for Jack (Sunday)

[sortofaman]

The skies could have been dark or sunlit, the truth was that the Doctor didn't know either way and didn't care. He was looking for Jack; he was looking for Jack because he hadn't seen him, didn't know if he knew, and he didn't really know if Jack would care

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[captainjack]

The sun had begun to descend and Jack and Ianto had called off their search. Saturday as soon as Ianto had found him after training until dark, and then out again Sunday, they'd both come to the conclusion that no matter how unusual a vanishing it was, it was a vanishing. Gwen was gone. Nate remained. There was nothing they could do against the whim of the island.

His yurt was warm and he intended to keep it that way. He was out front, the axe ringing through Bohemia as he chopped wood for himself--and extra for the Weasleys, Bagoas, and Maureen. With the axe raised, he saw the distinct form of the Doctor coming his way in the steel-gray gloaming. One more strike and he began to collect several pieces of wood to burn.

"Doctor," he greeted, nodding to his door. "Come on in."

[sortofaman]

The Doctor had helped build the hut, and he simply nodded, quietly opening the door and stepping inside to wait for Jack. He hadn't bothered searching, he'd had a lot of more effective things that he had to do, moving Nate's things, sorting through Gwen's things, figuring things out.

It was hard to tell from Jack's expression if he was aware or if he was doing the Buddhist thing, or what.

[captainjack]

The wood was deposited unceremoniously into a box next to the small iron stove and Jack shoved one into the fire to keep it alive.

"How's the baby?" he asked. "He going to be okay?"

And in that question lay the answer. There wasn't much Jack didn't know when it came to the people he cared about.

[sortofaman]

"Guess it remains to be seen," the Doctor said, taking his coat off and draping it over a chair before sitting down. "He's all right, but what happens...who the hell knows."

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair.

"But he's a good boy, he'll probably sort life."