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He’d had enough of Jack-bloody-Harkness. Jack, who thought he was the king of the bloody galaxy, Jack, who was some sort of Saviour or god in the eyes of these… these idiots. These cavemen. Like he’d lit a fucking match and suddenly he was the inventor of fire.
Jack, who came and went as he liked. Jack, who only had time for his partner when he felt like it.
Jack, who could just walk away.
No more. That game was over with. John had played nice, or as close to nice as he got. He’d stood back and accepted that this planet wasn’t his, that this galaxy bowed before the man who just wouldn’t die. He’d let it go on too long, and now things were going to change. Now John was going to remind Jack just who had the power.
The boy was easy, just a kid with what was meant to be a top end security system, all alone. It had been too easy to break in, to creep upstairs and into his room. So easy to hold him down. …and so satisfying to watch him struggle and then finally beg. He’d fought hard, but guns said so much, and needles said even more.
The girl would be harder, he wouldn’t find her locked away in an ivory tower, but he had a good idea of where to start looking. Deep in Siam it wasn’t hard to find the kids, huddled and hiding. John passed most of them by, only interested in one face. One set of cold eyes. A body that wouldn’t be huddled close and searching for heat like the rest.
You can’t huddle if you can’t touch after all.
Jack, who came and went as he liked. Jack, who only had time for his partner when he felt like it.
Jack, who could just walk away.
No more. That game was over with. John had played nice, or as close to nice as he got. He’d stood back and accepted that this planet wasn’t his, that this galaxy bowed before the man who just wouldn’t die. He’d let it go on too long, and now things were going to change. Now John was going to remind Jack just who had the power.
The boy was easy, just a kid with what was meant to be a top end security system, all alone. It had been too easy to break in, to creep upstairs and into his room. So easy to hold him down. …and so satisfying to watch him struggle and then finally beg. He’d fought hard, but guns said so much, and needles said even more.
The girl would be harder, he wouldn’t find her locked away in an ivory tower, but he had a good idea of where to start looking. Deep in Siam it wasn’t hard to find the kids, huddled and hiding. John passed most of them by, only interested in one face. One set of cold eyes. A body that wouldn’t be huddled close and searching for heat like the rest.
You can’t huddle if you can’t touch after all.