Impossible, Irrepressible, Incorrigible

The three I's to describe your friendly neighborhood Captain Jack Harkness of 69 Memory Lane, Milieux. A couple months ago I did a brief Warning Label for Jack and I figured that with all our lovely new people coming in, *Waves and glomps yay!* I'd do a quick update ( Read more... )

Jack was up early, which was a given but since he couldn't immediately think of anything pressing demanding his attention, except paperwork, he was being a bit casual about his morning routine ( Read more... )

After spending much of the morning harassing Cole and Aziraphale, Jack had headed back to the house ( Read more... )

Jack and Ianto had applied themselves to the wall not!Dirty ... well okay dirty once and it was now down to just finishing up the plastering. Jack had sent Ianto off to catch some sleep while he tackled the fine art of spackle ( Read more... )

As Jack had suspected, Ianto had practically had a stroke when he'd come home to a giant hole in the wall, plaster and blood everywhere and the good leather furniture set ruined.

"JACK?! What in the hell ( Read more... )

After a morning that had some rough patches Jack had returning home in a weird mood ( Read more... )

After the unfortunate necessity of having to retcon Sam Anders Jack and Ianto had crept out in the early hours of Christmas Day and spent much of the night skulking about Milieux identifying weevil surface points and then setting up early detection monitors at those locations. Ianto was fairly certain there were better ways to spend the night time ( Read more... )

Jack's mood tended to vacillate from one extreme to the other over the holidays and though Ianto gave no indication that this bothered him one way or the other, Jack had decided to give the young man a break and take himself off to be moody in private ( Read more... )

"Ianto ... IANTO!" Captain Jack Harkness yelled from where he stood in his front yard, staring up at the roof of his house ( Read more... )

Jack was restless ( Read more... )