Log; ongoing
Who: Sam Tyler, Jack Harkness, Ichabod Crane
Where: Library
When: TODAY.
DI Sam Tyler wasn't hiding. He didn't hide from baddies. Still, he also wasn't the sort to, when figuring somebody was out to make an(other) attempt on his life, sit around and wait for it to happen. He'd made that mistake before, with Loki, and had paid for it with an extra week in the Infirmary and having the others throw it back in his face at every given opportunity. His options for how to deal with this latest problem were scarce. At the very least, he figured if he saw the man he could try to talk things out, figure out why he had such an odd reaction to him. Beyond that... he supposed he could go to the Guv (or Chris), but he refused to. No, everybody already thought he was some kind of inept damsel in distress, and while he normally was quite happy to brush off such insults, it was getting to the point where he wasn't even sure if they were right and he was wrong. Ever since he'd woken up on the Barge, things had been getting worse and worse. He was losing track of himself and... well. At least some things made it better.
For now, he wasn't going to let one strange man ruin the plans he'd had for the day. He and Ichabod Crane (oh god he was really, really mad to even think that he was meeting with Ichabod Crane) were going to sit down and come up with some proper policies and procedures for the Barge, try to get things in working order.
'Course, he doubted anybody would listen to them. But it wouldn't hurt to try (and at least he'd found a kindred spirit).
And so, Sam entered the library, looking a bit lost, hugging himself for a moment, before venturing further in to look for the other man.
Where: Library
When: TODAY.
DI Sam Tyler wasn't hiding. He didn't hide from baddies. Still, he also wasn't the sort to, when figuring somebody was out to make an(other) attempt on his life, sit around and wait for it to happen. He'd made that mistake before, with Loki, and had paid for it with an extra week in the Infirmary and having the others throw it back in his face at every given opportunity. His options for how to deal with this latest problem were scarce. At the very least, he figured if he saw the man he could try to talk things out, figure out why he had such an odd reaction to him. Beyond that... he supposed he could go to the Guv (or Chris), but he refused to. No, everybody already thought he was some kind of inept damsel in distress, and while he normally was quite happy to brush off such insults, it was getting to the point where he wasn't even sure if they were right and he was wrong. Ever since he'd woken up on the Barge, things had been getting worse and worse. He was losing track of himself and... well. At least some things made it better.
For now, he wasn't going to let one strange man ruin the plans he'd had for the day. He and Ichabod Crane (oh god he was really, really mad to even think that he was meeting with Ichabod Crane) were going to sit down and come up with some proper policies and procedures for the Barge, try to get things in working order.
'Course, he doubted anybody would listen to them. But it wouldn't hurt to try (and at least he'd found a kindred spirit).
And so, Sam entered the library, looking a bit lost, hugging himself for a moment, before venturing further in to look for the other man.