It had been, for Jack, 72 hours and he could barely remember how many times since Kawalsky's call.

He'd barely slept.

Walking up the front steps of Sam's house was one of the hardest thing he'd ever done. But he did it. ( It took him a long time before he could force himself to knock. )

Jack was tired, sore, and very dirty. (Well, obviously, but this time it wasn't that kind of dirty.) He'd come straight from a near disaster of a job, one he'd pulled out of the fire - literally - at the last minute ( Read more... )

Neither the desk nor the chair had been designed with human beings in mind, and the keyboard really was far better suited to claws, but Jack was used to it. He'd been stuck on this planet for almost a month, monitoring an anomaly in the time vortex, and he'd been bored out of his brain for most of it. Being stuck under cover and not allowed take ( Read more... )

Jack had finally slept, lightly and not for very long, and now he was up ( Read more... )

Jack, true to his word, had decided to test Sam's security. It hadn't been easy, but he'd made it through, and now he was in her kitchen, singing under his breath while he cooked ( Read more... )

Jack opened his eyes and realised he was sleeping on the floor. "That's just weird," he muttered, then smiled as he realised the person sleeping next to him was Molly. Molly, Karal's girlfriend, as he'd learned yesterday ( Read more... )

Jack's body was curled up on Molly's bed in a very un-Jack-like pose, one hand tucked under his cheek, the other holding the Vkandis medal hanging around his neck. It was, however, a very Karal-like pose. He was finding this whole stuck in the wrong body thing very stressful and Trenor's absolute refusal to behave hadn't made it any easier ( Read more... )

Karal woke up slowly, drowsy and confused, because he seemed to be hanging onto someone and it didn't feel like Molly.

He opened his eyes, saw the naked boy he was cuddling, and yelped loudly, throwing himself backwards off the bed to land with a thump on the floor.

Naked, why was there naked? Why was he naked?! He glanced down, flailing after a ( Read more... )

Jack was lounging on the bed, shirtless, using Cedric as a pillow. Cedric was reading...something, Jack wasn't sure what, and hadn't objected, just flashed him an amused look ( Read more... )

It wasn't unusual for room 215 to have three occupants (Jack, Cedric, and the plant), as it did this morning. It also wasn't unusual that two of them were tangled together, fast asleep (you can guess which two). What was unusual, however, was that - unlike previous mornings - Cedric wasn't a guest.

He was now a permanent resident of room 215, at ( Read more... )