A cool spring morning, the sun rising over the treetops, warming the ground below, the lawn beside the house, the matted grass and leaves from last year, damp with dew and snow melt ( Read more... )

It might be some weeks before their paths cross again, but Michelle has lingered in Jack's mind: she's a bright spot in his world, especially now that the darkness has started to creep in around the edges. Shadows have never avoided him, but for the most part, he's only had his own hide to protect, and said hide has plenty of ways to keep itself ( Read more... )

For anyone who needs to untangle our boy's snarled-up timeline:

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A cool evening in late October and Jack is sitting on the back porch, the collar of his greatcoat turned up against the cool breeze coming from the lake. Verrity is sitting on his lap, the front of his coat folding about her tiny form as he holds her: she's grown in the past five months, but she's still a bit of a thing. Likely gets that from the ( Read more... )

Here's someone who hasn't darkened the doorway of the bar or warmed one of it's stools in almost a year, thanks to some medically-required abstinence. It might be earlier one evening that Jack Harkness sallies into the bar, looking for a drink before his watch. He'll perch himself on a stool at the end of the bar, elbows on the counter, the skirts ( Read more... )

And these are just the cuts from Doctor Who episodes (wish they'd included his scenes in Miracle Day :: fans self:: )...

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He's not hard to find, the guy whom Ryuk described: tall, dark-haired, with the good looks of a film idol, clad in a grey oxford shirt, sleeves rolled above his elbows, over black trousers held up with braces, a vaguely military about him. He's currently standing over a table in the main room, at work fletching some arrows (someone's been stealing ( Read more... )

We'll admit that while Jack dotes on his daughter, he's of the "Go the F*** to Sleep" school of parenting. He's parented one daughter from the nights he walked the floor with her howling on his shoulder, to the day he walked her down the aisle on her wedding day. Can't be too hard to raise another one, now that he knows what to expect ( Read more... )

It's been two weeks since Verrity's birth and while Jack has been bonding with his daughter, he's still a bit restless and ready to get back to work. With a clean bill of health from Muraki -- and with a few people to look after the wee one while he's busy -- he's ready to return to his previous beat, in the wee hours of the night. Ever since a ( Read more... )

Three months to go before the kid is born, and Jack is already restless: given the risks involved (age, structural gender and the risks involved, risk of hypertension, etc. etc. Pick one, pick 'em all.), Muraki has put him on bed rest. In some ways, he's objecting: he's going to be out commission till May, and that still means surgery to bring the ( Read more... )