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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[oneman_onevote]

Havelock lets the silence stretch for a moment, then clarifies;

"Wondered what?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Where it lay," Puck clarifies in return.

"It seems our truest ally. I hated to lose sight of't."

[oneman_onevote]

"Hmm," says Havelock, soft, and eyes the contraption in his hand.

"I would be more sanguine if I knew the thing were reliable."


He dislikes not knowing how something works.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck's lips quirk.

"'Tis rather a trial to make much test of it."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock quirks a smile, very briefly.

"Indeed."

The number of holes in the wall would be progidious even if he only made a conservative test.

"Best to save it for only the most vital of escapes, perhaps."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps," Puck agrees, in a pensive murmur.

He regards the gun in silence a moment. All of a sudden, there doesn't seem to be any good place to move.





"... My name," he begins.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock tilts his head at him in silent enquiry.

Without looking, he carefully reaches out and places the gun on a table nearby.

Having weapons to hand is a habit but... not that one.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Havelock is certainly cautious.

"Did Hellebore give it thee?"

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock nods once.

"Yes," he says. "Was it wrong?"


He's actually not sure what he means just for the moment - the wrong name, or wrong that he know knows it? - which is disconcerting.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck laughs faintly.

"Ah-- nearly, I think. Or perhaps nearly right. You have his manner about you when you speak it."

That is not exactly what he means, but it is difficult to explain the matter of names and true names and names from one's own lips. At least, it's difficult to explain it to mortals.

Though to be fair, this is the first time Puck has tried in quite a long while.

"Puck," he tries, and the timber of his voice is neither Havelock's nor Hellebore's, but there is something in the way the syllable falls that, in some way, does seem to recall them both.

[oneman_onevote]

It wasn't something he'd learned much about in his storm of research after first meeting Puck - but there had been something about naming there.

"Puck," says Havelock again, slow and thoughtful, and his voice is still his own, but the nuance mimics the way Puck spoke exactly.

It's not something he's had much opportunity to try, but the knack has not deserted him yet.

"Still wrong?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

His head tilts curiously, assessing.

"No," he decides after a moment.

"'Tis right as it can be, the poorly name that it is. You see, you have it of my own lips, as I have yours." His lips curl in a very slight smile, and he murmurs, "Havelock."

[oneman_onevote]

"Oh," says Havelock, with a prickle of wary understanding - but he holds himself still, and there doesn't seem to be a danger in this, not so far.

How must it be, to need to protect your own name, and what could you use another for, once given?

It's hard to say.

And the creature - Puck, and the name echoes very precise in his mind - did not have to teach him that.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck looks very amused now.

"You had best take care how you give it, and to whom. My kin wear their own names very close, but they joy in learning more."

[oneman_onevote]

And now he's told him that, too.

Havelock isn't quite sure how to take being handed information like that.


The same as anything else he learns, he supposes; keeping it carefully remembered but kept to himself.

"I can manage that."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck, meanwhile, isn't sure how to take the lack of reaction-- in this case, anyway, although what was he expecting? 'Thank you, that is very interesting'?

... Actually, that seems a sensible sort of response to him.

"Good," he says, subsiding back onto the couch with his arms over his (still bare) chest. He's only getting hungrier, but right now he doesn't at all want to risk a trip down that little hole in the wall.

Perhaps come morning.

[oneman_onevote]

Perhaps.

Then again, Havelock is watching him as if he can peel him open with a just a calm, level gaze.

(It's amazing how many people that actually works with, and, well - it's interesting.)

"We should be secure enough here," he says eventually. "To venture out, within reason."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Ah?" Puck says.

"Why, do you wish a stroll beneath the moon? I have heard ours here is but a paltry imitator."

[oneman_onevote]

"Charming as that sounds, I have no doubt we would be shortly set upon," Havelock points out.

"No, but I think we might try the corridors, or venture down to the kitchens now. We can't stay here forever."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

The fairy's stomach gives another telltale grumble.

Puck looks sulky.

"I suppose we cannot, at that. What would you?"

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock, with supreme self-control, does not smile.

"How are you with enclosed spaces?" he asks instead.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Superfluous," Puck assures him in a drawl.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock raises an eyebrow.

"Good," he says thoughtfully. "I don't doubt the dumbwaiter can take both our weights, but it will be close if we try it. Or do you think it wiser for one of us to go ahead alone?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Is this the option that takes them to food?

Not that Puck cares.


... Also, he takes a moment to seriously deliberate the question. On the one hand, if something should go wrong with a precarious descent into an unknown darkness, having one person stay behind would ensure that he could offer some aid to the other, or at the very least escape his fate.



"If it shall carry us both, I see no reason to delay," he says with a shrug.

"Shall we be able to manage it?"

They are both pretty slim.

[oneman_onevote]

"We should," Havelock confirms, cautious but sure of his own assessment.

He's pretty good with calculations of this kind.



And he thinks it best to stick together, too.