More Halloween Madness

[teh_bad_wolf]

Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney Mckay, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness
Location: John's Balcony
Time: During the Halloween Party
Semi-Private and InComplete
Summary: Rodney made himself known, much to John's chagrin, and Rose wants to know what is going on, and she's going to make Jack help her figure it out, cuz Jack luffs John.

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[teh_bad_wolf]

"Right," Rose said, nodding slowly. "Jack, anytime you want to jump in here," she said, glaring at Jack, who was taking his time.

[flexible_jack]

Jack had escaped the party to take a breath of fresh air. Let his thoughts clear somewhat. When Rose called over to him, he blinked and pushed from the rail, going over to the two of them.

"You called, m'lady?" Jack bowed slightly, looking between the two of them. "If there's something wrong, you should get it out already. Rose here'll just keep pressing until you get frustrated enough to talk. It's easier to avoid that."

The words were spoken fondly and he smiled down at Rose. Before looking over to John.

[teh_bad_wolf]

Rose elbowed Jack lightly in the ribs. "Oi, I'm not that bad," she said before returning her attention to John.

"I'm just a bit worried about ya," she said, smiling gently at John. "What just happened in there," she said, nodding toward the party, "that didn't seem like you at all. It was like you were," she didn't want to say possessed, "someone else."

[sga1sheppard]

John finally turned and looked at Jack, and at Rose. He sucked in his liips, slowly, then let them out, thinking. "Look, I don't really do this, uh, talking about things...thing." He knew he wasn't being fair to Jack, but what the hell was he supposed to do?

"I've just got this person- this personal issue to work out." Maybe you could come back again another day? Some day when I haven't just found out I let you fuck me while my, my 'special penis friend' was in my head, watching? Hysteria was becoming a familiar thing. John had never gotten this panicked, even when he was about to become someone's dinner.

Because Rose had hit the coffin nail on the head, hadn't she? He wasn't himself, not all the time. Sometimes he was Rodney, and maybe someone who lived in a magic box would understand, but they hadn't even--they didn't even know who Rodney was, and this was his problem to deal with because you clean up your own shit, family be damned, and anyway despite everything Rose said, they weren't really family; he barely knew them!

[flexible_jack]

"I don't really do the talking about things thing either. Rose is the first person who can tell you that." Jack sighed, closing the distance between the two of them. He didn't touch though. Not with how closed off John was.

"You can talk to us. I'm sure whatever it is, we might be able to help. And hell, if we can't, we can still listen. You don't have to do anything on your own."

And that sounded quite odd coming out of his mouth. At least to his own ears.