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Seventeen hours of torture, seventeen hours until John had pretended to crack, assuring Gray that he didn't know where Jack was, but that he could find out or somehow lure him to his ship. Seventeen hours of pain and suffering, sacrificing one of his stupid little trophies just to send a message to Jack. ...To sacrifice the only man he knew how to ( Read more... ) -
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He hated New Tokyo, couldn't for the life of him work out why Jack liked it so bloody much. Every few nights or so, he'd find himself being walked down the lamp-lit streets, and eventually sitting in some restaurant, owned by some bird that Jack knew. Not always the same restaurant or the same bird, mind you, but those two things always came into ( Read more... ) -
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He’d had enough of Jack-bloody-Harkness. Jack, who thought he was the king of the bloody galaxy, Jack, who was some sort of Saviour or god in the eyes of these… these idiots. These cavemen. Like he’d lit a fucking match and suddenly he was the inventor of fire.
Jack, who came and went as he liked. Jack, who only had time for his partner when he ( Read more... ) -
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It had taken only slightly longer than expected for the fuel to run low. It was inevitable though, there was only so much time you could spend floating in space. Even if they'd had all the fuel in the galaxy, eventually they'd have needed more food or water... Landing was unavoidable, it was something they'd both known and anticipated ( Read more... ) -
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Money. That's all it was about in the end. Money, and having as much of it as possible. Of course, sometimes money didn't look the way you expected it to. Sometimes money just looked like a strange little box that couldn't be opened. A strange little box that has somehow fallen into the hands of a bunch of idiots ( Read more... ) -
Locked to Phedre
( from here"Have you ever come in public, Phedre?" John asked softly. "Right in a crowded room... strangers passing by, oblivious. You're an adventurous girl. Seems the sort of thing you'd do at least once ( Read more... ) -
Locked to Jack
It wasn't right. John knew it just wasn't right. More than that though, it wasn't fair. Somehow… some bloody way, Jack Harkness was screwing with time. It wasn't the wrist strap, he'd tried his own over and over, hooking it up to various devices and picking it apart and putting it back together. It had to be some other alien tech. After all, there ( Read more... )