[April's Fool] - Chapter Four - Trouble
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April's Fool
Chapter Four - Trouble
“Until Tosh can locate your feather,” Jack’s loud American drawl ventured the air first, “You’ll have to stay in the hub.”
“I’m afraid all we have for you to sleep on are the cots in the cells,” said the cute Welsh girl, ‘Gwen’, followed by the enthusiastic thanks of the kids and an unintelligible rumble from Kurogane. Fay joined them not a moment later as they followed Gwen down a different set of stairs.
“Most of our cells are full, we only have two going spare,” Gwen continued, “Don’t pay any attention to the other creatures down here; they can’t harm you.”
The lights flickered on and something roared, and even though it was muffled, Sakura shrieked and backed up, closer to Syaoran, who stepped forward, ready to guard her.
Kurogane also stepped closer to them, but Fay remained at the back, hands in pockets. If Gwen said they couldn’t harm them, then they couldn’t harm them.
The creature, the ‘Weevil’, continued to roar as the others passed it, Fay following. The blonde turned his head to look at the alien, and oddly, it fell silent suddenly.
He felt everyone’s eyes on him, having looked back with the lack of noise, and so carried on moving again, rearranging his face so as not to betray his unease.
Gwen led them to the free cells, which weren’t even adjacent, and punched the code in that would open the doors to each. Like the rest of the hub, they had the shell of a cave, but the walls were recent, and manmade.
“Sorry we couldn’t offer anything better,” she said, scratching behind an ear.
Syaoran insisted it was fine and thanked her, both of the kids bowing in unison. Gwen smiled, a little awkwardly, and excused herself.
Fay looked into the cell, trying to ignore the eerie silence from the caged creatures. There was only one cot in each cell, and it was obvious who would be sleeping in each. Kurogane would sleep sitting up, whether there were more cots or not, and Syaoran wouldn’t even sleep.
After giving a shivering Sakura his coat, Fay lay down on the cot in his traditional sleeping position, nuzzling into the pillows that were obviously for function and not for comfort, exhaustion numbing his bones into sleep. As usual, he could feel the ninja watching him carefully, the sharp red eyes on his back more invading than the Doctor’s soft brown ones were when they studied him.
Kurogane was still in his cape and faceplate, staring at Fay from across the cell. The blonde, as usual, was completely motionless and silent as he slept, but Kurogane liked to watch, believing that the second he looked away would be the second that Fay’s ever-present guard would drop.
So, understandably, Kurogane was a little disbelieving when Fay’s shoulders started to quiver after a few hours and soft, muffled snuffling noises started to come from him.
After a minute or two, when the crying had still not finished, Kurogane moved forward silently. He reached forward and gently nudged Fay’s shoulder, the blonde jerking awake so hard he went right into the wall the cot was attached to.
“K-kuro-sama??” he exclaimed, not hiding the stutter. His eyes were red and his cheeks damp.
“You were… having a bad dream.” Kurogane grunted, rolling his eyes as if this were all a big annoyance to him, “I woke you so the kids didn’t fuss.”
“R-right… thank you…”
Fay lay back down, though it was obvious he didn’t plan on sleeping any more; he was facing the wall.
Kurogane sighed and patted Fay’s head in a way that he couldn’t help thinking was intended to comfort him, before retreating to his corner.
Fay soon gave up on just lying there, rising from the cot, only sparing Kurogane a single glance before leaving. They had been told it was best to not walk around, as the creatures would probably react to them and wake the others, but Fay had no trouble leaving, the aliens still not roaring at him for some reason.
Kurogane didn’t bother getting up too. He knew that the mage, though careless, was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.
Fay walked through the hub, dragging his feet and rubbing an eye with the heel of his palm, heading for the kitchenette.
Once again, as he was making some super-sweet tea, Captain Harkness appeared behind him.
“Good evening, or, uh… morning.” Fay greeted politely, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes, as usual. Jack started to say something back, but by then Fay was dashing to Tosh’s empty workstation, kneeling next to the bin and retching into it.
A large, warm hand patted his back in aid and handed him a glass of fizzy water when he’d finished, promising it got rid of the taste. Fay rinsed and found it did, thanking Jack and apologising for the bin.
A little later, Fay sat on one of the old sofas, feet curled under himself, hot cup of tea cradled in his hands.
A coat appeared in his line of sight.
“A little early to be going out, isn’t it?” he asked. Not that he was complaining, of course.
Jack grinned, “I did say I’d take you for a drink.”
X o X o X
“It’s a bit loud!” Fay found himself shouting
“What?” Jack yelled back, grinning.
“What?!” Fay had his hands over his ears to fend off the loud music, so hearing Jack was near impossible at this point.
Jack waved his hands, a signal for them to give up on the talking. He then waved to the barman for drinks that Fay had never heard of that came in glasses so small that Fay swore Jack wouldn’t be able to pick them up.
It was when Jack picked one up easily and knocked his head back, taking the entire glass down in one that Fay realised they were shot glasses. Jack slapped the bar, asking for another, just as Fay necked his.
He grimaced against the taste- was it Magi and Lead or something? - and decided to choose something different, lucky-dip pointing at the bottles lined up along the back of the bar.
Someone tapped his shoulder and as soon as he turned, he found himself with a mouthful of someone else’s alcohol-drenched tongue. His eye widened in surprise and indignation and he pushed the drunken girl away, managing to hear Jack burst into laughter next to him.
“You looked scandalised!”
It wasn’t surprising; he felt pretty damn scandalised. He swallowed his next shot.
While that girl had been violating him, he had noticed that… he had felt very compelled to do something totally out of character.
He downed another shot and looked over at Jack, who was deep in conversation with someone equally as orientated as he was.
Fay felt the urge to do something he didn’t ever do again and oh god he couldn’t push it away NO DON’T GO THERE-
Jack turned to Fay with an amused look on his face.
“You plan on taking this somewhere?” he asked
Fay quickly removed his hand from Jack’s backside
“I uh um.. I-I… er-“
Jack’s smirk only increased and he leant closer, intending on speaking, when Fay had another completely out of character urge.
“You could have just--- mmpf!”
Fay pulled away briefly to mutter an apology before mashing their lips together again, kissing Jack hard like he couldn’t ever remember kissing anyone before. When he finally reigned himself in, he felt guilt and regret settle in his gut and pulled away almost as fast.
“Uh…”
Jack stared at him, a little bemused. Shocked, would really be the better word.
“Um... side effects?” Fay shrugged as explanation,
“It’ll do,” Jack kissed Fay again, all lips and tongue and strength and… it was a lot like kissing Kurogane would be like, Fay guessed as his tongue pushed back, alcoholic tastes mixing between them.
Jack pulled away and was dragging Fay by the arm out of the bar, hissing “Not here,” to him.
It was a few streets away before Jack pulled the blonde into an alley, pressed him against the wall and kissed him again, harder, feeling the way the smaller man yielded and moulded to him so easily.
Fay automatically wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck and turned his head into the kiss, letting out a soft hum of appreciation. He felt his body stretch up the wall to meet the taller man, a large, warm hand on his hip and the other on his cheek, keeping him where Jack wanted him. He shuddered pleasurably as a cold breeze rattled him, more pronounced with the heat radiating off of the captain.
Jack pressed him further into the wall when he felt the shudder, his hand following Fay’s thigh as the blonde’s leg lifted a little to wrap around his own, Fay’s narrow hips pressing forward a little more. Jack groaned. His initial sex-on-legs impression of Fay was proving accurate…
His hand dropped from Fay’s face and went to his hip, the fingers playing with the blonde’s shirt - the Doctor’s shirt - before sliding his hand up a little more to touch cool, soft skin, pulse quickening with the resulting gasp and shiver. Jack broke from their feverish kiss to press his lips to the crook of Fay’s pale neck, feeling the frenzied pulse with his lips. He smirked against that skin as he felt slender hands grip his ass and squeeze and rub. He pressed their lips together in another open-mouthed kiss, dominating the blonde entirely.
Fay’s tongue rubbed insistently against his and heat pooled in the pit of his stomach, blood rushing to his-
Beep. Beep.
He cursed in frustration.
Beep. Beep.
Fay looked at him quizzically as he pulled away, finger on his ever-present earpiece.
“What?” he growled
“Oh, that’s what this thing does!” The Doctor’s awed voice answered,
“..What are you doing?” Jack asked warily, distracted a little by Fay’s mouth at his neck
“I’m behaving myself,” he replied petulantly
….
“How did you get this frequency?”
“I’m just fiddling around in your files a little,” he sounded smug, “Actually, I’m glad I contacted you, because…” a few clicks and taps were heard, “I don’t really agree with the term ‘arrogant’, not when describing myself anyway- surely I’m more…supercilious? Imperious? Contemptuous? I deserve at least four sylla--“
“Is this important?” Jack interrupted sharply - whatever Fay was doing to his neck demanded all his attention,
“Alright, alright…” he grumbled, as if the shiny new toy had been taken away from him, “there’s been an energy spike, similar to rift activity-“ there was the quick, muffled sound of glasses being opened and perched, “-but not rift activity at all, more like… a doorway was opened and closed. It's like what we talked about, but if it was the rift, there would be residual energy still hanging around in clumps, but with this there was just that small-“
“Nyaaa~” Fay miaowed.
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There was a small pause, before the Doctor sighed,
“I should really be more surprised than I am…” he stated, “If you decide to think with something higher up your spine, the origin of the spike is a few streets away, four or five minutes’ running distance, northeast. And keep your eyes open; something doesn't look right about this.”
He should have been used to it by now, but to be honest, the Doctor was a little annoyed. Couldn’t Jack keep his hands off of anything? Fay was ill, for goodness sake!
Having turned off the transmission, he grumbled wordlessly and retyped the files. He used another screen to monitor Jack’s co-ordinates, which after a moment or so started down the street the Doctor had indicated, presumably with Fay at his heels. It was quite amusing to watch Jack’s approach from this angle; the way he would walk with his back to walls and crouch before turning corners was evident in his velocity and slightly amused the Doctor.
When the dot labelled ‘J Harkness’ had stopped for more than a minute or two, the Doctor opened transmission again.
“Jack, you’re a grown man, I shouldn’t have to remind you that it might not be the best time to stop for a snog,” he chastised, grinning the whole time. There was a grumble from the other end and the Doctor closed transmission, watching, smugly, as the dot began to move along again.
The Doctor frowned when the dot stopped again and re-opened transmission. Jack spoke first.
“There’s something there…”
OK. So it wasn’t another snog-stop, at least.
“Can you see it?” The Doctor asked, whispering too for some reason.
“Nothing yet… but like you said.... this isn’t rift energy, doc’.”
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“MEKYO!”
Kurogane, seething, pulled Mokona from his face and glared at it.
“You better have a damn good--“
“Fay’s in trouble!” Mokona wailed, holding his hears flat to his head.
Kurogane hesitated only a second before taking action, begrudgingly stuffing Mokona into his collar. The pork bun could find Fay, and therefore would save on time. Mokona had sounded pretty distressed, and if that was any indication, Kurogane didn’t have much time to waste.
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