Mar 11, 2010 22:20
So, this is a usual thing, then? New people... "New Feathers" I've heard you all say, arriving every month. Well, I guess it was me last time, so if any of you new arrivals need anything, just ask. I'm Captain Jack Harkness, and it'll be great to meet all of you.
[Private to the Doctor]
I've got a surprise for you.
love the screwdriver,
oh doctor my doctor,
helping out the newbies
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Do you, now?
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What've you done this time?
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Anyway, you'll be getting something back that belongs to you.
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Well, clearly as I haven't recently lost anything, you're referring to something I didn't have upon arriving here...
It wouldn't happen to be the TARDIS by any chance, would it? [Look at how hopeful he is, it's adorable.]
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Sonic screwdriver's something though, right?
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Wha-honestly? You've got it?
Captain Jack Harkness you--
Wait a tick- just, where are you right now, anyway? Here, I'll come meet you.
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I'm out on the porch, watching the rain.
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...Oh, well, I suppose that's an improvement at least, yes?
I'll be out there in a moment, let me ah-
[Some rustling, rummaging, and pattering of footsteps later he emerges out onto the porch.]
Enjoying the weather, Captain?
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Sorry, maybe I should'a waited till I got it. But at least you know you'll get it, right?
[He turns to smile at the Doctor, hair slightly damp from the air, watching the rain beyond the eaves of the porch.] Yeah. Kinda reminds me of ho-... Earth.
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It's a simple contained atmospheric generation field- but yes, I'd reckon it was created to resemble the natural patterns that occur on Earth. At least, if the weather so far and surrounding environments are anything to go by.
[He returns the smile, looking genuinely content.]
Quite like this time of year, actually. In ancient Rome, this was the perfect time to start a military campaign. Hence why in the Gregorian calendar it's called "March", or rather Martius after the Roman god of war. However, as I'm sure you noticed, it's a rather "docile" month in more modern times, and often associated with the beginnings of the spring season. Well, in the northern hemisphere... I suppose it's more autumn in the south. Perhaps once we get out of here we might fancy trying a Christmas holiday in the land Down Under?
[Aw, look at him, Jack. He's trying to make you happy.]
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[He glances over at him with a small, rueful smile.] Wish I had the screwdriver to give you right now. They didn't tell me how long it would be. But I wanted to tell you that you'll at least get it.
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[There's a slight hesitation, his hand twitching, as if he's unsure how to best behave in this situation. Jack is very different from all the others he'd ever traveled with before. From both the women and the men. He's painfully aware now that his feelings for him are like that of Grace and even Martha. The males he'd had accompanying him before were either too young, too preoccupied, or it just wasn't in their nature. The Doctor honestly didn't know how to best deal with this sort of knowledge, this chaotic jumble of feelings. He could handle the girls and their "crushes" but this... This was an entirely different entity.]
It's all right, Jack. Really it is. I'm just glad to know that I'll finally have it. It's a bit tedious at times doing things ah- "manually". I appreciate it.
[Finally, as if by its own accord, his fingers brush against the edge of Jack's ( ... )
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[He shakes his head, looking down.] Oh I dunno, Doctor. Sometimes it's good to do things... manually. [Did he manage to make that sound just a little dirty? Maybe!]
[As the Doctor touches his face, he freezes, his breath catching in his throat. Somehow, that fleeting caress seems more intimate than a kiss, causing his heart to pound. He swallows and tries to gather his thoughts, resisting the urge to just grab the Doctor and kiss him anyway.]
I can think of a lot of ways... [His grin and innuendo are both a bit weak.]
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Oh, really now?
[The Doctor turns slightly to face him, regarding him curiously. His hand lingers on his shoulder for another instant before falling down to rest at his side. Fingers twitching slightly, he fidgets a bit as he debates his next course of action. He licks his lips, scanning, analyzing Jack again with a flicker of his eyes. While the idea of any "naughty" thought doesn't sit well in his stomach, he is serious about wanting to make it up to him. He still intends to keep to the promise he made in an earlier conversation as well. If playing along with this banter would be what it took to lead him there, then so bet it. He sighed softly, shifting in place. Finally, his lips curl in an amused smirk.]
Care to ah,- expand on that thought a bit, then, Captain?
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I want you to understand that I didn't make the trade for your screwdriver expecting anything from you. It was just for you, because I know it'll make you happy, and make things easier on you. You don't have to repay me or make things up to me in any way.
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