The docks, Sunday afternoon
Jack set a box of his things down on the deck of the Homer and sighed. He needed to go back. Sure, the leave have been fun while it lasted, but now it was just him being lazy. And his sense of responsibility -- since when did he have one of THOSE? -- was really starting to bug him. An entire planet counting on him, yadda yadda yadda, he really should get back home.
He still hadn't found a Christmas present for Mini-Me yet, which was a problem, since Christmas was over. And he needed to tell Aphrodite he was leaving, too. He'd be back, sure, but who knew when? If the interdimensional portal stayed stabilized the way it was, his next visit to Fandom could be thousands of years in the future! Probably. He'd get someone, one of the smart people, to do the math.
Jack hated goodbyes, but he really ought to say... something, hadn't he? Maybe he'd take Jon and Claire out to dinner or something. He carted the box into the boat's cabin and sat down on the bed to try to think. A speech wouldn't be appropriate, really, but he should have SOMETHING to say...
Jack didn't notice the gremlin sneak up and bite through the boat's mooring lines, and he didn't notice the boat start drifting away from the island, either. He DID notice all the windows going dark. "HEY! Who turned out the lights?!?!"
He ran outside to find... a warm, summer night. And the lights of DC twinkling at him from the banks of the Potomac. Great. So, the decision had been made for him: no good-byes.
[OOC: Jack's just home for a little canon catchup to give him a reason to stay in Fandom longer. He'll be back soon.]
He still hadn't found a Christmas present for Mini-Me yet, which was a problem, since Christmas was over. And he needed to tell Aphrodite he was leaving, too. He'd be back, sure, but who knew when? If the interdimensional portal stayed stabilized the way it was, his next visit to Fandom could be thousands of years in the future! Probably. He'd get someone, one of the smart people, to do the math.
Jack hated goodbyes, but he really ought to say... something, hadn't he? Maybe he'd take Jon and Claire out to dinner or something. He carted the box into the boat's cabin and sat down on the bed to try to think. A speech wouldn't be appropriate, really, but he should have SOMETHING to say...
Jack didn't notice the gremlin sneak up and bite through the boat's mooring lines, and he didn't notice the boat start drifting away from the island, either. He DID notice all the windows going dark. "HEY! Who turned out the lights?!?!"
He ran outside to find... a warm, summer night. And the lights of DC twinkling at him from the banks of the Potomac. Great. So, the decision had been made for him: no good-byes.
[OOC: Jack's just home for a little canon catchup to give him a reason to stay in Fandom longer. He'll be back soon.]