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[captainjack]

He'd been gone for a week. If it hadn't been for the Doctor, he'd probably still be gone--probably for good. He sighed as he weighed the Doctor's opinion that disconnecting some of the circuits and relays in the TARDIS would be akin to murder against the thought that he really didn't want this sort of thing happening again. It was harder than he'd

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[theunascended]

Daniel had barely made it into the kitchen before it started. "Ahh, ahh..." It let up for a moment and he thought he was safe. He should have known better. "Achoo." He sighed and reached for the tissues he had in his pocket. "I'm going to kill Mitchell," he muttered. Even though he really wasn't going to. Even though he was hoping things were going to be okay for him.

And then he looked up and saw Jack and everything just stopped for a minute.

"You're back."

Of course, reality had to come crashing back in the form of a sinus headache. He headed to the fridge searching for some juice. "God, I hate being sick," he muttered, although in his current form, it came out more like: God, I hed beig sig.

[captainjack]

"I never went anyplace," he said without looking up from the book he wasn't reading. "And if you're sick, just stay over there. I can't get sick so close to the show."

[theunascended]

"Of course you went somewhere. You were gone for, what? A week, now? Something like that. And I'm fine, really. Just a little aftermath from spending half the afternoon outside yesterday. No worse than me with my allergies." A lie, of course, but he said it with a straight face.

[captainjack]

"I've been around," he shrugged. "Yesterday I was in bed with someone. Not gonna catch a cold from that."

[bennet_beauty]

Jane saw him before she could muster up anything to speak and merely acknowledged his presence with the slightest of nods before she went about her business of making herself tea. She felt dreadful after her long search but could not blame anyone but herself and would not complain, for that would be unseemly.

"Jack," she greeted evenly, setting water in the kettle and standing back to stare at it, gnawing lightly upon her thumb.

[captainjack]

"Hi there, Jane," Jack said, warmly smiling at her. He arched a brow at her posture and that thumb in her teeth and then got up from his seat. "What's going on? Tea isn't troubling enough to make you look like that."

[bennet_beauty]

Jane turned to regard Jack and wondered at how he did not know. In fact, she wondered why she had not seen him in some time and her brow pinched and furrowed. When she spoke, her voice was low and pinched, somewhat affected. She pursed her lips and turned away from him, not wishing him to see a glimpse of emotion from her, though her face was devoid of it, anyhow. "Do not trouble yourself, Jack, I merely have felt better," she assured.

[captainjack]

"Oh, now you know when you say something like that that I'm just going to wonder. Come on," he said, his voice growing softer and more gentle. He rested his hand near her elbow and inclined his head. "Did I do something? Or not do something?"

[toshiko_san]

"You worried me," her arms crossed over her chest when she caught sight of him, stock still in the middle of the room. Tosh had heard that he was back, but she'd not seen him yet, something that had bothered her. "There've been too many people vanishing as of late."

[captainjack]

"I'm sorry, Tosh," he said as he sat his cup down. "The TARDIS got a little...inventive. The Doctor found me just in time. You want to sit down?"

[toshiko_san]

"And since?" She sat, on the other side of the table, leaning her elbows onto it. "It would have been nice to see you since."

[captainjack]

"I slept," he replied. "Since I hadn't for what I'm told was five days." Not entirely true, but only because there were other things he hadn't done in five days either, and one was even more important to him than sleeping.

"And now that I'm awake and alert, do you have some time? I need some suggestions for what to do with the empathic circuits and synaptic relays so there is some sort of guard against this kind of thing happening again."

[echolls_cursed]

Logan was wet, and not in the refreshing sort of way that came from spending the better part of the day in the surf. No, much more in a cold, soggy, maybe-I-really-should-build-that-ark, sort of way. Though he at least had the common sense to wear a hooded raincoat, the deep green plastic the only thing keeping him dry. He shrugged it off as he stepped into the kitchen though, his soaked boots in his hand ready to be left at the door until they dried.

He saw Jack, but didn't greet him right away, taking his time as he put his boots aside to dry and draped his coat over one of the chairs. Next came coffee, then food, and the minutes slipped on by before he finally sat down at the table.

"Good book?" he asked, sipping his coffee as he looked over at the other man.

The sleeves of his thick sweater were pulled down over his fingers, as his sleeves often were. However, for once it had nothing to do with how he felt and everything to do with being cold. It didn't rain too often in Neptune, and when it did, it wasn't like this.

[captainjack]

"Great book," he answered, looking up slowly and grinning at Logan. "How'd you sleep? Other than all over me?"

[echolls_cursed]

"Fuck off," Logan snorted, though the words lacked their usual bite, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "I slept fine," he added, reaching out to try and take the book to see what it was.

[captainjack]

Jack lifted his hand so the book slid from him easily.

"It's poetry. Don't have a heart attack or anything," he said, lifting his coffee cup. "The shelf has been giving it to me every time I look for something for, oh, six months? Something like that."

On one page was an illustration and on the other the text read,

Two sleepers at night lying close together as they sleep, one with

[fallen_ancient]

It seemed one other gift remaining to her was her advanced immune system. Despite two afternoons in a row in the rain and one of them naked, Morgan had had not a sniffle.

This afternoon, in want of coffee and in need of giving Cameron time and space to heal, she strode across the island from New Atlantis to the Compound, dressed in a sleek pewter gown that matched the sky. The shawl kept the rain from dripping down her back but little more, and her hair fell in damp strands from the lover's knot in which she had tied it.

All that aside, the cold touched her senses not at all until she entered the Compound and the warmth met the chill. Then she shivered slowly and another slow shiver worked its way up her back as she approached the coffee pot.

"Hello, Jack," she said over her shoulder, for she had seen him when she came in. After months of listening and learning of him, she had decided he was not, in all likelihood a threat, to anything except her virginity, did she still possess it.

[captainjack]

"Morgan," he replied with a slow nod. "Good to see you. Enjoying the weather?"

Nice, normal small talk...or it would be if the twist of his grin and the look in his eyes hadn't been a clear indication of what was actually on his mind as he watched how her body moved as she shivered.

[fallen_ancient]

"Is it?" Her tone flickered to match her eyes, amusement shimmering like light off water as she turned to face him. "And yes, I have been," she answered in a tone that left the 'how' very much in question. "You?"

A perfectly polite exchange, except for the participants. Slender hands wrapped around the her mug, she blew across the surface of the coffee and watched his eyes.

[captainjack]

"Loving it. Dreary. Cold. Wet. It's just like London without the chips," he grinned. His eye sparkled with amusement as he closed his book, the cover too old and worn to make out the title.

"Means I'm not diving, though. Nice little break, as long as it doesn't last all month."