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othercaptjack) wrote2008-06-14 08:33 pm
othercaptjack) wrote2008-06-14 08:33 pm
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Post-Countrycide
Jack is thinking about torture.
The team had mostly been silent on the way back, in varying degrees of shock or exhaustion, and Jack himself still in the eerie spaced-out calm that had followed the blinding, murderous rage that had driven him almost to the edge of a place he thought he was done with. Further, he thinks grimly, eyes steady on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel just a little too tight and for once driving strictly within the traffic laws.
A long time ago, he was pretty good at torture.
He still is, today proved that. But now that's not something good, even when it helps them. Just another day in the life of Jack Harkness, monster for humanity. Funny how that turned out.
He drops off Gwen, Owen and Tosh at their respective flats, Gwen to Rhys' unknowing presence, Tosh and Owen alone, but he brings Ianto back with him to the hub almost without thinking about it. The paramedics had gone over him at the village - nothing broken, but savagely beaten, and fairly badly concussed - and who else does he have to sit up with him? It's not as if Jack will sleep tonight in any case.
They park outside the office, and Jack goes around to open the door.
"Come on," he says, offering a hand.
The team had mostly been silent on the way back, in varying degrees of shock or exhaustion, and Jack himself still in the eerie spaced-out calm that had followed the blinding, murderous rage that had driven him almost to the edge of a place he thought he was done with. Further, he thinks grimly, eyes steady on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel just a little too tight and for once driving strictly within the traffic laws.
A long time ago, he was pretty good at torture.
He still is, today proved that. But now that's not something good, even when it helps them. Just another day in the life of Jack Harkness, monster for humanity. Funny how that turned out.
He drops off Gwen, Owen and Tosh at their respective flats, Gwen to Rhys' unknowing presence, Tosh and Owen alone, but he brings Ianto back with him to the hub almost without thinking about it. The paramedics had gone over him at the village - nothing broken, but savagely beaten, and fairly badly concussed - and who else does he have to sit up with him? It's not as if Jack will sleep tonight in any case.
They park outside the office, and Jack goes around to open the door.
"Come on," he says, offering a hand.
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"Fast forward a few years, and the Liirthuni were taking an oath on reaching adulthood to be utterly peaceful, except in dire need of defense. And they're still that way today. Just because one young queen made it that simple."
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"You can probably doze for a little while now, if you wanted. I'll have to wake you in an hour to check up, but if you're still tired..."
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"I'll check on you soon," he says quietly, before leaning down to kiss his teaboy gently on the forehead.
Normal employer-employee relations have somewhat passed Jack by.
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He makes an affirmative-sounding hum and pulls up his legs so he can stretch out on the couch.
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Guilt he can understand in himself, and even perhaps the protectiveness is natural right now. But really, even for him, it should be a little early for fondness. But there it is.
He turns in silence, and heads off to let Ianto sleep awhile.