Jack chewed on the inside of his lip as he and Duffy walked down the street to the Starbucks they were meeting the other two at. This was -- this was strange, and probably a bad idea, but. It's not as if he didn't have as much dirt on Lela and Pankaj as they had on him. So it was safe, right? Not really. Kind of. Well, this part of Seattle ( Read more... )

Jack grinned, looking around the busy street. They had just floo'd through into the back room of a pub near Pike Place that Jack knew of, and now he and Duffy were -- well, they were in Seattle. Dog tugged on his leash, eying a nearby street performer hungrily, but Jack was more interested in Duffy's reaction to the city so far. Alright, they ( Read more... )

M'boyfriend's a hotter chick than you.

( OKAY NOW WE'RE FUCKING DONE i hate aim conversations )

( and the finale! )

( pt 2 if you please )

( Hard conversations, pt 1 )

Fuck.

Fuck, I don't even know.

What is going on in this stupid fucked up world, I was doing fine and then Mackenzie has to show up and fuck everything over. I can't even begin to figure out what I want -- no, I know what I want, but it isn't feasible and I also know it's the worst idea ever, and it could never work out, and anyway it's wrong, and I' ( Read more... )

Jack burst through the fireplace into the House of Tiny, for once without Dog on his heels. He -- fuck, Scotland was supposed to be even more of a distraction, what with -- with DUFFY and with streets he had never even walked down as Harkness, alleys he had never filled with blood -- he wasn't supposed to have these feelings, these ideas, these ( Read more... )

Jack paused just outside of the grocery store, setting his bags down on the sidewalk beneath his feet, and pulled his cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket. He leaned against the dirty brick wall of the store, his worn, green jacket a bright smudge against the ashy bricks in the shadow. There were a few homeless men down the alley across the ( Read more... )