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So here's the rest of the 5 times Jack abused immortality [and once it didn't quite work out] I've such a craving to write at the moment but ideas just aren't coming to me, which is leaving me very frustrated right now....
Title: Immortality that's What it's For
Chapter Title: What's a Little Food Poisoning?
Show: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood.
Jack tracked his way through the slums of the old city, no real direction in mind his feet where just unable to remain still. Rain continued to pour down in torrents in a vein attempt to wash the streets clean, but the Captain hardly noticed.
He'd seen the Doctor a few days back, different face, different companion, but Jack would have known the man fifty paces off blindfolded. He'd been so tempted to step into the Time Lord's life in those first few seconds, but he'd stopped himself and before he knew it the Doctor was gone again.
Jack came to a stop outside a small sushi shop, and stepped in out of the rain, he took a seat near the back and signaled a waitress. Lots of people had some form of comfort food or another, and if not that something they could do which could cheer them up if only a little.
The immortal had found a rather twisted version of both in poorly prepared Fugu. He'd found long ago that it tasted just a good no matter how it was prepared, and the fact that he was in a sense taking his life into his own hands had its own appeal. It was deadened slightly by the continued knowledge that he would come back, still it managed a little mystery in these monotonous days.
Title: Immortality that's What it's For
Chapter Title: Russian Roulette
Show: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Characters: Jack
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood.
The situation hadn't gone at all the way Jack had expected, but then who could readily predict a hostage situation? It hadn't taken Jack long to put himself at the forefront of the innocent men and women being held near the vault of the bank. He'd only been in the bank to begin with to finish signing over his account as heir to the fortune of Jack Harkness the IV. If he had to walk the slow path why not make some money doing it.
He hadn't expected to find himself seated at a table facing a masked man holding a rather fancy revolver in his right hand. The hostage situation had been going for more than an hour, with little progress in the direction of the robbers demands. In that time Jack had found ample opportunities to study the leader, speaking to him in both an attempt to understand, and if possible blindly charm him which ever came first.
So Jack was left rather surprised by this game of Russian Roulette, which he'd now been pulled into. Better he supposed than some situations he'd got himself into.
"You have a cool head Jack," the man commented left hand spinning the chamber of the gun.
The immortal leaned back in his chair, of the three men that had taken the bank earlier that day only one had his attention on Jack, the other two were guarding the door and hostages. Jack let a smile creep onto his face, "I can't die," he told the man honestly.
The man laughed uproariously slamming the revolver against the table, "You keep thinking that," he picked up the gun and handed it to Jack, "I'll let the immortal go first."
The man continued to smirk as Jack took the gun aiming it at his temple it really was a win win situation for him, and he was only mildly concerned about what people might see. Jack's index finger tightened on the trigger, his sharp blue eyes piercing those of the nameless man across from him.
Title: Immortality that's What it's For
Chapter Title: Jack's Cure
Show: Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor
Characters: Jack, Owen
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood.
"I told you...you can't hold your liquor!" Owen slurred triumphantly slamming his shot glass against the conference room table the amber liquid inside splashing onto his hand.
"Night's still young..." Jack countered with a crooked smile tossing back his own drink before attempting to pour them both another. He focused harder on the table, but the glasses kept moving on him. Shrugging the matter aside Jack took a long pull from the bottle before passing it to the medic.
What had brought this on Jack was sure neither cold remember, he'd just about lost all feeling a bottle back, or was it two? When Owen's head finally hit the table, Jack knew his wasn't far behind, but he managed to stumble his way to his office, only knocking over three chairs in the process.
He basically fell through the hatch in the floor to his bed below and sat there for a few moment's grinning stupidly to himself. Jack's metabolism was fast, and faster still now that he was immortal, he could already feel his mind beginning to clear. But he knew it wouldn't help with the hangover bother he and Owen were going to have the next day, or in his case supposed to have.
Jack reached for his gun, it would leave him with a bloody mess to clean up tomorrow, but no headache while he dealt with it. His lips quirked up in a smile, it was a fair enough trade.
Title: Immortality that's What it's For
Chapter Title: Ianto Says No
Show: Torchwood
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood.
"Sir."
Jack cracked an eye open only to see Ianto standing in front of his desk folder in hand. "Whatever it is, just sign my name..." he had to stop in a vein attempt to stifle a yawn.
"Sir, the annual budget meeting is in one hour," Ianto informed face expressionless.
"Forget it, too tired," Jack returned immediately crossing his arms defiantly.
Ianto rolled his eyes at that, "You hardly sleep normally."
"And now I need too."
"Odd how this only really happens for budget meetings," his friend commented dryly.
Jack smiled, "They do promote sleep." Ianto didn't appear impressed, nor did he seem likely to leave and let Jack sleep. A sigh escaped Jack as he realised he only had one option left open to him, his right hand slipped towards his holster.
"That won't help Sir," Ianto interrupted immediately seeing what the immortal had planned, "We'll just prop you up in the conference room until you come round."
"Kill joy," Jack pouted.
"Yes Sir."
well I hope you enjoyed these terrible drabbles...at least I got some writing done and that's got to count for something right? Hopefully something else will come to me, be it a short story, drabble, or continuation to one of my longer fics. I'm open to anything I just really want to write!
Prompts are welcomed too ^_^ sometimes things like that from other people are just want I need to get the thoughts flowing.
Title: Immortality that's What it's For
Chapter Title: What's a Little Food Poisoning?
Show: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood.
Jack tracked his way through the slums of the old city, no real direction in mind his feet where just unable to remain still. Rain continued to pour down in torrents in a vein attempt to wash the streets clean, but the Captain hardly noticed.
He'd seen the Doctor a few days back, different face, different companion, but Jack would have known the man fifty paces off blindfolded. He'd been so tempted to step into the Time Lord's life in those first few seconds, but he'd stopped himself and before he knew it the Doctor was gone again.
Jack came to a stop outside a small sushi shop, and stepped in out of the rain, he took a seat near the back and signaled a waitress. Lots of people had some form of comfort food or another, and if not that something they could do which could cheer them up if only a little.
The immortal had found a rather twisted version of both in poorly prepared Fugu. He'd found long ago that it tasted just a good no matter how it was prepared, and the fact that he was in a sense taking his life into his own hands had its own appeal. It was deadened slightly by the continued knowledge that he would come back, still it managed a little mystery in these monotonous days.
Title: Immortality that's What it's For
Chapter Title: Russian Roulette
Show: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Characters: Jack
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood.
The situation hadn't gone at all the way Jack had expected, but then who could readily predict a hostage situation? It hadn't taken Jack long to put himself at the forefront of the innocent men and women being held near the vault of the bank. He'd only been in the bank to begin with to finish signing over his account as heir to the fortune of Jack Harkness the IV. If he had to walk the slow path why not make some money doing it.
He hadn't expected to find himself seated at a table facing a masked man holding a rather fancy revolver in his right hand. The hostage situation had been going for more than an hour, with little progress in the direction of the robbers demands. In that time Jack had found ample opportunities to study the leader, speaking to him in both an attempt to understand, and if possible blindly charm him which ever came first.
So Jack was left rather surprised by this game of Russian Roulette, which he'd now been pulled into. Better he supposed than some situations he'd got himself into.
"You have a cool head Jack," the man commented left hand spinning the chamber of the gun.
The immortal leaned back in his chair, of the three men that had taken the bank earlier that day only one had his attention on Jack, the other two were guarding the door and hostages. Jack let a smile creep onto his face, "I can't die," he told the man honestly.
The man laughed uproariously slamming the revolver against the table, "You keep thinking that," he picked up the gun and handed it to Jack, "I'll let the immortal go first."
The man continued to smirk as Jack took the gun aiming it at his temple it really was a win win situation for him, and he was only mildly concerned about what people might see. Jack's index finger tightened on the trigger, his sharp blue eyes piercing those of the nameless man across from him.
Title: Immortality that's What it's For
Chapter Title: Jack's Cure
Show: Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor
Characters: Jack, Owen
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood.
"I told you...you can't hold your liquor!" Owen slurred triumphantly slamming his shot glass against the conference room table the amber liquid inside splashing onto his hand.
"Night's still young..." Jack countered with a crooked smile tossing back his own drink before attempting to pour them both another. He focused harder on the table, but the glasses kept moving on him. Shrugging the matter aside Jack took a long pull from the bottle before passing it to the medic.
What had brought this on Jack was sure neither cold remember, he'd just about lost all feeling a bottle back, or was it two? When Owen's head finally hit the table, Jack knew his wasn't far behind, but he managed to stumble his way to his office, only knocking over three chairs in the process.
He basically fell through the hatch in the floor to his bed below and sat there for a few moment's grinning stupidly to himself. Jack's metabolism was fast, and faster still now that he was immortal, he could already feel his mind beginning to clear. But he knew it wouldn't help with the hangover bother he and Owen were going to have the next day, or in his case supposed to have.
Jack reached for his gun, it would leave him with a bloody mess to clean up tomorrow, but no headache while he dealt with it. His lips quirked up in a smile, it was a fair enough trade.
Title: Immortality that's What it's For
Chapter Title: Ianto Says No
Show: Torchwood
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood.
"Sir."
Jack cracked an eye open only to see Ianto standing in front of his desk folder in hand. "Whatever it is, just sign my name..." he had to stop in a vein attempt to stifle a yawn.
"Sir, the annual budget meeting is in one hour," Ianto informed face expressionless.
"Forget it, too tired," Jack returned immediately crossing his arms defiantly.
Ianto rolled his eyes at that, "You hardly sleep normally."
"And now I need too."
"Odd how this only really happens for budget meetings," his friend commented dryly.
Jack smiled, "They do promote sleep." Ianto didn't appear impressed, nor did he seem likely to leave and let Jack sleep. A sigh escaped Jack as he realised he only had one option left open to him, his right hand slipped towards his holster.
"That won't help Sir," Ianto interrupted immediately seeing what the immortal had planned, "We'll just prop you up in the conference room until you come round."
"Kill joy," Jack pouted.
"Yes Sir."
well I hope you enjoyed these terrible drabbles...at least I got some writing done and that's got to count for something right? Hopefully something else will come to me, be it a short story, drabble, or continuation to one of my longer fics. I'm open to anything I just really want to write!
Prompts are welcomed too ^_^ sometimes things like that from other people are just want I need to get the thoughts flowing.