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PSL: Eleven and Jack on Arcadia

Mar 30, 2011 17:33

Arcadia: not a planet, but a habitable moon circling a gas giant of roiling purple and silver clouds. One of the most beautiful places in all of reality; a well-kept secret, so well-kept that most societies thought it nothing more than a legend ( Read more... )

jack harkness [ophelia], psl

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fixdpointintime April 20 2011, 04:23:58 UTC

Jack could believe it. There weren't many people he was closer to than the man sitting across from him, for better or for worse. It showed. It bled through all their interactions and showed in the fact that they could have entire conversations with only their eyes. He didn't have that with many people, and he'd never kept it longer with anyone else. "Same as ever." Eternally. So much said in those three words and the heavy, bittersweet look that accompanied it, a sharp counterpoint to his bright smile ( ... )

fallsoutofbox April 20 2011, 05:54:32 UTC

He gave Nagmeh a polite parting nod as she passed by - and then his attention was back on Jack.

It still wasn't terribly easy to look at him. Jack was... obvious. Like the only person standing still on a bustling sidewalk. Like a sudden case of tinnitus. It seemed that the older he got, the longer he stayed static, the more obvious he got - and the more obvious he got, the more the Doctor was forced to notice him, the less he wanted to look at him.

But he still made himself look. He cared - they'd shared too much for the Doctor to ignore him.

After his own moment of silence, he threw his hands up. "Alright, most glaringly obvious question first. How'd you end up here? Arcadia isn't an easy trip to make with an actual time machine, let alone a vortex manipulator."

fixdpointintime April 22 2011, 08:37:37 UTC

Jack grinned and held out his hand, palm up. "First hand over the screwdriver." So this was where it had come from. Jack had to chuckle. Made sense, though. For the two of them. He'd had some upgrades over the years. Truth was, it wasn't the Doctor's place any longer to tell Jack where and when he could go. He knew the rules, had suffered for them time and again.

He'd share, if only to see that light of discovery pass over the other man's face. He'd share, but not until he could be sure that he was going to get back exactly what he handed over. 'Wanted to crack it open like an egg.' Maybe next time, Doc.

fallsoutofbox April 23 2011, 00:34:54 UTC

The Doctor looked a little surprised, maybe even a little hurt, at Jack's demand - for a second. Then the expression dropped off with a shrug. He was curious, and anyway, there was no way he was going to force Jack to stay on Arcadia. But if he wanted to play it that way, fine.

He fished the sonic out of his jacket and passed it over, placing the handle in Jack's palm with a look of slightly exaggerated exasperation. Then he leaned back and gave Jack another, more appraising look. "You've definitely come up in the universe," he noted. "Fancy new title. Fancy green girlfriend." Or whatever Jack wanted to call her.

fixdpointintime April 23 2011, 12:02:06 UTC

Once he's got the Doctor's tool, Jack undoes the buckles on his left wrist and trades. Tech for tech. Though now Jack's has been upgraded. Quite a bit. Enough to get him here with no problem. "It'll recognize you as a user for half an hour. Think at it." He wants to watch this discovery. He's got his whole life in that electronic mind - and it's quite an extensive life, too. Just a user, not the owner. There's a whole hell of a lot that the tech won't show the Doctor, no matter how he tries to get at it. It'll show him enough, though. Enough to erase any doubt that Jack is packing a space hopper.