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Well, I suppose I'm another year older now. To think it's been two years. Hard to believe it's been that long since that first day I stepped out of the progenation machine.

But enough about- [She cuts off as the sounds of footprints interrupt her, and then obviously starts speaking to someone in the room.]

Oh, not you guys again! Do you honestly believe that I'm going to go any easier on you then before? [This is followed by the sounds of a fight and finally someone crashing into something hard before the journal cuts off.]

[[ooc: Housemates, be prepared to see one hell of a mess in the house, including a few daggers in the walls and a completely broken kitchen table. There's also a couple little blood stains on the floor and wall, but nothing indicating a serious injury.]]

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[Walks into the house...]

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[Sees all the carnage.]

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[Can totally tell something happened with Jenny...again.]

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[...God damn it.]

She'd better not be-

[And he runs out of the house.]

[Jack sees the damage too, and catches a glimpse of the Doctor leaving.] Doctor, wait! [He hurries after him, not wanting him to run off to do something reckless on his own.]

[He slows his pace but says nothing.]

[Jack falls into step beside him, not asking where they're going, not yet.]

[He's heading towards his favorite thinking spot, by the river.]

They'll give her back, right?

[Jack nods, even though he's only been here barely a few days longer than the Doctor.] Yeah. Haven't heard anything about someone not coming back.

Blimey. [Sighs.] Always something, isn't it? Least it's not you this time.

[And yes, that's pointed. In a "I still don't forgive you for wanting to let the Master torture you" way.]

Hn. So, you'd worry about me just as much? [Faint hint of a teasing smile there.]

[Doesn't even look at him, sliding his hands into his pockets as he looks up with a contemplative sort of expression.]

Probably. Well, perhaps a little less given, well, a variety of reasons. One of them being I don't actually have to be concerned over your life itself. But I suppose there's still a level of sympathy for suffering through the inflictions of pain. Hm.

[Jack snorts a little in wry amusement.] So, it doesn't really matter if I die, hm?

Now I didn't say that. 'course it matters! Why wouldn't it? But probably not to such an extent.

[And now Jack gets a look with a brow raised.]

[Jack smiles a little in response to the Look.] Hey, hey, it's all right. Of course you're gonna be more worried about your daughter than me in this sort of situation. [He puts his hand on the Doctor's shoulder.] She'll be all right.

[He leans into the touch without even realizing. The things having mind-blowing sexual relations does to a person's - well, Time Lord's - psyche.]

You're probably right. Just hope they let her go soon. That way I can undo any sort of damage they might inflict. Or, well, at least try. You're lucky, in a way. I suppose. You seem to have an automatic 'reset button' when you come back.

Mm. [Jack nods slowly, his thumb moving in absent motions on the Doctor's shoulder.] For some things, yeah.

[...And the Doctor's back to being fickle. Enough with the touching, Jack. Consider your hand shrugged off.] Oh? Has your body maintained any lasting damages, then?

[Ouch. Okay, Jack will stuff his hands in his pockets then and take a deep breath.] Body? Not so much. I'm still perfect in that way. [He gives him an easy grin.] Just... seems to take longer to heal, here. A lot longer.

And my scars aren't on my body, Doctor, but we won't talk about that...

I've noticed that. Time seems to go about differently here. Not a whole lot, mind you. But I've seen a few subtle differences. Wouldn't be surprised if the 'barrier' is a certain kind of Time Lock, and that's why it seems to be completely separated from other universes. Could explain why things are slightly off for you.

But...I can't help but wonder. [He glances up at the sky for a moment before shifting his gaze so he can look at Jack peripherally.] If by chance, I were to die here. What would happen? Would I regenerate? Or would I come back, just like this? I do rather like this body, don't get me wrong. However, I'm not sure how this place's special properties would apply to my particular anatomy. It's obvious they have little troubles with genetic modifications. [Hello, wings. He's gotten so used to you sometimes he forgets you're even there. Except when something hurts you. Then he remembers and doesn't appreciate your existence.]

So many questions, yet so little answers. If I didn't have so much control all this might have driven me mad a long time ago. Perhaps I should be glad to have so many distractions. [Cue meaningful look aimed in Jack's direction. Doctor, you are kind of an asshole. Be nice. Jack's a bit more than a 'distraction' and you know it. Or else certain things might not have happened.]

[Jack will be moving closer now, but not touching just yet.] Let's not test that. Leave the dying to me, got it? [He smiles like he's joking, but you should know, Doctor, that he's not. Jack would die for you, has died for you, more times than he cares to count.]

Distractions, huh? [Now he does reach out and slide his hand up the Doctor's arm again.] I'm pretty good at that.

I'd rather no one died, to be perfectly honest. [He grumbles, blowing out a puff of air hard enough to ruffle the tips of his fringe.]

However...

[The Doctor slows even more so, turning slightly on his heel. They've reached the river and he really wasn't intending on going to any particular place one he calmed down and got over the immediate sense of alarm at Jenny going missing. He doesn't like this waiting business. But he's had to wait for things before. Jenny already came back from death, perhaps being taken intently by the Malnosso wouldn't be all that different. He reaches up to take Jack's hand and none too gently jerks it away, then steps out in front of him. Now he's walking backwards, keeping his gaze locked on Jack with his hands back in his pockets.]

You're right about that. You do know how to distract. [Smirks with both brows arches.] Probably better than you should. I'll have to keep a better eye on you, Captain. Talents like that could get you in even more trouble.

[Finding himself shoved away again, Jack sighs and folds his arms again.] If I remember correctly, you were the one doing the distracting last time. I wonder who's getting who in trouble?

[Thanks for reminding him, Jack. Now bits of it are replaying in his mind and now really shouldn't be a good time for that. But damn. And in the midst of thinking, did he just involuntarily lick his lips while give Jack an appreciative once over? He might have.]

Yes. Well. You needed the distracting. You were going to lose your head with worry otherwise. Besides, I don't think you minded it. And if you did, it certainly took you an awfully long while to complain.

[Jack certainly didn't miss that look, and he smirks at the Doctor. Shoved away or not, he knows the Doctor wants him, even if he won't admit it.]

Never said I minded it. [Back in your personal space now, Doctor.] And speaking of worry... I think we're both worried right now.

I'm not worried so much as concerned. She is my daughter after all.

[The Doctor keeps walking backwards but folds his arms casually behind his head. This time he makes no move to push him away.] Why, what are you so worried for, Captain?

Concerned, then. And I care about her too, y'know. If I could take her place right now, I would.

[Jack keeps pace with the Doctor, watching to make sure he's not going to walk backwards into anything.]

[Oh, Jack. You managed to shut him up for a moment. Now he looks at you rather seriously.] ...I know that. I know you would. Which is stupid of you by the way.

[And his heel manages to catch on a rock. Cue him stumbling awkwardly and falling forward.]

I don't think it's... whoop! [He catches the Doctor easily, keeping him from falling. And he's not letting go right away either.]

[The Doctor lets himself linger in Jack's arms for a moment. He managed to brace himself against his shoulders. His hands slide up so he can brush his fingers against his neck and he looks at him intently.] You're still stupid. A very stupid, senseless human. ...Fine that's not true - Well, the human part is - well maybe the senseless bit as well. At times. Well...

[Continues to stare.]

...I suppose... Captain... That it might be my turn to be distracted. Probably.

Think so? [His hand slides up to touch the Doctor's face, caressing his cheek for a moment.] I can handle that. [Leaning in, he kisses him softly, deepening the kiss gradually as he pulls the Doctor closer.]

[There is a nagging at the back of his mind complaining that now is really not the best time for this, but he ignores it. It's better to be distracted by this than get himself killed storming in on the Malnosso. So the Doctor kisses him back softly for a little while before pulling back.]

There is something oddly familiar about this...

[He laughs softly and looks around. They're a bit into the forest now, surrounded by trees. After thinking for a minute he realizes they are near the area where they first kissed since arriving here. He flashes Jack a smirk and backs up against a nearby tree, his wings flattening to accommodate. The look he gives Jack then is one that clearly reads 'Feel familiar at all?' in a rather cheeky sort of way.]

[Jack allows himself to be tugged along with the Doctor, eagerly pressing him against the tree, their bodies flush together as their coats fall open. He smirks and looks around a bit before turning his attention back to the Doctor.]

Yeah, it is familiar, isn't it?

[Tilting his head, he dives back in for another kiss, this one harder, more demanding, as his knee nudges between the Doctor's legs.]

[The Doctor lets this kiss continue for a while and he shifts to allow the intruding knee. After kissing him back a bit, he breaks away and flattens his palms against Jack's chest.]

You... [He has to stop and think where he was going with that. Then he remembers and gives him a playful smack on the shoulder and his best pouty-face.] You are insufferable. You know that?

Been trying to convince myself that I don't want it, don't need it, that I'm above all that... [His expression turns somber for a moment.] Especially now, with all that keeps going on. I wonder sometimes, is this normal? Well, not that I've ever been normal - well, not at least the actual definition of it, well, I guess perhaps I might be normal for a renegade Time Lord - anyway, that's not the point. My point is I'm here, you're here, and we're doing things. Things that happen to be a whole lot more than dancing - when I still haven't figured a way out of this place yet - and now I can at least hope the Master will come 'round and help but if not then it might all fall on me and it's rather difficult to concentrate with you so bloody close all the time...

...And I can't- [Sigh.] I can't [growl] resist you anymore.

[And after that mouthful of word vomit he kisses Jack viciously.]

[Jack has a response all ready, mostly regarding "to hell with normal" and elaborations to that effect, but then the Doctor is kissing him again and he's not about to stop that for more talking, so he simply tangles one hand in the Doctor's hair and kisses him back just as roughly. If the Doctor wants a distraction, then he's going to get one.]

[When the Doctor finally pulls away from this kiss he leans back against the tree, panting heavily. His face is flushed, lips swollen, and the look in his eyes is of pure want. His expression alone very clearly says something along the lines of "take me, I'm yours". His hands go down to fumble with Jack's trousers and he mentally curses the man for wearing so many clothes because they are getting in the way of what he wants. And he would rather there be easy access to this sort of thing for he'd prefer to not be naked in the woods. Now he realizes why they invented miniskirts - easier access for situations such as this. Not that he would ever wear a skirt, or coerce Jack into one, but still.]

[Jack's breath is erratic and hot against the Doctor's neck as he slides his hand down to do the same, urged on by the look in the Doctor's eyes. The heavy material of his coat falls around them, partially shielding their act from view as his hands and fingers work quickly.]

Doctor... mmm...

[The next few moments pass in a frantic haze, heat and friction and sweat merged, lips and tongues meeting-clashing, long fingers delving past fabric and zippers to grip and stroke, harder, faster, quick quick more now oh and then it's all over leaving them panting and sticky and thoroughly distracted.]

Edited 2010-05-20 07:26 (UTC)

[In the rest of the forest birds are singing, critters are doing...whatever it is they do, and none of them seem to pay attention to two guys getting it on against a tree. Which is good, because it is totally hot and amazing. Though the Doctor will never be able to bring himself to say "Sorry I didn't run to your rescue Jenny, Jack distracted me in the woods and we danced a little". That's just something you don't ever tell your kid. Even if she's been made well aware of the goings-on between the two of them, no thanks to the Master. But he doesn't ever intend to bring any more attention to it.]

There are a lot of words I want to say to you right now, but bugger all I can't think of a single one. Blimey.

[Yes, Jack, the Doctor is very much sated now and you are being looked at like you are the fifth most wonderful thing in the universe right now - below the TARDIS, his screwdriver, Jenny, ~~the Master~~ - which will probably be a look you may not see all that often so you'd better take advantage of it. You are a damn good distraction, Captain Harkness. He kind of wants to kill you for it.]

[Jack simply chuckles softly and kisses the Doctor again before pulling away just enough to begin shifting their clothing back into some semblance of order.]

That's okay, Doctor. You talk too much, anyway.

[He gives him a teasing wink and takes his hand.] Back to the house?

[He looks at Jack for a moment, then around, then back at him before nodding.]

Suppose so. [Gives his hand a squeeze and grins.] Off we go, then. Allons-y!

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[action] HIJACKING YOUR POST OUT OF LURVE, JENNEH

[action] It was just so easy to hijack!

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[action] D-don't mind the porn, Jenny

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