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69 Memory Lane - Saturday Evening

Jan 05, 2008 18:27

Jack and Ianto had spent much of their day down in the Lair dealing with the latest bit of flotsam and jetsam that had dropped through the Rift and into their laps. Some of the technology had some cool properties, though one items seemed to be a sort of stink bomb that had gone off. Luckily it had been trapped in a containment field but even so, ( Read more... )

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beenthroughthat January 6 2008, 03:55:45 UTC

Sam could have been at All Souls with Phoebe and Cole, but he'd put off certain possibly unpleasant conversations long enough and the irritation and uncertainty were chafing at his mind badly by now.

He headed straight for Jack's house and knocked on the door, sharply.

time_watcher January 6 2008, 03:58:49 UTC

Jack was poking forlornly at a bowl of Campbell's chicken noodle soup and contemplating whether or not to look for saltines in the cupboard when he heard the knock on the door.

Checking the CCTV feed, he cursed and slapped a hand on the intercom.

"I've got it, stay in the Lair."

"Yes, Sir."

Getting up from the table, Jack discreetly tucked the Webley into the back of his slacks and headed for the door.

"Good evening, Sam." He answered with a warm smile on his face.

beenthroughthat January 6 2008, 04:10:28 UTC

"Harkness," Sam said evenly; his posture was neutral and nonthreatening, as was his voice, but there might have been a hint of something in his eyes. "Can I talk to you in private?"

time_watcher January 6 2008, 04:12:45 UTC

Figuring that maybe this had something to do with the Cole/Phale kiss from the other day Jack gave a nod and stepped back, waving Sam on into the house.

"Let's step into the study," he suggested, closing the door and starting down the hallway to the room Sam probably remembered from the last time he was here.

beenthroughthat January 6 2008, 04:19:39 UTC

Sam did remember that, and he paused briefly before following Jack down the hall. "I hope you had fun," he said grudgingly, "kissing my boyfriend the other day."

Had to start a conversation somewhere. At least for appearance's sake.

time_watcher January 6 2008, 04:24:19 UTC

Holding the door for Sam to enter the study, Jack arched his eyebrows and smiled.

"I did," he said without shame, closing the door and waving Sam to the same chair he'd occupied the last time he'd been here. "Have a seat."

beenthroughthat January 6 2008, 04:27:00 UTC

There was a little bit of tension visible in Sam's face and shoulders now as he looked at the chair, but with only a moment's hesitation he eased himself into it. Sadly not as dirty as what immediately popped into my mind upon typing that phrase.

"He's a hell of a kisser, and damn hot, but I hope you don't expect to make a habit out of it."

time_watcher January 6 2008, 04:29:15 UTC

"So long as Aziraphale doesn't make a habit of possessing him, I think we're all safe," Jack said calmly as he walked towards his desk and leaned against the front.

"Can I get you anything?"

beenthroughthat January 6 2008, 04:32:10 UTC

Now Sam's voice showed signs of tension, as well as his body. "Nothing to drink, thanks," he said, blue eyes fixed on Jack's face as he chose his next words carefully. "The last time you offered me a drink in this room, I wasn't a really big fan of the . . . hangover."

time_watcher January 6 2008, 04:36:46 UTC

Jack wasn't one to be still often but something in Sam's tone caused him to freeze and his blue eyes narrowed.

"Really?" He said, voice deceptively calm. "I'm sorry to hear that."

beenthroughthat January 6 2008, 04:39:33 UTC

"Sorry to hear that?" Sam asked, his voice taut. "Or sorry to hear that I know about it?"

time_watcher January 6 2008, 04:42:19 UTC

It might have looked as if Jack was reaching back to lean his hand against the desk. In truth, his fingers slid across the butt of the revolver tucked back there and he gave the rough texture of the grip a stroke through the soft cotton of his shirt.

"It was for your own good," Jack said softly.

beenthroughthat January 6 2008, 04:48:38 UTC

"Was it?" Sam hadn't ever actually relaxed into the chair, and to tell the truth at this particular moment he was tensed and ready to move, taking in his surroundings, figuring out what he could use for cover. Just in case that incredibly sexy holy crap movement of Jack's turned into something more aggressive.

"I fail to see, Captain, how frakking with my head so I'm spewing inane bullshit about frat boys instead of worrying about the fact that there's something dangerous out there does anyone any good in the long run. Explain that to me."

time_watcher January 6 2008, 04:58:39 UTC

Inwardly Jack was scrambling, as Retcon very rarely failed. Even with Gwen it had taken a set of specific circumstances to trigger her memory.

Outwardly he remained calm and relaxed looking, though his hand remained against the gun. cough!

"There is always something 'dangerous' out there, Sam. The common cold for instance," Jack pointed out. "There is no reason for you to be concerned over something that's not your business."

beenthroughthat January 6 2008, 05:05:02 UTC

"Phoebe works at a bar Saturday nights," Sam pointed out. "I have friends in this town. Kids I taught for a few weeks, or Phoebe taught or is going to teach. If any of them get hurt because of these things you want so badly to hide? Damn right it's my business."

time_watcher January 6 2008, 05:10:24 UTC

"Has anyone gotten hurt yet?!" Jack snapped, his hand slamming down on the desk as he exploded into motion.

Pacing across the bank of windows, well away from the chair, he whirled and glared at Sam.

"We know what we're doing with those creatures. We don't need well meaning meddlers getting up under our feet. That's when people get hurt."

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