Isabel woke sometime in the wee hours of the morning, blinking in confusion that turned into a smile when she realised where she was ( Read more... )

It was dark and quiet in Jack's room, and the only thing awake was the plant. It stood constant vigil next to the bed - not that it could do much else. It was only a plant. Standing around was pretty much the sum total of its ability - while Jack dreamed...

( Those who lose dreaming are lost... )

The wedding in the library not having eventuated, Jack’s night was free. He quickly set about rectifying the situation. A quick phone call, a handwavy trip into town, and he was sitting on the floor - reading, because Izzy had stolen his TV - with a pizza sitting next to him. A pizza that smelled incredibly good, but he resisted the temptation to ( Read more... )

After Constant Vigilance, Jack had ducked up to the dorms to check his email, hoping for something from Izzy, then headed back to his alcove to water the plant. And to make sure it and Izzy's bear hadn't killed each other. No injuries so far ( Read more... )

Jack had been awake, off and on, most of the night.

Not by choice, but he couldn't stop thinking. About people, mostly. People that knocked him off balance, people that unsettled him in a way he was coming to like, people that he managed to unsettle.

He shouldn't have said that to Parker.

At least some things were simple. Learning to kayak, ( Read more... )

Jack was watering his plant, but not talking to it.

Because that would be strange.

He was also not looking at the silver tin sitting on the dresser. Because that way lay madness. What he was doing was sitting on the bed while he slowly trickled water into the pot, watching it swirl down into the soil. It was kind of hypnotic ( Read more... )

After talking to Izzy that morning, Jack had abandoned lazing about in favour of grabbing a shower and some coffee of his own. No French Vanilla, though; he'd have to find out where she got that from. Lacking both workshops and any real inspiration to find something productive to do, he'd ambled, strolled, and meandered (but not wandered), ( Read more... )

After his evening with Rory, Jack had thrown his clothes into a backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and, carefully gathering his plant, headed down to the cabins.

He nabbed the bed next to the bathroom [aka: B3], dumped his pack on the bed, and settled the plant on the floor beside it ( Read more... )

Jack sighed as he blinked up at the ceiling.

He hadn't slept well last night, not after Parker's visit. Too much to process, too much whirring through his head. But he'd meant everything he'd told her.

Deliberately forcing his mind away from that, he cast after something more pleasant to think about. Friday afternoon. Oh yes, that would do ( Read more... )

Three days and he hadn't forgotten anything. That had to be a good sign. Of course, the fact that he was awake in the middle of the night, and not for anything fun, after having been up since five thirty AM, was maybe not so good.

( Whatever. )