Jensen leaned on the desk, watching Traveston through half lidded eyes.

He was putting the finishing touches on his report with far too much enthusiasm for Jensen’s peace of mind.

( In which conclusions are reached )

"Ready, Mr Harkness?"

"I guess so. More fairy tales?" He had to make a joke of it, or he was going to be afraid of what was coming.

"No. This is a slightly more…practical exercise." Traveston's smile showed far too many teeth. "We're going to test how you react to certain...stimuli."

"Okay. Hit me."

A flick, a buzz, and he was elsewhere. ( Only this elsewhere was very familiar. This one he'd already lived. )

It was the same room as yesterdayJack balked when Traveston motioned him into the chair, and Jensen gave him a hard shove. He glared, then resumed walking, settling himself gingerly into it. "I thought you got what you wanted yesterday ( Read more... )

Jack had spent the day running, jumping, dodging, dancing, breathing in, breathing out, and being poked and prodded. And not in the usual fun way. They’d seemed mildly impressed with his shooting ability, more than impressed with his cognitive abilities, but they’d only let him describe three of the ten ink blots before they’d hurriedly made him ( Read more... )

Jack and Sam were leaving for the Time Agency in the morning, and Jack was packing. Not much, just a few things in a backpack, but he was debating whether to add a gun ( Read more... )

Jack made a quick stop at his room for a coat and the mini-comp, then left the dorms. He needed to move, needed to be away from people. It was almost too much to take in. He'd long since given up on his lost memories, decided they didn't matter, and now this ( Read more... )

After leaving Sam, Jack had slumped against the wall outside her room for a long time, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn't, wouldn't, believe what Mitchell had told Sam. But the only other person who knew what had happened was him, and the memories were long gone, with no way to get them back. Unless ( Read more... )

After leaving his room and Cedric, Jack literally bounced up to Sam's door and started tapping out a cheerful tune, humming under his breath as he waited for her to answer.

( Carry the four )

( Somewhere in Cardiff )

After Jarod's workshop, Jack ducked back to the dorms to grab his gear and his plant.

Settling the plant back in it's accustomed place, he couldn't help but notice it had grown. A huge yawn prevented him from noticing much else, except that his pack could be dumped on the floor, and the bed looked very apealling after the long day and almost ( Read more... )