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]

Puck's hand, as it were, has been rather decisively tipped over the past hour or so.

But right now he's thinking only of the alcohol.


... Magenta it is. He uncaps the bottle, sniffs it, and takes a long drink.

[oneman_onevote]

...Well.

It looks like Havelock will be spending the forseeable future barricaded in a room with a drunken faerie, then.

He raises an eyebrow but leaves him to it for the moment, turning to prowl around the room; exmining the window first, then checking through the closed door to be sure there is no other way in through the bathroom.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck's eyes follow the mortal as he goes.

After a moment (he sets the bottle down, a quarter emptied), his eyes narrow.

"Why," he says pleasantly, "have you helped me?"

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock is by this time examining the chest of drawers, careful and methodical.

"Why would I not?" he asks pleasantly, but glances back, and his eyes are sharp.

He knows full well there is a reason or two.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck laughs, though as before it comes out in a snort.

"Well," he says.

"I suppose I did bid thee forget it."

[oneman_onevote]

Levelly, "I suppose."


Havelock continues going through the drawers with careful unconcern.

(Nice underpants, Jack.)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

His smile fades rather quickly.



"Why, then."

And, more importantly, what was he talking about with Hellebore?

"I expect you have heard what sort of creature I am."

[oneman_onevote]

"Something of the kind, perhaps," he allows.

Admittedly, between Hellebore's opinion and his own research, Havelock is willing to admit he may not yet have a complete picture.

All the more reason to keep the creature close, to find out.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck rolls his eyes.

If you will not tell me, I can make you. The words are on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't say them.

He reaches for the bottle beside him instead, ignoring the groans and thumps from just beyond the door.

[oneman_onevote]

And therein would be the reason Havelock still does not trust him.


Because he knows what was just below the surface there, could feel it, and-

He felt defensive for Puck, earlier, when Hellebore so obviously wanted to see him harmed or dead; he felt he understood something of what he was running from. He even thinks he quite likes him, on a simple level, but there is so much danger in dropping his guard. The Fae do not treat mortals well - this is a fact.

And assassins are not well-equipped to trust.

Silently, he turns his attention back to the search.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck is silent for a moment, drinking.

A few swallows more and he can nearly feel it begin to affect him.




"You might at least tell me what you wish."

His eyes haven't left the assassin, and his voice does not betray weariness.

But there is the fact that he's clutching the rapidly diminishing alcohol the way a child might a favorite doll.

"Mortals do, betimes."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock pulls out a small metal box of some sort, and eyes it curiously.

"Nothing particularly."

Not that Puck could actually help with, at least - the sad reality of Havelock's planned coup d'etat is that the process is slow and rather dull.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He laughs faintly, but doesn't say anything more.

[oneman_onevote]

That is apparently settled.

Havelock continues searching the remainig drawers in silence, then closes them when it is clear that there is nothing particularly helpful in there.

With a sigh, he sits down on the edge of the abandoned mattress, draws his sword once more, and begins to wipe the blade clean from the dark blood currently staining the metal.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck watches him at it, with every appearance of idleness.

Apparently, none of the drawers or boxes contained snacks.


His fingers tap absently against the carpeted floor. Outside the door, groans continue to sound, punctuated by the occasional battle cry, explosion, and scream.

The last of these makes Puck twitch.

"'Tis far off," he says in a low voice, the subtext there being FEEL FREE NOT TO GO.

[oneman_onevote]

"Hmm," Havelock agrees vaguely, scraping something... organic off the blade.

"But getting nearer, I think."

He does not seem concerned.

Then again, he also didn't when Hellebore was being torn apart in front of them, so perhaps that isn't comforting.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Yeah, not so much.

Puck listens out for a moment, head canting to one side, and gives a short nod to confirm Havelock's impression.

"Perhaps the window, then."

Thank whoever that there actually is one.

[oneman_onevote]

Thank Jack Harkness' inability to do his hair without natural light.

(Shh. It's 2005, and thus before the windowless Torchwood Cardiff base came and jossed this bit of millicanon.)

Anyway.



"Perhaps," says Havelock. He looks around, then heads to the light switch, turning it off to plunge the room into shadow before he heads to the window.

Sillouhettes: not clever.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

When he turns to the window, Puck is already there, peering out.

The view is mostly of lawn and lake, with a ribbon of green tree line.

It is all surprisingly vacant.






Puck frowns.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock gaze flickers to Puck, fast, and he hesitates for a fraction of a second before joining him.



...The view is entirely wrong, which delays the inevitable awkward quite nicely for the moment.

"Hm."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

The hesitation amuses him, but he catches himself before he smiles. There are slightly more pressing matters afoot.

One of them being that when he reaches forward to slide the window open, he finds it's stuck.


And, as he applies a smidge more pressure, he lifts the entire window up as if it were a picture in a frame.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock's eyebrows go up almost in tandem with the clearly-not-a-window.



"I feel I should repeat," he says carefully after a moment.

"...Hm."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck ... jiggles the window.

It moves, but the view does not.



Cautiously, he slips his fingers under the back of the window and lifts it up.


Behind it there's nothing but wall.

[oneman_onevote]

"Ah."



Havelock turns back to the barricaded door, grim-faced.

Flatly, "Fascinating, what wonders this place holds."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck ... kind of does have to laugh, now.

Even if it means that he and the terrible mortal have effectively trapped themselves in here.

"How dreadfully preposterous."