Log: ‘Are we there yet?’
Who: Crowley Downwardsaunter, Owen Docisin, Jack thedashinghero, Mickey micketnotricky and Adam.
When: Err…some point?
Where: The Hub, then Eden Lower Tadfield.
What: Crowley promised he’d get Jack fixed and he keeps his promises.
Why: Because Jack needed fixing. NC17 towards end.
Above the Hub, there was a roar of a vintage Bentley tearing up the road and coming to a very sudden stop. Crowley stepped out, the car locking itself as he wandered through the tourist information building and down into the Hub proper. The thought that the doors shouldn't really just open because he wanted to them never really occurred to him. Owen blinked from his workstation as the demon stepped in.
".....What's the fucking point of having top level security when people can just walk in?" grumbled the doctor.
"I'm not people," said Crowley with a bored shrug, then louder. "Oi, Harkness, you coming or what?"
Jack blinked at the familiar voice, poking his head out from his office. "Coming where?"
Crowley folded his arms in the manner of one dragged out of his way. "To my associate, to fix you. You remember this conversation?"
"....Wot associate?" said Owen, instantly suspicious.
"Oh yeah," Jack replied as he stepped out, clearly a little nervous. "I told you about him, Owen. He's going to help me."
Owen eyed Crowley with clear distrust. "Yeah, for a price."
Crowley shrugged. "Nothing's free," he drawled, not bothered by Owen's attempt to intimidate him at all. "Besides, all he needs is some alien...thingie. And that's more bribery than anything."
Jack ducked back into his office for a moment, before bringing Crowley an alien artifact that looked a bit like a weapon, but was in fact a musical instrument. "Think this'll do?"
Crowley arched one eyebrow above his sunglasses, giving the object a prod. "It can't...you know, kill anyone or anything, can it? He's got this thing against weapons."
"It's not a weapon," Jack chuckled, placing his fingers over some of the holes before blowing into it gently. The instrument lit up, emitting a low hum. "It's an instrument," he explained.
"Hmmm," Crowley considered. "Yep, bet that'll do, it's alien enough."
Owen muttered something under his breath about not trusting snake-people as far as he could throw them.
Jack sighed, walking over to Owen and pulling him into a hug. "I'll be okay," he murmured.
Owen hugged Jack back tightly. "Be careful," he whispered softly. "I don't like him, he's a shifty bugger."
"Despite common thought, snakes are not deaf," commented Crowley dryly.
"I know you don't like him, but I trust him," Jack sighed, kissing him gently. "I'll be back before you know it.
Owen returned the kiss. "Alright," he murmured quietly. "But if anything goes wrong, I get to shoot him."
Crowley rolled his eyes, glancing around boredly.
"Of course," Jack chuckled, ruffling Owen's hair before stepping back. "Okay Crowley. How are we getting there, car or manipulator?" he asked, tapping his wrist.
Owen humfed, sulkily going back to work.
"Car," said Crowley. "You won't get co-ordinates for it on that thing. It's...very hard to find if you don't know the way."
"Alright, car it is," Jack replied, glancing back at Owen again before following Crowley out and hopping in said car. "Is it far?"
The Bentley started up with a glance. "You clearly haven't been in a car with me yet," Crowley smirked.
"I have once, but I was kind of too out of it to remember anything," Jack pointed out, remembering Ianto's possession by the Master.
Crowley considered. "Ah, right," he considered a bit more. "Might want to put your seat belt on, Luke got rather unnerved."
"I flew to the end of the universe on the TARDIS with no seatbelt," Jack chuckled, but strapped himself in anyway.
Crowley arched and eyebrow. "Good for you," he said dryly, then slammed his foot down. The Bentley went from zero to one hundred and eighty miles an hour in about two point three seconds. Everything that could have been in Crowley's way quickly got out of their way of their own accord, whether they were inanimate or not.
Jack laughed, enjoying the sudden rush of wind as they sped up. "Nice wheels," he complimented, clearly not feeling unnerved in the least.
"Thanks," Crowley grinned, turning to look at Jack, as he clearly never thought him watching the road was an important part of driving. "Told you I had a nice car."
"You should probably keep your eyes on the road," Jack commented, amused at Crowley's "driving skills," but not really concerned unless it looked like he was going to hit someone.
Crowley glanced at the road, then back at Jack. "Why?" he asked. "Things just automatically get out of my way. Normal rules don't apply to me, once read a book while driving, too."
Jack raised an eyebrow, but wisely chose not to comment. "Right. So where are we going, exactly?”
"Lower Tadfield," said Crowley. "You won't have heard it."
"You're right, I haven't," Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "Are we there yet?"
"We're ten now, are we?" asked Crowley dryly, turning the wheel a little. "It's not easy to find, he has to let you in."
"Are we there yet?" Jack asked again with a smirk. "How 'bout now?"
"Don't make me smack you," said Crowley, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. "Ah, here we go." He slammed his foot down, the car coming to a very sudden and very complete standstill.
Jack was suddenly and abruptly very glad he was wearing his seatbelt. "Ow," he grumbled, rubbing his chest after unbuckling, before getting out and glancing around.
Crowley didn't pay him much attention getting out of the car and leaning on the side, summoning up a cigarette from nowhere and snapping his fingers, a flame appearing on his hand. The area they'd stopped in looked like any English town....that had hit the early nineties and stayed there. Crowley lit his fag and waved the flame away, taking a drag. "Now we'll just wait for him to find us."
"Uh huh," Jack replied, leaning against the car as he waited. "So what's the story on this place? Looks like it's stuck in the nineties. Not that there's anything wrong with the nineties, but still."
Crowley, very pointedly, and without much force, pushed Jack off the car with a finger. "He likes it this way, therefore it stays this way. Kinda of like," Crowley took a drag and considered this for a moment. ".....A time bubble."
"Oh, I've been to a couple of those," Jack nodded. "Except on a smaller scale, you know those parties, that are like, 80's-themed or 70's-themed, or whatever? I've been to ones that are literally, you know. Stuck in that period, so everything's authentic," he grinned.
Crowley chuckled softly. "Going 'round the once is enough for me. History is just on repeat, anyway." He glanced up at a hill, his cigarette vanishing. "Here he comes," he murmured, watching a small boy, a mongrel dog at his heels, slouch down the hill towards them.
Jack blinked. "...That's your associate?"
"Yep," said Crowley, his eyes on the boy, who looked eleven at most, moving from his slouching position to stand up properly.
Suddenly Jack felt a lot less nervous, and he smiled at the boy when he came closer. "Hey there. I'm Jack," he greeted him, offering a hand to shake.
The boy looked up at Jack, before taking his hand and shaking it. "Hello, Jack, I'm Adam," he looked at the dog at his feet. "This is Dog. 'Lo Crowley."
"Hi," Crowley gave a half-arsed wave.
"Adam?" Jack replied, blinking again. "Adam as in....the Adam?" he asked curiously.
Adam blinked. "Adam as in Adam Young."
"No," said Crowley simply. "Not that Adam." He turned to look at the boy. "Jack here works with aliens."
Adam's eyes grew about ten times wider, in the way of all eleven year old boys when the word 'alien' is used.
"Really?"
Jack chuckled, taking the musical instrument out of his pocket. "Really. I brought this for you, and before you ask, it's not a weapon. It's an instrument, you play it like this," he replied, demonstrating.
Adam watched it for a moment, before smiling, taking it off Jack and trying it out, getting it pitch-perfect right away. "And this is for me?" he asked, smiling. "Thank you."
He blinked, then eyed Crowley suspiciously.
"What do you want?"
"Weeeeell," Crowley cleared his throat. "Jack here has a...um.. problem which you could probably sort out."
"You didn't tell him?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow, before sighing. "I....it's kind of a long story. But to sum up, I've got this...well, the Doctor calls it a masochistic addiction, which pretty much fits."
"It's not like he has a mobile phone, he's eleven in the nineties," grumbled Crowley.
Adam blinked, taking this in, suddenly, his eyes looked a lot older than eleven. "....I see," he said. "And you want this...addiction to go?"
Jack noticed the change in his eyes. "You're not really eleven, are you?" he asked, avoiding the question.
"I have been eleven since I had my eleventh birthday," Adam decided on. "I can fix you if you want me to, Mister. I don't like people being sad....I shouldn't meddle, but this once should be okay. It's fixing."
Jack shifted awkwardly. "You think you can fix it without knowing anything about it? It's not exactly a story I want to tell."
Adam stood on his tip-toes to get a better look at Jack. "It's all there, tangled up, biting away at you," he commented.
"Trust me, he can do it," said Crowley. "Smile and nod, Jack."
"Yeah...biting away at me is a good way to describe it," Jack replied uncomfortably. "You can see inside my head?"
Adam smiled a very unnerving smile. "I see everything."
Jack felt about ten times more uncomfortable. "So....can you fix it?" he asked, choosing not to comment on that whole seeing everything issue.
Adam tilted his head to one side. There was a brief feeling of the world being pulled inside out in the localised area of Jack's brain, before going back to normal. "There you go, Mister Jack, all done."
Jack winced at the sensation, feeling a bit queasy, before glancing at Adam again. "How do I know it's really gone?"
Adam blinked. "Because it is," he said simply, patting Jack's arm. "There. There."
"Right....who are you, really? You create time bubbles, see everything, and can...do whatever you just did....I won't freak out or anything, I just want to know," Jack shrugged, before crossing his arms.
Adam gave him a soft smile. "I'm Adam Young," he said simply. "Thank you for the alien gizmo, Mister Harkness, I gotta go now, the Them will be expecting me. Seeya Crowley." With that, the boy ran off, Dog yapping at his heels.
"He wouldn't tell you who he is," said Crowley as the boy vanished over the hill. "He knows, but he doesn't like to think about it."
"I can respect that," Jack murmured, able to relate. "Thank you, Crowley, for bringing me here. I hope it really worked," he added, before getting back in the car again”
"It will have," said Crowley, getting into the driver's seat. "With who he is, well, he won't get things wrong. He's very determined like that, gets it from his dad."
Jack chuckled softly. "Well, the only way to know for sure is if it's tested out," he murmured, buckling himself in again.
"No doubt our happily little friend will enjoy that," said Crowley, his distaste for the Master evident in his voice. "Hmmm, better check something while I'm here, won't take long." He turned the car and drove at a bit more normal speed along a road.
"Not if I break his neck first," Jack muttered, before blinking a few times. "....What are you checking out?"
"Well, you want to hurt him, that's got to be an improvement," chuckled Crowley. "Something important," he decided on, pulling the Bentley up to a fence near a meadow. "Want to see something cool?"
"It's definitely an improvement," Jack grinned, nodding. "I'd love to."
"Alright, then," Crowley grinned. "C'mon, have to walk the rest of the way." He got out the car and climbed over the fence, landing in the long grass on the other side, sauntering up the meadow.
"I need a good walk anyway," Jack smiled, following him out as he looked around. "It's a nice place."
"It used to be a lot nicer," said Crowley with a sigh, before smiling as they came across the only tree in the meadow. The apple tree was well beyond ancient, it's trunk and branches gnarled and twisted, the apples, however, were brighter and redder than any apples ever should be. "Ah, here we are," said Crowley, putting a hand on the trunk, much more gentle than he usually was. "How're you doing old girl?"
Jack watched him, a metaphorical light bulb going off in his head. "This is it, isn't it?" he murmured, hesitantly copying him and placing a gentle hand on the tree. "The tree of knowledge?"
"Yep," Crowley smiled fondly. "I've had guardianship of this tree for six thousand and thirteen years." He turned his head in Jack's direction. "Okay, so I kind of bollocksed things up a bit, there, but still."
Jack chuckled, stroking the bark lightly. "She's gorgeous. And those apples look delicious," he replied, winking at Crowley.
"Look, don't touch," Crowley rolled his eyes under his shades. "It was a one shot deal, and Eve beat you to it."
"Damn," Jack grinned, shaking his head. "What would happen if I ate one?"
Crowley considered this for a moment. "I really, really, really don't want to find that out."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "What happened to her, exactly?"
Crowley frowned softly, his face falling. "She found out about everything He had been keeping them from."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked, giving him a concerned look.
Crowley shrugged, glancing down, it was clear this was not a happy subject for him. "Pain, passion, sorrow, need, everything," he said. "All the things that make you human."
Jack reached out, squeezing his hand gently before withdrawing it. "I'm sorry."
Crowley put his hands in his pockets to avoid any more of that, then shrugged. "Not your fault, you were well beyond having even your ancestors existing then."
Jack chuckled. "I just meant I'm sorry for bringing up a painful topic."
Crowley shrugged it off. "I'm fine," he said. "Come on, we'll get you home before your strange little doctor decides to try and shoot me."
"He'll probably try anyway," Jack grinned, letting Crowley off the hook just this once. "He's a little trigger happy sometimes. Not that I'm one to talk."
"Never really got guns," said Crowley. "It's something man created."
Jack shrugged. "I was a teenager the first time I had to use one."
Crowley chuckled softly. "Means nothing to me, I was never a teenager."
"Lucky you," Jack chuckled. "You aren't missing much."
"From what I gather, it's all about hormones and not being in control of them," the demon smirked, climbing over the fence again.
"Pretty much sums it up, yeah," Jack agreed, following him after one more glance at the tree. "And not getting shot to death."
"I imagine that would be helpful, the not dying part," drawled Crowley.
"Definitely. 'Course I'd signed up for it, so I really didn't have room to complain," Jack replied, walking next to him.
"Trust me, you're not allowed to complain when you don't sign up, either," said Crowley enigmatically.
Jack chuckled again. "I know, trust me," he replied, getting into the car again when they arrived.
Crowley arched a brow, the car starting up. "What they do to you? Throw you in a bag, drag you off somewhere, pull you out and say 'here you go, this is what you'll do now'"
Jack didn't answer, choosing instead to buckle himself in again and glance away.
"Yeah, old, know the silent thing," pointed out Crowley as he headed off towards Cardiff.
"Sorry," Jack sighed. "I just don't talk about how I joined Torchwood a lot."
"That's fine, I don't talk about how I joined Hell a lot, the not-talking thing is fine by me," said Crowley.
"Good," Jack smiled, letting out a sigh of relief as he stretched out a bit in his seat.
"Feeling better now, are we?" Crowley arched a brow, sticking a tape in and sighing as Queen blared out. "Bless it, there's another one gone."
Jack raised an eyebrow at the Queen. "Not your choice of tunes?"
"No," said Crowley, giving up and letting it play. "Anything that stays in this car for over a fortnight turns into a Best of Queen album. I don't know why. Sometimes Freddy can be soothing, but you can only hear so much of him, you know?"
Jack gave him a knowing smirk. "Oh I definitely do."
Crowley chuckled low. "You old dog, I think you need a list of people you haven't shagged."
Jack blinked. "That would be a very short list, there's not much of a point."
"Yes, but it would keep us well informed, and help us know when we've had the same person," Crowley teased.
Jack smirked again. "I think I'll keep it a mystery, it's more fun that way."
"You just like shocking people," the demon chuckled.
"It's fun, I'll admit," Jack grinned. "I'm very good at it."
"Really? I never noticed," said Crowley sarcastically, screeching to a stop outside the hub.
"Thanks for the ride. And you know. Everything else," Jack smiled, getting out of the car.
"Yeah, well, I had nothing better to do," said Crowley with a shrug.
Jack laughed, shaking his head. "Somehow, I'm- " Whatever he was saying cut off as a laser tore into his chest, sending him into the darkness as he sprawled over the pavement. The Master waved cheerfully at Crowley from his TARDIS, before smiling charmingly at the CCTV.
Crowley blinked, then hissed, jumping out of his car, from young yuppie to a very very angry snake demon in three seconds flat. "You're really starting to piss me off," he said, forming a ball of hellfire in his hands.
"I'd love to stay and chat, really I would, but you know. Things to do, worlds to conquer. Elections to plan, etc. etc," the Master chirped. "He'll be gone for a bit," he added, before disappearing, the TARDIS dematerializing soon after.
Crowley blessed under his breath, the hellfire dissipating as he crouched down and gave Jack a prod. "Come on, Harkness, I really suck at the healing-life thing."
Jack lay completely and utterly still, the life gone from his body. Mickey, who had just happened to take a look at the cameras, sprinted for Owen's desk. "Owen, it's Jack. He's dead. That demon guy's there."
Crowley gave a long suffering sigh, cast a concerned look down at the ground (or more precisely, beyond it) before hefting Jack up over his shoulder, heading off to the tourist information office.
Owen scowled, standing up. "I fucking KNEW it!"
Mickey glanced at the cameras again. "He's bringing him to the tourist office, come on," he replied, tugging him up to it. "What happened to him?" he asked Crowley, frowning.
Owen scowled, pulling out his gun. "I knew I shouldn't have let him fucking go."
Crowley rolled his eyes.
"Oh, put that away, you moron," he said, shifting Jack on his shoulder. "He got shot by that Master idiot."
"Oh," Mickey blinked, before sighing. "That does make sense. Owen, put the gun down," he murmured, before making room for Jack on the desk.
Owen scowled, his gun still trained on Crowley. The demon put Jack on the table, arched a brow at Owen and clicked his fingers, the gun simply stopped existing in that mortal plane and moved to another.
"......Oi," said Owen, at a loss.
Mickey blinked at the gun's...lack of existence, but moved to hold Jack's hand. "Come on, Captain Cheesecake, you can do it," he encouraged him, before glancing at Owen. "How long does this usually take?"
Owen frowned. "I don't know, depends how hard he was hit, sometimes it takes days."
"That's helpful," said Crowley sarcastically.
Obviously it wasn't going to take days this time, as Jack gasped to life, clutching at Mickey. Mickey was unsure of how to calm him, but tried anyway. "It's okay, Jack, you're alive. You're with us, yeah?"
Owen stepped forward. "S'alright, Love," he said gently. "You're safe."
Jack reached out for Owen, pulling him close as he shivered. "Fucking bastard," he grumbled. "Belongs back in Hell."
Owen blinked. "I...um...Jack, you are talking about the Master, right?" he asked
Jack rolled his eyes. "Who else would I be talking about?" he muttered, taking a few deep breaths.
"I thought you were talking about him," Owen jutted a thumb at Crowley, who looked utterly bored now the immediate danger had passed.
"Don't be an idiot. He got me fixed, I think," Jack replied, chuckling, before tugging both him and Mickey into a group hug. Mickey returned it until Jack groped him. "That's enough hugging," he decided, before heading back to the Hub proper.
Owen hugged Jack back with a chuckle as Crowley stepped backwards to avoid the chance of being caught in any hugging.
"Glad you're alright, Pet," whispered Owen.
"Me too," Jack replied, offering him a smile that seemed centuries younger, a bit of a sparkle back in his baby blue eyes. "Thank Crowley," he added, gesturing to the demon.
"You look.....different," Owen murmured.
"Yeah, yeah," Crowley put his hands in his pockets. "You done now? I don't want to be caught in a love-in."
Jack blushed a bit. "Do I?" he asked curiously, before chuckling at Crowley. "You sure? There's always room for one more," he winked.
Crowley rolled his eyes from behind his shades. "Told you, you're too young for me," he smirked a little, heading for the door. "Ciao"
Jack laughed, offering Crowley a wave. "Bye," he replied, before kissing Owen soundly once they were alone.
Owen sighed as he returned the kiss, the sound of the Bentley roaring off in the distance. "Was worried about you, Love."
"I know," Jack smiled, stroking his cheek gently. "I'm okay now though," he reassured him. "Test me."
"How?" asked Owen with a soft smile.
"I dunno, you're the doctor," Jack chuckled.
Owen eyed him. "Alright," he whispered slowly. "What are you going to do if you see the Master again?"
Jack growled. "Kick his scrawny ass and send him crying back to John."
Owen blinked, eyeing carefully. "Well, sodding hell, it worked," he frowned. "You still have your soul, right?"
"As far as I know," Jack shrugged. "Not sure how to test that one."
Owen's frown deepened. "If he's taken it I'll sodding kill him."
"I don't think he has, Owen," Jack sighed. "I don't feel particularly soulless."
Owen frowned, hugging him. "I didn't feel it when mine went."
Jack shrugged again, returning the hug. "Well we'll cross that bridge if we come to it, yeah? But for now can we be happy that I'm fixed? Please?"
"Alright pet," Owen kissed his forehead. "I am glad for that."
"Me too," Jack replied, smiling brilliantly again. "I feel incredible."
"Good," Owen smiled, then blinked. "Um...Jack?"
"Hm?" Jack asked, tilting his head.
"How do I get my gun back?" Owen frowned softly. "I really liked it."
"I'll get you a new one?" Jack offered.
"Alright," Owen sulked a bit. "Was a nice gun, is all."
Jack stroked his hair gently. "I'll try asking him, but if he won't give it back I'll buy you one exactly like it."
"Hmfh," sulked Owen, before smiling a little. "Glad you're back, Jack."
Jack beamed, snuggling him a bit. "I'm glad I'm back too. And back to normal. Well...not that I was ever normal to begin with, but...you know."
Owen smiled, hugging him close. "Still....you needed it, you were a mess."
"How he described it...it was like it was all tangled up, biting away at me," Jack murmured, nodding. "I don't think anything else could've worked, honestly."
Owen frowned. "Who'd you end up seeing?"
"A boy named Adam. He looked to be about eleven...except for his eyes. He wouldn't tell me exactly who he was," Jack explained. "He could see inside of me...it was a little unnerving," he shivered.
Owen considered this for a minute. "Wasn't....ADAM Adam, you know, with the whole Eden thing snake-guy has going on and all..."
Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "Crowley assured me it wasn't that Adam."
"Ah...okay," he nodded for a moment. "Weird."
"Yeah. I don't really care who he is, honestly. I'm just glad he did whatever it was he did," Jack replied.
"Yeah," Owen watched him with a soft smile. "You'll be ready for the Master when he comes again, he'll get the shock of his ruddy life."
"I will," Jack agreed, returning the smile. "I'm my own person again, Owen, and it's fantastic."
Owen kissed him gently. "Good, 'bout sodding time."
Jack returned the kiss happily, tugging him closer. "It's like...I just lost a bunch of mental weight," he chuckled.
Owen cuddled him. "I am glad, pet."
"Come on," Jack grinned, before hopping off the desk. "Let's celebrate somewhere comfier, shall we?"
Owen's smile widened. "Alright."
Jack squeezed Owen's hand, before leading him to his office, humming to himself on the way there.
Owen chuckled as he followed him. "You're really happy, aren't you?"
"Of course I am," Jack replied, shutting the door behind them before tugging Owen into a deep kiss. "I'm free," he murmured against his lips.
Owen shivered returning the deep kiss. "Haven't seen you this happy in ages."
"That's because I haven't felt like this in ages," Jack chuckled, tangling his fingers in Owen's hair as he playfully nipped at his lips.
Owen chuckled softly. "Bloody hell, we should have done this sooner."
Jack laughed quietly, nodding. "I'm sorry for putting you all through that....I know it was hard on everyone else, too."
Owen shrugged. "S'alright, Love, it's over now."
"It is," Jack smiled, nuzzling him a bit. "Not that we won't have to worry about him being an ass, but...it'll be nice to be able to think clearly. Or as clearly as I can."
Owen smiled, kissing his forehead. "Exactly, you can tell that bastard where to shove it."
"And I will," Jack chuckled, tugging Owen into his lap as he sat down in his office chair, before grimacing. "Though knowing him, he'll likely take that the wrong way."
Owen sighed, settling on his lap. "Probably, but that doesn't matter, because you won't let him mess you about again, right?"
"I won't let him, no. Whether or not he will anyway is a different question," Jack pointed out, snuggling him.
"Well, if he does I'll fucking shoot him," Owen smirked
Jack was quiet for a moment, before meeting his gaze. "I wouldn't stop you," he replied seriously.
Owen blinked then smiled a proper smile. "It feels fucking fantastic to hear you say that."
Jack blushed a bit, ducking his head. "I mean it."
"Good," said Owen, "Bloody brilliant."
Jack chuckled. "You're really happy about this, aren't you?"
"Yes I sodding am," said Owen. "I coudln't bear to see you suffering."
"I'm sorry," Jack murmured softly, his large hand cupping Owen's cheek before he drew him into another kiss.
"S'alight," he whispered, leaning in, pressing his lips against Jack's.
Jack kissed him deeply and tenderly, closing his eyes as he simply relaxed into it, able to do so in a way he hadn't been for a long time.
Owen sighed into it, returning it slow and gentle, his fingers moving the thread through Jack's hair.
Jack smiled into the kiss, purring into it a bit at the touch, his own fingers curling in Owen's shirt as he slipped his tongue in his mouth.
Owen welcomed his tongue with a soft sigh, his own moving up to run along Jack's, moving in close to him.
Jack pulled him in closer, groaning as he danced with Owen's tongue, his hips shifting up against Owen's invitingly.
Owen shivered, chuckling a little into the kiss, shifting his legs to straddle his lap
Jack grinned, moving to nip down Owen's neck as he slid his hands under his shirt, brushing against his skin.
Owen let a low groan slip from his throat, arching his neck for him, his eyes slipping closed as he leaned into the older man's touch.
Jack murmured Owen's name against his throat, tracing a finger down his spine teasingly as he ground up against him.
Owen moaned, shifting his hips down, his hands moving to Jack's braces
Jack smirked, breathing Owen's name again into his ear as he removed his shirt, tossing it aside somewhere before tugging him into another deep kiss.
The doctor groaned, grinding his hips down slowly as he kissed him deeply, his fingers working on Jack's own shirt buttons
Jack gripped Owen's rear as he ground back, returning the kiss with a growing fierceness, his teeth scraping against Owen's lips and tongue.
Owen whimpered softly, nipping Jack's lower lip, one hand sliding between then to rub over the captain's trousers
Jack echoed the whimper, shifting into Owen's hand needfully as he nipped back, sliding a hand of his own down to return the favour.
"Hmm, Jaack," he moaned, his hand moving to undo his trousers
"Owen," Jack groaned, shifting into him even as his trousers were being undone, his own hand moving to undo Owen's quickly.
Owen growled softly, kissing Jack soundly, shifting his hips enough to tug Jack's trousers down, letting them drop around his ankles.
Jack shivered at the soft growl, attempting to tug at Owen's trousers as he kissed him back.
Owen kissed him deep and needing, grinding his hips down slowly, mumbling Jack's name against his lips.
Jack moaned into the kiss, returning the slow grind as he leaned back against the chair for support, gripping Owen tightly, pulling him in as close as possible.
Owen gasped as he was pulled in, his hips shifting wantonly as his tongue ran over Jack's teeth.
Jack growled, pushing Owen's trousers away completely as he captured Owen's tongue, sucking on it as he wrapped his hand around him, stroking teasingly.
Owen groaned into the kiss, swearing profusely in his head as he moved to his lover's touch.
Jack grinned, brushing his fingers lightly over Owen's tip, nipping at his tongue playfully.
"Wanker," Owen groaned
Jack smirked again, giving him one slow, long stroke. "Who, me?" he asked innocently.
Owen groaned again, his eyelids fluttering. "Yes, you."
"Couldn't be," Jack chuckled, biting along his neck again as he continued to tease him.
"Are so," Owen breathed, trying to press down on his hand.
Jack smirked, withdrawing his hand for a moment, just to see what would happen.
Owen's eyes flickered to black a moment, before he growled, pushing Jack into the chair and grinding his hips down on the captain's.
Jack grinned victoriously for a moment before grinding back, echoing the growl with one of his own as he kissed him back fiercely.
Owen smirked, grinding down, leaning in to bite Jack's earlobe.
Jack moaned, his own eyes closing blissfully for a moment at the biting, his hands gripping Owen tightly as he arched into him desperately.
"How'd you want it, Jack?" the doctor rasped into his ear, giving a long, slow grind.
"I don't care as long as you're fucking me," Jack groaned impatiently, another shiver running through him in anticipation.
"You need to get a sodding reclining chair," Owen told him, shifting against him. "Your stuff from the strap?"
"You mean this?" Jack chuckled, getting the lube out for him. "And yes," he breathed, "A reclining chair would be good. I'll mention it to Ianto."
Owen smirked, kissing Jack's jaw and taking the lube from him. "I'm sure Ianto will agree."
"Oh no doubt," Jack grinned, wriggling his hips. "I'm sure he'd love to test it out."
Owen grinned, moving to prepare himself. "No doubt."
Jack chuckled breathlessly, watching him intently. "Maybe you'd like to join him."
Owen arched a brow, smirking. "You just want to shag all of us at the same time."
"Got a problem with that?" Jack replied, matching his smirk.
Owen smirked more, pushing Jack's hips up. "What do you think?"
Jack groaned, shifting a bit to get comfortable as he gripped the chair. "I think you don't."
"Hmm, you'd be right, there, then," said Owen, sliding in with a grunt, too impatient to prepare him more.
Jack cried out as Owen slid in, ignoring the fact that the chair being on wheels was going to make this a little interesting as he hooked his legs around him, welcoming him in deeper.
Owen blinked as the chair swivled back as he rocked in. "If I end up on my arse, this is your fault," he breathed, starting to rock into Jack
"We could move to the desk," Jack groaned, his own hips rolling in time with Owen's, though he didn't particularly care either way. He'd done this in more awkward positions.
"That requires moving," Owen pointed out logically, slamming into him, kissing at his neck.
"Point," Jack gasped, his nails digging into Owen's back as he slammed back against him, arching his neck as he moaned helplessly into Owen's ear.
Owen hissed at the scratches, but didn't move away from them as he drove in heavily.
Jack swore loudly, kissing him roughly as he thrust back against him, shuddering as he neared the edge.
Owen smirked against his lips, his hand moving to pull at him in time with his strong thrusts.
Jack whimpered Owen's name as he thrust into his hand, eventually arching into him and releasing with a harsh cry.
Owen's cry joined Jack's as he slammed into him once more, releasing deep inside.
Jack groaned as Owen released into him, slumping back into the chair and relaxing his head against the top, snuggling Owen close.
Owen panted for a moment as he coasted down, before smiling softly, snuggling in.
Jack kissed him tenderly after catching his breath, brushing his fingers through Owen's hair. "Love you," he murmured.
Owen smiled, returning the tender kiss. "Love you, too, Pet."
Jack returned the smile, just content to snuggle him quietly for a few moments, before kissing his forehead softly. "Should tell everyone else the good news."
"You should," he agreed. "I bet one of them will want to throw a party or summat."
Jack chuckled. "A party doesn't sound like a bad idea."
"See, knew it," Owen laughed, sliding off him.
Jack grinned, stretching a bit before getting up himself and digging around for his clothes, taking his time with putting them on. "I'll see you later then, have fun cleaning up," he smirked, before walking out of the office.
Owen dressed himself, watching Jack go with a fond smile, before remembering technically he should be working and getting right onto that
When: Err…some point?
Where: The Hub, then Eden Lower Tadfield.
What: Crowley promised he’d get Jack fixed and he keeps his promises.
Why: Because Jack needed fixing. NC17 towards end.
Above the Hub, there was a roar of a vintage Bentley tearing up the road and coming to a very sudden stop. Crowley stepped out, the car locking itself as he wandered through the tourist information building and down into the Hub proper. The thought that the doors shouldn't really just open because he wanted to them never really occurred to him. Owen blinked from his workstation as the demon stepped in.
".....What's the fucking point of having top level security when people can just walk in?" grumbled the doctor.
"I'm not people," said Crowley with a bored shrug, then louder. "Oi, Harkness, you coming or what?"
Jack blinked at the familiar voice, poking his head out from his office. "Coming where?"
Crowley folded his arms in the manner of one dragged out of his way. "To my associate, to fix you. You remember this conversation?"
"....Wot associate?" said Owen, instantly suspicious.
"Oh yeah," Jack replied as he stepped out, clearly a little nervous. "I told you about him, Owen. He's going to help me."
Owen eyed Crowley with clear distrust. "Yeah, for a price."
Crowley shrugged. "Nothing's free," he drawled, not bothered by Owen's attempt to intimidate him at all. "Besides, all he needs is some alien...thingie. And that's more bribery than anything."
Jack ducked back into his office for a moment, before bringing Crowley an alien artifact that looked a bit like a weapon, but was in fact a musical instrument. "Think this'll do?"
Crowley arched one eyebrow above his sunglasses, giving the object a prod. "It can't...you know, kill anyone or anything, can it? He's got this thing against weapons."
"It's not a weapon," Jack chuckled, placing his fingers over some of the holes before blowing into it gently. The instrument lit up, emitting a low hum. "It's an instrument," he explained.
"Hmmm," Crowley considered. "Yep, bet that'll do, it's alien enough."
Owen muttered something under his breath about not trusting snake-people as far as he could throw them.
Jack sighed, walking over to Owen and pulling him into a hug. "I'll be okay," he murmured.
Owen hugged Jack back tightly. "Be careful," he whispered softly. "I don't like him, he's a shifty bugger."
"Despite common thought, snakes are not deaf," commented Crowley dryly.
"I know you don't like him, but I trust him," Jack sighed, kissing him gently. "I'll be back before you know it.
Owen returned the kiss. "Alright," he murmured quietly. "But if anything goes wrong, I get to shoot him."
Crowley rolled his eyes, glancing around boredly.
"Of course," Jack chuckled, ruffling Owen's hair before stepping back. "Okay Crowley. How are we getting there, car or manipulator?" he asked, tapping his wrist.
Owen humfed, sulkily going back to work.
"Car," said Crowley. "You won't get co-ordinates for it on that thing. It's...very hard to find if you don't know the way."
"Alright, car it is," Jack replied, glancing back at Owen again before following Crowley out and hopping in said car. "Is it far?"
The Bentley started up with a glance. "You clearly haven't been in a car with me yet," Crowley smirked.
"I have once, but I was kind of too out of it to remember anything," Jack pointed out, remembering Ianto's possession by the Master.
Crowley considered. "Ah, right," he considered a bit more. "Might want to put your seat belt on, Luke got rather unnerved."
"I flew to the end of the universe on the TARDIS with no seatbelt," Jack chuckled, but strapped himself in anyway.
Crowley arched and eyebrow. "Good for you," he said dryly, then slammed his foot down. The Bentley went from zero to one hundred and eighty miles an hour in about two point three seconds. Everything that could have been in Crowley's way quickly got out of their way of their own accord, whether they were inanimate or not.
Jack laughed, enjoying the sudden rush of wind as they sped up. "Nice wheels," he complimented, clearly not feeling unnerved in the least.
"Thanks," Crowley grinned, turning to look at Jack, as he clearly never thought him watching the road was an important part of driving. "Told you I had a nice car."
"You should probably keep your eyes on the road," Jack commented, amused at Crowley's "driving skills," but not really concerned unless it looked like he was going to hit someone.
Crowley glanced at the road, then back at Jack. "Why?" he asked. "Things just automatically get out of my way. Normal rules don't apply to me, once read a book while driving, too."
Jack raised an eyebrow, but wisely chose not to comment. "Right. So where are we going, exactly?”
"Lower Tadfield," said Crowley. "You won't have heard it."
"You're right, I haven't," Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "Are we there yet?"
"We're ten now, are we?" asked Crowley dryly, turning the wheel a little. "It's not easy to find, he has to let you in."
"Are we there yet?" Jack asked again with a smirk. "How 'bout now?"
"Don't make me smack you," said Crowley, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. "Ah, here we go." He slammed his foot down, the car coming to a very sudden and very complete standstill.
Jack was suddenly and abruptly very glad he was wearing his seatbelt. "Ow," he grumbled, rubbing his chest after unbuckling, before getting out and glancing around.
Crowley didn't pay him much attention getting out of the car and leaning on the side, summoning up a cigarette from nowhere and snapping his fingers, a flame appearing on his hand. The area they'd stopped in looked like any English town....that had hit the early nineties and stayed there. Crowley lit his fag and waved the flame away, taking a drag. "Now we'll just wait for him to find us."
"Uh huh," Jack replied, leaning against the car as he waited. "So what's the story on this place? Looks like it's stuck in the nineties. Not that there's anything wrong with the nineties, but still."
Crowley, very pointedly, and without much force, pushed Jack off the car with a finger. "He likes it this way, therefore it stays this way. Kinda of like," Crowley took a drag and considered this for a moment. ".....A time bubble."
"Oh, I've been to a couple of those," Jack nodded. "Except on a smaller scale, you know those parties, that are like, 80's-themed or 70's-themed, or whatever? I've been to ones that are literally, you know. Stuck in that period, so everything's authentic," he grinned.
Crowley chuckled softly. "Going 'round the once is enough for me. History is just on repeat, anyway." He glanced up at a hill, his cigarette vanishing. "Here he comes," he murmured, watching a small boy, a mongrel dog at his heels, slouch down the hill towards them.
Jack blinked. "...That's your associate?"
"Yep," said Crowley, his eyes on the boy, who looked eleven at most, moving from his slouching position to stand up properly.
Suddenly Jack felt a lot less nervous, and he smiled at the boy when he came closer. "Hey there. I'm Jack," he greeted him, offering a hand to shake.
The boy looked up at Jack, before taking his hand and shaking it. "Hello, Jack, I'm Adam," he looked at the dog at his feet. "This is Dog. 'Lo Crowley."
"Hi," Crowley gave a half-arsed wave.
"Adam?" Jack replied, blinking again. "Adam as in....the Adam?" he asked curiously.
Adam blinked. "Adam as in Adam Young."
"No," said Crowley simply. "Not that Adam." He turned to look at the boy. "Jack here works with aliens."
Adam's eyes grew about ten times wider, in the way of all eleven year old boys when the word 'alien' is used.
"Really?"
Jack chuckled, taking the musical instrument out of his pocket. "Really. I brought this for you, and before you ask, it's not a weapon. It's an instrument, you play it like this," he replied, demonstrating.
Adam watched it for a moment, before smiling, taking it off Jack and trying it out, getting it pitch-perfect right away. "And this is for me?" he asked, smiling. "Thank you."
He blinked, then eyed Crowley suspiciously.
"What do you want?"
"Weeeeell," Crowley cleared his throat. "Jack here has a...um.. problem which you could probably sort out."
"You didn't tell him?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow, before sighing. "I....it's kind of a long story. But to sum up, I've got this...well, the Doctor calls it a masochistic addiction, which pretty much fits."
"It's not like he has a mobile phone, he's eleven in the nineties," grumbled Crowley.
Adam blinked, taking this in, suddenly, his eyes looked a lot older than eleven. "....I see," he said. "And you want this...addiction to go?"
Jack noticed the change in his eyes. "You're not really eleven, are you?" he asked, avoiding the question.
"I have been eleven since I had my eleventh birthday," Adam decided on. "I can fix you if you want me to, Mister. I don't like people being sad....I shouldn't meddle, but this once should be okay. It's fixing."
Jack shifted awkwardly. "You think you can fix it without knowing anything about it? It's not exactly a story I want to tell."
Adam stood on his tip-toes to get a better look at Jack. "It's all there, tangled up, biting away at you," he commented.
"Trust me, he can do it," said Crowley. "Smile and nod, Jack."
"Yeah...biting away at me is a good way to describe it," Jack replied uncomfortably. "You can see inside my head?"
Adam smiled a very unnerving smile. "I see everything."
Jack felt about ten times more uncomfortable. "So....can you fix it?" he asked, choosing not to comment on that whole seeing everything issue.
Adam tilted his head to one side. There was a brief feeling of the world being pulled inside out in the localised area of Jack's brain, before going back to normal. "There you go, Mister Jack, all done."
Jack winced at the sensation, feeling a bit queasy, before glancing at Adam again. "How do I know it's really gone?"
Adam blinked. "Because it is," he said simply, patting Jack's arm. "There. There."
"Right....who are you, really? You create time bubbles, see everything, and can...do whatever you just did....I won't freak out or anything, I just want to know," Jack shrugged, before crossing his arms.
Adam gave him a soft smile. "I'm Adam Young," he said simply. "Thank you for the alien gizmo, Mister Harkness, I gotta go now, the Them will be expecting me. Seeya Crowley." With that, the boy ran off, Dog yapping at his heels.
"He wouldn't tell you who he is," said Crowley as the boy vanished over the hill. "He knows, but he doesn't like to think about it."
"I can respect that," Jack murmured, able to relate. "Thank you, Crowley, for bringing me here. I hope it really worked," he added, before getting back in the car again”
"It will have," said Crowley, getting into the driver's seat. "With who he is, well, he won't get things wrong. He's very determined like that, gets it from his dad."
Jack chuckled softly. "Well, the only way to know for sure is if it's tested out," he murmured, buckling himself in again.
"No doubt our happily little friend will enjoy that," said Crowley, his distaste for the Master evident in his voice. "Hmmm, better check something while I'm here, won't take long." He turned the car and drove at a bit more normal speed along a road.
"Not if I break his neck first," Jack muttered, before blinking a few times. "....What are you checking out?"
"Well, you want to hurt him, that's got to be an improvement," chuckled Crowley. "Something important," he decided on, pulling the Bentley up to a fence near a meadow. "Want to see something cool?"
"It's definitely an improvement," Jack grinned, nodding. "I'd love to."
"Alright, then," Crowley grinned. "C'mon, have to walk the rest of the way." He got out the car and climbed over the fence, landing in the long grass on the other side, sauntering up the meadow.
"I need a good walk anyway," Jack smiled, following him out as he looked around. "It's a nice place."
"It used to be a lot nicer," said Crowley with a sigh, before smiling as they came across the only tree in the meadow. The apple tree was well beyond ancient, it's trunk and branches gnarled and twisted, the apples, however, were brighter and redder than any apples ever should be. "Ah, here we are," said Crowley, putting a hand on the trunk, much more gentle than he usually was. "How're you doing old girl?"
Jack watched him, a metaphorical light bulb going off in his head. "This is it, isn't it?" he murmured, hesitantly copying him and placing a gentle hand on the tree. "The tree of knowledge?"
"Yep," Crowley smiled fondly. "I've had guardianship of this tree for six thousand and thirteen years." He turned his head in Jack's direction. "Okay, so I kind of bollocksed things up a bit, there, but still."
Jack chuckled, stroking the bark lightly. "She's gorgeous. And those apples look delicious," he replied, winking at Crowley.
"Look, don't touch," Crowley rolled his eyes under his shades. "It was a one shot deal, and Eve beat you to it."
"Damn," Jack grinned, shaking his head. "What would happen if I ate one?"
Crowley considered this for a moment. "I really, really, really don't want to find that out."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "What happened to her, exactly?"
Crowley frowned softly, his face falling. "She found out about everything He had been keeping them from."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked, giving him a concerned look.
Crowley shrugged, glancing down, it was clear this was not a happy subject for him. "Pain, passion, sorrow, need, everything," he said. "All the things that make you human."
Jack reached out, squeezing his hand gently before withdrawing it. "I'm sorry."
Crowley put his hands in his pockets to avoid any more of that, then shrugged. "Not your fault, you were well beyond having even your ancestors existing then."
Jack chuckled. "I just meant I'm sorry for bringing up a painful topic."
Crowley shrugged it off. "I'm fine," he said. "Come on, we'll get you home before your strange little doctor decides to try and shoot me."
"He'll probably try anyway," Jack grinned, letting Crowley off the hook just this once. "He's a little trigger happy sometimes. Not that I'm one to talk."
"Never really got guns," said Crowley. "It's something man created."
Jack shrugged. "I was a teenager the first time I had to use one."
Crowley chuckled softly. "Means nothing to me, I was never a teenager."
"Lucky you," Jack chuckled. "You aren't missing much."
"From what I gather, it's all about hormones and not being in control of them," the demon smirked, climbing over the fence again.
"Pretty much sums it up, yeah," Jack agreed, following him after one more glance at the tree. "And not getting shot to death."
"I imagine that would be helpful, the not dying part," drawled Crowley.
"Definitely. 'Course I'd signed up for it, so I really didn't have room to complain," Jack replied, walking next to him.
"Trust me, you're not allowed to complain when you don't sign up, either," said Crowley enigmatically.
Jack chuckled again. "I know, trust me," he replied, getting into the car again when they arrived.
Crowley arched a brow, the car starting up. "What they do to you? Throw you in a bag, drag you off somewhere, pull you out and say 'here you go, this is what you'll do now'"
Jack didn't answer, choosing instead to buckle himself in again and glance away.
"Yeah, old, know the silent thing," pointed out Crowley as he headed off towards Cardiff.
"Sorry," Jack sighed. "I just don't talk about how I joined Torchwood a lot."
"That's fine, I don't talk about how I joined Hell a lot, the not-talking thing is fine by me," said Crowley.
"Good," Jack smiled, letting out a sigh of relief as he stretched out a bit in his seat.
"Feeling better now, are we?" Crowley arched a brow, sticking a tape in and sighing as Queen blared out. "Bless it, there's another one gone."
Jack raised an eyebrow at the Queen. "Not your choice of tunes?"
"No," said Crowley, giving up and letting it play. "Anything that stays in this car for over a fortnight turns into a Best of Queen album. I don't know why. Sometimes Freddy can be soothing, but you can only hear so much of him, you know?"
Jack gave him a knowing smirk. "Oh I definitely do."
Crowley chuckled low. "You old dog, I think you need a list of people you haven't shagged."
Jack blinked. "That would be a very short list, there's not much of a point."
"Yes, but it would keep us well informed, and help us know when we've had the same person," Crowley teased.
Jack smirked again. "I think I'll keep it a mystery, it's more fun that way."
"You just like shocking people," the demon chuckled.
"It's fun, I'll admit," Jack grinned. "I'm very good at it."
"Really? I never noticed," said Crowley sarcastically, screeching to a stop outside the hub.
"Thanks for the ride. And you know. Everything else," Jack smiled, getting out of the car.
"Yeah, well, I had nothing better to do," said Crowley with a shrug.
Jack laughed, shaking his head. "Somehow, I'm- " Whatever he was saying cut off as a laser tore into his chest, sending him into the darkness as he sprawled over the pavement. The Master waved cheerfully at Crowley from his TARDIS, before smiling charmingly at the CCTV.
Crowley blinked, then hissed, jumping out of his car, from young yuppie to a very very angry snake demon in three seconds flat. "You're really starting to piss me off," he said, forming a ball of hellfire in his hands.
"I'd love to stay and chat, really I would, but you know. Things to do, worlds to conquer. Elections to plan, etc. etc," the Master chirped. "He'll be gone for a bit," he added, before disappearing, the TARDIS dematerializing soon after.
Crowley blessed under his breath, the hellfire dissipating as he crouched down and gave Jack a prod. "Come on, Harkness, I really suck at the healing-life thing."
Jack lay completely and utterly still, the life gone from his body. Mickey, who had just happened to take a look at the cameras, sprinted for Owen's desk. "Owen, it's Jack. He's dead. That demon guy's there."
Crowley gave a long suffering sigh, cast a concerned look down at the ground (or more precisely, beyond it) before hefting Jack up over his shoulder, heading off to the tourist information office.
Owen scowled, standing up. "I fucking KNEW it!"
Mickey glanced at the cameras again. "He's bringing him to the tourist office, come on," he replied, tugging him up to it. "What happened to him?" he asked Crowley, frowning.
Owen scowled, pulling out his gun. "I knew I shouldn't have let him fucking go."
Crowley rolled his eyes.
"Oh, put that away, you moron," he said, shifting Jack on his shoulder. "He got shot by that Master idiot."
"Oh," Mickey blinked, before sighing. "That does make sense. Owen, put the gun down," he murmured, before making room for Jack on the desk.
Owen scowled, his gun still trained on Crowley. The demon put Jack on the table, arched a brow at Owen and clicked his fingers, the gun simply stopped existing in that mortal plane and moved to another.
"......Oi," said Owen, at a loss.
Mickey blinked at the gun's...lack of existence, but moved to hold Jack's hand. "Come on, Captain Cheesecake, you can do it," he encouraged him, before glancing at Owen. "How long does this usually take?"
Owen frowned. "I don't know, depends how hard he was hit, sometimes it takes days."
"That's helpful," said Crowley sarcastically.
Obviously it wasn't going to take days this time, as Jack gasped to life, clutching at Mickey. Mickey was unsure of how to calm him, but tried anyway. "It's okay, Jack, you're alive. You're with us, yeah?"
Owen stepped forward. "S'alright, Love," he said gently. "You're safe."
Jack reached out for Owen, pulling him close as he shivered. "Fucking bastard," he grumbled. "Belongs back in Hell."
Owen blinked. "I...um...Jack, you are talking about the Master, right?" he asked
Jack rolled his eyes. "Who else would I be talking about?" he muttered, taking a few deep breaths.
"I thought you were talking about him," Owen jutted a thumb at Crowley, who looked utterly bored now the immediate danger had passed.
"Don't be an idiot. He got me fixed, I think," Jack replied, chuckling, before tugging both him and Mickey into a group hug. Mickey returned it until Jack groped him. "That's enough hugging," he decided, before heading back to the Hub proper.
Owen hugged Jack back with a chuckle as Crowley stepped backwards to avoid the chance of being caught in any hugging.
"Glad you're alright, Pet," whispered Owen.
"Me too," Jack replied, offering him a smile that seemed centuries younger, a bit of a sparkle back in his baby blue eyes. "Thank Crowley," he added, gesturing to the demon.
"You look.....different," Owen murmured.
"Yeah, yeah," Crowley put his hands in his pockets. "You done now? I don't want to be caught in a love-in."
Jack blushed a bit. "Do I?" he asked curiously, before chuckling at Crowley. "You sure? There's always room for one more," he winked.
Crowley rolled his eyes from behind his shades. "Told you, you're too young for me," he smirked a little, heading for the door. "Ciao"
Jack laughed, offering Crowley a wave. "Bye," he replied, before kissing Owen soundly once they were alone.
Owen sighed as he returned the kiss, the sound of the Bentley roaring off in the distance. "Was worried about you, Love."
"I know," Jack smiled, stroking his cheek gently. "I'm okay now though," he reassured him. "Test me."
"How?" asked Owen with a soft smile.
"I dunno, you're the doctor," Jack chuckled.
Owen eyed him. "Alright," he whispered slowly. "What are you going to do if you see the Master again?"
Jack growled. "Kick his scrawny ass and send him crying back to John."
Owen blinked, eyeing carefully. "Well, sodding hell, it worked," he frowned. "You still have your soul, right?"
"As far as I know," Jack shrugged. "Not sure how to test that one."
Owen's frown deepened. "If he's taken it I'll sodding kill him."
"I don't think he has, Owen," Jack sighed. "I don't feel particularly soulless."
Owen frowned, hugging him. "I didn't feel it when mine went."
Jack shrugged again, returning the hug. "Well we'll cross that bridge if we come to it, yeah? But for now can we be happy that I'm fixed? Please?"
"Alright pet," Owen kissed his forehead. "I am glad for that."
"Me too," Jack replied, smiling brilliantly again. "I feel incredible."
"Good," Owen smiled, then blinked. "Um...Jack?"
"Hm?" Jack asked, tilting his head.
"How do I get my gun back?" Owen frowned softly. "I really liked it."
"I'll get you a new one?" Jack offered.
"Alright," Owen sulked a bit. "Was a nice gun, is all."
Jack stroked his hair gently. "I'll try asking him, but if he won't give it back I'll buy you one exactly like it."
"Hmfh," sulked Owen, before smiling a little. "Glad you're back, Jack."
Jack beamed, snuggling him a bit. "I'm glad I'm back too. And back to normal. Well...not that I was ever normal to begin with, but...you know."
Owen smiled, hugging him close. "Still....you needed it, you were a mess."
"How he described it...it was like it was all tangled up, biting away at me," Jack murmured, nodding. "I don't think anything else could've worked, honestly."
Owen frowned. "Who'd you end up seeing?"
"A boy named Adam. He looked to be about eleven...except for his eyes. He wouldn't tell me exactly who he was," Jack explained. "He could see inside of me...it was a little unnerving," he shivered.
Owen considered this for a minute. "Wasn't....ADAM Adam, you know, with the whole Eden thing snake-guy has going on and all..."
Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "Crowley assured me it wasn't that Adam."
"Ah...okay," he nodded for a moment. "Weird."
"Yeah. I don't really care who he is, honestly. I'm just glad he did whatever it was he did," Jack replied.
"Yeah," Owen watched him with a soft smile. "You'll be ready for the Master when he comes again, he'll get the shock of his ruddy life."
"I will," Jack agreed, returning the smile. "I'm my own person again, Owen, and it's fantastic."
Owen kissed him gently. "Good, 'bout sodding time."
Jack returned the kiss happily, tugging him closer. "It's like...I just lost a bunch of mental weight," he chuckled.
Owen cuddled him. "I am glad, pet."
"Come on," Jack grinned, before hopping off the desk. "Let's celebrate somewhere comfier, shall we?"
Owen's smile widened. "Alright."
Jack squeezed Owen's hand, before leading him to his office, humming to himself on the way there.
Owen chuckled as he followed him. "You're really happy, aren't you?"
"Of course I am," Jack replied, shutting the door behind them before tugging Owen into a deep kiss. "I'm free," he murmured against his lips.
Owen shivered returning the deep kiss. "Haven't seen you this happy in ages."
"That's because I haven't felt like this in ages," Jack chuckled, tangling his fingers in Owen's hair as he playfully nipped at his lips.
Owen chuckled softly. "Bloody hell, we should have done this sooner."
Jack laughed quietly, nodding. "I'm sorry for putting you all through that....I know it was hard on everyone else, too."
Owen shrugged. "S'alright, Love, it's over now."
"It is," Jack smiled, nuzzling him a bit. "Not that we won't have to worry about him being an ass, but...it'll be nice to be able to think clearly. Or as clearly as I can."
Owen smiled, kissing his forehead. "Exactly, you can tell that bastard where to shove it."
"And I will," Jack chuckled, tugging Owen into his lap as he sat down in his office chair, before grimacing. "Though knowing him, he'll likely take that the wrong way."
Owen sighed, settling on his lap. "Probably, but that doesn't matter, because you won't let him mess you about again, right?"
"I won't let him, no. Whether or not he will anyway is a different question," Jack pointed out, snuggling him.
"Well, if he does I'll fucking shoot him," Owen smirked
Jack was quiet for a moment, before meeting his gaze. "I wouldn't stop you," he replied seriously.
Owen blinked then smiled a proper smile. "It feels fucking fantastic to hear you say that."
Jack blushed a bit, ducking his head. "I mean it."
"Good," said Owen, "Bloody brilliant."
Jack chuckled. "You're really happy about this, aren't you?"
"Yes I sodding am," said Owen. "I coudln't bear to see you suffering."
"I'm sorry," Jack murmured softly, his large hand cupping Owen's cheek before he drew him into another kiss.
"S'alight," he whispered, leaning in, pressing his lips against Jack's.
Jack kissed him deeply and tenderly, closing his eyes as he simply relaxed into it, able to do so in a way he hadn't been for a long time.
Owen sighed into it, returning it slow and gentle, his fingers moving the thread through Jack's hair.
Jack smiled into the kiss, purring into it a bit at the touch, his own fingers curling in Owen's shirt as he slipped his tongue in his mouth.
Owen welcomed his tongue with a soft sigh, his own moving up to run along Jack's, moving in close to him.
Jack pulled him in closer, groaning as he danced with Owen's tongue, his hips shifting up against Owen's invitingly.
Owen shivered, chuckling a little into the kiss, shifting his legs to straddle his lap
Jack grinned, moving to nip down Owen's neck as he slid his hands under his shirt, brushing against his skin.
Owen let a low groan slip from his throat, arching his neck for him, his eyes slipping closed as he leaned into the older man's touch.
Jack murmured Owen's name against his throat, tracing a finger down his spine teasingly as he ground up against him.
Owen moaned, shifting his hips down, his hands moving to Jack's braces
Jack smirked, breathing Owen's name again into his ear as he removed his shirt, tossing it aside somewhere before tugging him into another deep kiss.
The doctor groaned, grinding his hips down slowly as he kissed him deeply, his fingers working on Jack's own shirt buttons
Jack gripped Owen's rear as he ground back, returning the kiss with a growing fierceness, his teeth scraping against Owen's lips and tongue.
Owen whimpered softly, nipping Jack's lower lip, one hand sliding between then to rub over the captain's trousers
Jack echoed the whimper, shifting into Owen's hand needfully as he nipped back, sliding a hand of his own down to return the favour.
"Hmm, Jaack," he moaned, his hand moving to undo his trousers
"Owen," Jack groaned, shifting into him even as his trousers were being undone, his own hand moving to undo Owen's quickly.
Owen growled softly, kissing Jack soundly, shifting his hips enough to tug Jack's trousers down, letting them drop around his ankles.
Jack shivered at the soft growl, attempting to tug at Owen's trousers as he kissed him back.
Owen kissed him deep and needing, grinding his hips down slowly, mumbling Jack's name against his lips.
Jack moaned into the kiss, returning the slow grind as he leaned back against the chair for support, gripping Owen tightly, pulling him in as close as possible.
Owen gasped as he was pulled in, his hips shifting wantonly as his tongue ran over Jack's teeth.
Jack growled, pushing Owen's trousers away completely as he captured Owen's tongue, sucking on it as he wrapped his hand around him, stroking teasingly.
Owen groaned into the kiss, swearing profusely in his head as he moved to his lover's touch.
Jack grinned, brushing his fingers lightly over Owen's tip, nipping at his tongue playfully.
"Wanker," Owen groaned
Jack smirked again, giving him one slow, long stroke. "Who, me?" he asked innocently.
Owen groaned again, his eyelids fluttering. "Yes, you."
"Couldn't be," Jack chuckled, biting along his neck again as he continued to tease him.
"Are so," Owen breathed, trying to press down on his hand.
Jack smirked, withdrawing his hand for a moment, just to see what would happen.
Owen's eyes flickered to black a moment, before he growled, pushing Jack into the chair and grinding his hips down on the captain's.
Jack grinned victoriously for a moment before grinding back, echoing the growl with one of his own as he kissed him back fiercely.
Owen smirked, grinding down, leaning in to bite Jack's earlobe.
Jack moaned, his own eyes closing blissfully for a moment at the biting, his hands gripping Owen tightly as he arched into him desperately.
"How'd you want it, Jack?" the doctor rasped into his ear, giving a long, slow grind.
"I don't care as long as you're fucking me," Jack groaned impatiently, another shiver running through him in anticipation.
"You need to get a sodding reclining chair," Owen told him, shifting against him. "Your stuff from the strap?"
"You mean this?" Jack chuckled, getting the lube out for him. "And yes," he breathed, "A reclining chair would be good. I'll mention it to Ianto."
Owen smirked, kissing Jack's jaw and taking the lube from him. "I'm sure Ianto will agree."
"Oh no doubt," Jack grinned, wriggling his hips. "I'm sure he'd love to test it out."
Owen grinned, moving to prepare himself. "No doubt."
Jack chuckled breathlessly, watching him intently. "Maybe you'd like to join him."
Owen arched a brow, smirking. "You just want to shag all of us at the same time."
"Got a problem with that?" Jack replied, matching his smirk.
Owen smirked more, pushing Jack's hips up. "What do you think?"
Jack groaned, shifting a bit to get comfortable as he gripped the chair. "I think you don't."
"Hmm, you'd be right, there, then," said Owen, sliding in with a grunt, too impatient to prepare him more.
Jack cried out as Owen slid in, ignoring the fact that the chair being on wheels was going to make this a little interesting as he hooked his legs around him, welcoming him in deeper.
Owen blinked as the chair swivled back as he rocked in. "If I end up on my arse, this is your fault," he breathed, starting to rock into Jack
"We could move to the desk," Jack groaned, his own hips rolling in time with Owen's, though he didn't particularly care either way. He'd done this in more awkward positions.
"That requires moving," Owen pointed out logically, slamming into him, kissing at his neck.
"Point," Jack gasped, his nails digging into Owen's back as he slammed back against him, arching his neck as he moaned helplessly into Owen's ear.
Owen hissed at the scratches, but didn't move away from them as he drove in heavily.
Jack swore loudly, kissing him roughly as he thrust back against him, shuddering as he neared the edge.
Owen smirked against his lips, his hand moving to pull at him in time with his strong thrusts.
Jack whimpered Owen's name as he thrust into his hand, eventually arching into him and releasing with a harsh cry.
Owen's cry joined Jack's as he slammed into him once more, releasing deep inside.
Jack groaned as Owen released into him, slumping back into the chair and relaxing his head against the top, snuggling Owen close.
Owen panted for a moment as he coasted down, before smiling softly, snuggling in.
Jack kissed him tenderly after catching his breath, brushing his fingers through Owen's hair. "Love you," he murmured.
Owen smiled, returning the tender kiss. "Love you, too, Pet."
Jack returned the smile, just content to snuggle him quietly for a few moments, before kissing his forehead softly. "Should tell everyone else the good news."
"You should," he agreed. "I bet one of them will want to throw a party or summat."
Jack chuckled. "A party doesn't sound like a bad idea."
"See, knew it," Owen laughed, sliding off him.
Jack grinned, stretching a bit before getting up himself and digging around for his clothes, taking his time with putting them on. "I'll see you later then, have fun cleaning up," he smirked, before walking out of the office.
Owen dressed himself, watching Jack go with a fond smile, before remembering technically he should be working and getting right onto that