Powers that Be and if he could take them down himself? Right now, he would. Besides, what did he have to lose? Wasn't like they could kill him, now could they?

He was out of sorts and had Jack known what Nine was thinking, he would have been glad the other man had picked up on just how out of sorts he was. The only problem, however, was that Jack was going to do everything in his power to make it seem like he was just fine.

Lies, all lies, Harkness.

To be honest, Jack wasn't sure why he had come out here. Nine had asked him to come and Jack had that strange compulsion that, whenever the Doctor called, he'd be there. The Doctor had called, so here he was -- but in truth all Jack wanted was to be alone in his grief and to mourn his lover in private. Jack wasn't really ready to admit just how much Ianto had meant to him.

Jack walked, comfortably sandwiched between the two Doctors and after a few paces, lifted his arms as best as he could in the greatcoat and slung them over both Doctor's shoulders. "Ah, better," he said, forcing himself to not look so dejected. Only problem was that it wasn't working well.

"I wouldn't say he captured," Jack replied, shrugging off the question. "He was... well... one of my employees. It was a convenient shag." What a fantastic lie, Captain Harkness. Only problem is the fact that it's a complete lie and the look on his face spoke volumes over his words. Jack quickly pressed on, not wanting to look like a man who had just lost his partner.

Even if he was. Jack couldn't admit it to himself, so how could he admit it to either Doctor? He couldn't, that's how.

"It's spit out its dead before," Jack continued after a pause, "but nothing like this. Nothing like what we saw on the monitors. Coupled with the fact others went through those experiments the day before? That was the warning shot and we all fucking missed it."

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