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 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."

[oneman_onevote]

Indeed.

"Indeed."

Still, at least the room is secure for the moment.

And they have water.


That's... about as many positives Havelock can find.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Helloooo, Havelock. Also WHISKEY?

Puck subsides back to his seat against the overturned bed, looking at Havelock with a sigh of dry long-suffering.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock does not consider alcohol to be an asset unless he can use it as an explosive.

And Puck currently seems set on drinking it instead.

Warily he ventures forward to look through the keyhole - around the upturned bedstead.

(He is blithely ignoring Puck's suffering nature.)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck shifts slightly to give him room, or to give him a wide berth.

[oneman_onevote]

There is... definitely movement out there.

However for now, there is no indication that the creatures know this room is inhabited, and so long as they stay quiet, hopefully that will continue.

"Still there," he says quietly.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck keeps to the same volume, but manages an amused snort.

"Are they? I should have thought their hungers slaked enough by now."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock shrugs one-shouldered.

(The other one is still a little stiff from the battle in Ankh-Morpork a few weeks ago, and tonight has not helped in the slightest.)

"Apparently not."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

His smile remains, though it looks a little tense.

"If it is no matter to you, sir, I prefer to bide here at least a time." He stretches absently. "Here I may sit in relative comfort, and perhaps come into a plan for escape in the bargain."