Jack Harkness' room :: Mid-2005 timewarp AU :: Milliways

[othercaptjack]

Jack's room is mostly basic, it has to be said.

In fairness, he hasn't had much chance to make it his own - it has only been (ahem) somewhere private to go that is not the TARDIS for when he visits Milliways.

And since he is not Bound, for most of the time it stays empty, storing just some clean clothes and basic necessities (well - basic if you're Jack) and not much else.


There is this to be said for it, too:

The door may be locked, but it is not booby-trapped.

Lucky for some.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Havelock," Puck repeats.

He seems faintly surprised that the dreadful mortal has a name at all, but rolls with it.

And, only slightly sarcastic, says, "Enchanting to make your acquaintance."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock raises his eyebrows with the calm of complete innocence.

"Likewise."

His face may lie, but he rather thinks that this is quite true.

Even if it is only in the literal sense.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck, not sure what to do with that except scowl more, peers down into the darkness once again.

His fingers curl over the edge of the hatch and tap fitfully.


Then he makes a face.

"... We needn't go now."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock keeps watching him, but shrugs amiably enough.

"Not necessarily, no. We should probably secure this area as far as we can first, in any case."


(Was that... tact?)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Puck agrees, in a businesslike tone.

"Those creatures have such a capacity for the undoing of doors."

A glance back in the general direction from which they originally came.

"... Though now, so have we."

[oneman_onevote]

"Quite."

Havelock briefly looks less than happy about that, although it may equally be a trick of the light.

"I would currently rather we had a better way to seal them after us."


(Puck and Havelock: Not particularly well suited to technology Of The Future.)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps one shall appear," Puck notes dryly.

Things have a way of doing that around here, although often, those things are him.

"In the meanwhile, what are we to do?"

This is his way of yielding to Havelock's likely superior knowledge of fortification and defense; mortals have much more to do with that than his sort ever have, the theory being that if you cannot stab, maul, or transfigure a problem, your best option is to hide.

[oneman_onevote]

"Well," Havelock says, turning to stare in a calculating manner at the rest of the room.

"I suppose we should really take advantage of being somewhere secure for the time being."

Hmm. Has he barricated absolutely everything necessary yet?

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck appears on one of the voluptuous couches scattered about the central room. He casts a glance idly at the ceiling in a sort of show of looking for undefended areas.

Then he yawns.

"An I cannot eat-- and I cannot, until I will stir myself-- I think I had rather rest."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock nods.

(So they sleep, creatures like Puck. He had wondered, among the hundreds of other wonderings he always has - that's one less, then.)

"I'll finish blocking the doors."


All night long, apparently.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck curls down onto the cushions, peering up at Havelock without moving anything but his eyes.

After a moment (and somewhat grudgingly), he says, "Perhaps, Havelock, I ought to come and be of aid, and the work be done the faster."

Surely the terrible m-- Havelock-- surely he must sleep.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock waves an elegant hand in dismissal of the idea.

"One of us should stay alert. I may as well have something useful to do."

It's hardly the first time he's gone without sleep.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck's eyebrows arch.

"As you please," he says, and yawns again.

"But if I find you sleeping on your feet, I shall braid tangles in your hair."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock rolls his eyes tolerantly, and heads for the door again.

"A grave consequence indeed. Go to sleep, Puck."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck's first instinct is to turn him into a toad.

But he can't do that right now.

So instead, he shifts slightly on the couch cushions.



After a long period of watchful, listening silence, he lets his eyes close.

But whether he's asleep or not is a question that can only be answered by the extremely discerning.

[oneman_onevote]

Usually, Havelock would count himself as one of those people.

But who knows, right now?



There's more than one reason he won't let himself go to sleep here.

Considerately quiet, he slips back into the room they entered through.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

By this time, Puck's breathing is at least soft and slow and even, though his expression could not be called untroubled.

Every now and then he moves, in a twitch or a fidget.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock moves through the suite of rooms, blocking doors that might be a risk as he goes. Once that is done, he undertakes a quiet but thorough search of the rooms.

There's very little that's useful (unless you count one or two questions he may have for Rosemary Palm when or if he returns to the city) but he does find a shirt to switch for his own bloodstained one. It's paler grey than he would normally care for, and the sleeves are a little short, but it will do.

And then he goes to sit against the wall, eyes falling half-closed as he drawns his knees up to his chest, but focusing to avoid dropping into sleep. It's not the same as actually sleeping, but it's something.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

It was edging towards evening when they first arrived in these rooms, and night falls without much incident.

... In here, that is. There are doubtless incidents of all disastrous sorts occurring outside, on the lawn or in the halls or downstairs, in the main bar. And with that door always letting people in ...



Puck has slept, or appeared to, in much the same agitated but uninterrupted manner for some hours.

But after a time, when it is fully dark, he wakes with a start and a gasp.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock looks up from where he is sitting in a shadowy corner of the room.

(It's a part of assassin training that never really leaves you - the tendency to gravitate towards the darkest place you can find, and lurk.)

He has found the time to have a shower in the time the Puck has been asleep - one form of technology he is really and willing to fully embrace - but is fully clothed again, and has replaced the various sheathes full of knives about his person too.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

... Of course.

Puck is here.



And from the sound of his breathing, the dreadfulavelock is somewhere in here as well.

"Hullo?" he murmurs, dry and a little hoarse from sleep. (He'd drunk enough to give an average person a decent hangover, but Puck's metabolism is regrettably speedy. This also explains why his stomach is growling.)

[oneman_onevote]

"Hello," comes Havelock's voice; quiet, but much the same as ever.

He gets up carefully, and paces around to place himself within Puck's eyeline, out of reach of the couch, and makes his report.

"It's been a few hours, entirely uneventful."

..Briefly.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"... Entirely?"

Puck sits up, the movement slow but strangely fluid. He yawns away the last of his sleep.

--Hours? Plural?

This whole thing must really be getting to him.

[oneman_onevote]

"Mmm."

Havelock stretches out, catlike, then inclines his head towards the balcony.

"There's been some movement out there, but no sign of attack; and I have heard nothing from out in the corridors.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck blinks at him a moment.

"--Ah," he says.

"Yes. Certes."

Beat. "Have you that weapon about?"