Jack was lounging on his bed. Jack was feeling far from casual, despite appearances to the contrary, and he kept having the strange urge to reassure the plant.

The plant which was back in its proper place, on the table under the window.

He smiled at it, reaching out to run a leaf between his fingers while he waited for Cedric.

[ooc: why yes, ( Read more... )

He hadn't gone to sleep hanging onto her. He'd gone to sleep intending to stay on his side of the bed, but apparently his sleeping mind was a traitor ( Read more... )

The portal spat Jack out on what he hoped was Sam's back deck. He appreciated the precision, but he could have done without being dumped upside down in a heap. Apparently portals have a weird sense of humour, and this one didn't seem to like him very much ( Read more... )

Jack slammed into his room, shoving the door so hard it bounced off the wall and nearly hit him. "Frakking wonderful."

Yesterday I struggled a little less than today
I locked it in a brain cell and I threw the key away
Don't know what I was thinking -- then again I do
I lock my thoughts in cages like the animals in a zoo"Oh, shut up," he ground ( Read more... )

After leaving Ronan, Jack had managed only a few hours of sleep before something woke him, way earlier that he would have liked.

At this hour caffeine was a necessity, so he ducked out to the common room -- and seriously, what was up with people playing random songs this morning? -- and now had a cup of coffee to brighten his morning. Or at ( Read more... )

Jack was lounging on the bed. Big surprise. The door was closed, but not locked, and he hadn't bothered to put a shirt on after his afternoon of basking in the sun ( Read more... )

Jack was tired but smiling as he wandered back into his room, Vala's excellent company having worn him out. He yawned and stretched, stripping off his shirt as he headed for bed, then froze ( Read more... )

Jack had been having a good time since he got back. Very good ( Read more... )

Jack didn't wake up slowly anymore, going from a deep sleep to wide awake in the space of a few heartbeats. That he was used to ( Read more... )

Jack had hated leaving his guns at the weapons locker. Hated it. He hadn't gone anywhere unarmed - and hey, they made guns small enough in his time, he could hide one in places no one would think to look - since his first week at the Agency ( Read more... )