69 Memory Lane - Saturday Evening

[time_watcher]

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,

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[ditheringangel]

Aziraphale and Wilson had handwavily gone for a walk, down by the river as Lana had suggested. The young doctor was headed back to the house now, to make a late supper, but Aziraphale had wanted to walk some more. It was his first foray out after dark like this, and he was enjoying the odd interplay of shadows and light from the streetlamps.

He was also occasionally getting distracted by things. Like the stars, which were just visible above the lamps. Which was how Aziraphale found himself standing in the middle of the lawn at 69 Memory Lane, with his head craned back, lost in thought.

[time_watcher]

Jack had been yelling down in the lair to Ianto about where was the fire extinguisher when the silent alarms set up on the property had gone off. Darting over to check out the CCTV, Jack had left Ianto to deal with the smoke in the kitchen, while he grabbed the Webley and headed out to see who was on their lawn.

Approaching cautiously, the gun at his side, Jack hadn't recognized Aziraphale until he was almost on top of him and arched a bemused eyebrow.

"Aziraphale?"

[ditheringangel]

"Hmm?" the angel-turned-mortal mumbled, by way of reply, blinking at the sky before turning his attention to the man standing near him. He spotted the gun and his eyebrows shot up, and Aziraphale took a little nervous step away. This was not the time to be getting shot.

"Er, do you mind, my dear?" he asked, giving a little wave at the Webley with one hand.

[time_watcher]

Jack looked down at the Webley, which was pointed towards the ground but he figured that it was still making the angel nervous and so tucked it into his waistband at the small of his back.

"Sorry," he said in an easy sort of tone, walking closer. "What brings you out tonight?"

[spymistress_m]

At some point in the evening, probably when it was dreadfully inconvenient, the telephone rang.

It was not a local number, but the information on the display was probably familiar.

[time_watcher]

Jack, who had been relegated to eating his own cooking, was already in a bit of a temper when he looked over at his phone and rolled his eyes.

"Oh are you kidding me?" He made a face at the phone before flipping it open and sticking it to his ear.

"You've reached the Horny, Happy, House of Pleasure, how may we blow your mind tonight?"

[spymistress_m]

"Harkness," M snapped, rolling her eyes because of course she should have expected a greeting like that. "I've no patience for beating about the bush. I know you're here, and I expect you've already been informed of my presence. And as much I don't like the idea, it would appear that we'll be sharing space in this town for the time being."

[time_watcher]

"I'd heard a cold front had blown through," Jack fired back automatically, reaching for some paper and rustling it. "The less space we share the better, M."

[beenthroughthat]

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]

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]

"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]

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.