| Date: 12 January 2008
Characters: Jamie Tyler, Jack Harkness Location: outside Link to IJ: thread #31978 |
 Jamie was humming softly under his breath; it had technically been a Boeshan lullaby that his father denied knowing, but Jamie had added flourishes to it as a child. Drums. Trumpet. So the rhythm was slightly different and he played the drum parts with his fingers against his thighs, and made the trumpet sounds with his lips in the appropriate places.Jamie slid down the column outside a second floor window to the ground finishing with a "dum dum da. Exit three then." "I'm sorry, I didn't land on you did I? I'm working on my landings." He asked the person, he landed near before turning to face then. |
 "Keep working on them," he drawled. "I hear practice is a good way to do that. Go on, climb back up and try again."He hadn't been landed on, and he wasn't being serious. |
| "Funny, Jack," he rolled his eyes. "I have bad landings by genetics." |
| "You're half Owen?" he snarked. Then he stopped and looked at Jackie. "Do I know you?" |
| Pause. Pause. Pause. Problematic that was. Jamie tried, "No?" |
| He shook his head. "Do you know me?" |
| "Yes," he squinted one eye and tried to look innocent, before sighing and holding out his hand, "Jamie." |
| He took the hand and squeezed. "Captain Jack Harkness. How long have you know me, Jamie?" He smiled, winningly. |
| "All my life. You know my parents," he said sweetly, grinning back and dimpling. Technically true and like hell he was telling. |
| "Really? Which one of them did I shag?" he asked, pleasantly. |
| "Pardon?" Jamie asked, eyes wide. |
| He laughed and wrapped his arm around Jamie's shoulder. "Never mind. So, tell me everything you know about me," he said, pleasantly, and started walking. |
| "You have a slightly questionable relationship with coffee and you're always cold." |
| "I'm cold?" he asked, blankly. |
| "Physically? In Cardiff? Big bulky coats that make you look like a flasher." |
| "Oh, that. I thought you meant I felt cold to you. That would have been weird." |
| "How do you mean?" |
| "Because my body temperature isn't low." |
| "And you're not really a cold person." |
| "Eh, debatable, I suppose, depending on whens and wheres." |
| "I've never found you to be, how's that?" |
| "Works for me," he agreed. "How old are you?" |
| "One hundred and forty-seven," he answered promptly because lying to Jack was not instinctual. He paused, then smirked, trying to make it look like a joke, "Come on, Jack, how old do I look?" A lot less like one hundred and forty-seven than he had a week ago. |
| He cocked his head to the side and lifted his eyebrow. "Now, why would you give me an answer like that?" he drawled. |
| "Why wouldn't I?" |
| "Because you know that I don't know how old you are." |
| "Yes, but I expect you to," he grinned. "You were there when I was born." Also? Technically true. |
| "That's really fantastic, but how about you stop being a smart ass and give me an answer." |
| "Or I could stop bothering you?" |
| "Not without giving me an answer you can't." Now he was just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn. |
| "What year is it?" he asked suddenly. |
| "Not until you answer my question." |
| "Fine, I'm one hundred and forty-seven. Until June at least." |
| "2008. What species are you?" |
| "Human," he said sounding slightly offended. |
| "The hell you are." |
| "I am too!' Pause. "Half. On my mother's side." |
| "What was the other half?" he demanded. |
| He shrugged, "Unconfirmed." |
| "Did you ask?" |
| Jamie blinked slowly and intentionally stupid, "Why, do you think I ought to have?" |
| "I think if you don't want to find yourself over my knee, you damned well better stop with snide routine." |
| "...If you know why are you messing with me?" |
| "If I know what?" |
| "...Or do you really threaten to put all strangers over your knee?" Jamie looked somewhere between worried and grossed out. |
| "When they're being brats? Yeah." |
| "I'm not a brat. I'm trying not to mess with timelines!" |
| "2007. Are you related to the royal family?" Well. Werewolf MIGHT explain something. |
| "...You're right, if it's 2007 for you and 2009 for me there is absolutely no reason you shouldn't know me except divergent timelines where I was never born, but that's just awkward and alternate realities shouldn't intersect, I mean look at what happened to the Tower so of course my first trip off world involves alternate realities and my father is going to kill me except awkward and pardon, I'm not a werewolf." he got all out in one breath, letting out his steam of consciousness as he thought about it |
| "It's actually 2008 for me - Lost a year, but good enough, and this play is all about alternate realities, now tell me who and what the hell you are." |
| He held his hand out again, "I'm Jamie Tyler. Or well. Thats legally and good enough. I'm also James Harkness, Jimmy Harper, Ja'saemin Boseanten." |
| "Tyler, Harkness, and Harper," he noted, absently, as well as the lift and fall of the other name. "How about you get to the what, now?" |
| He raised an eyebrow."I think my dad's smarter than you." |
| "You are not my kid." |
| "Didn't I just say that?" |
| "What?" |
| "I'm pretty sure I just said you're not my father." |
| "You didn't." |
| "It was heavily implied by saying he's smarter than you." |
| "SO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?" |
| Jamie snickered and ducked, "Sorry. Sorry. Captain Jack Harkness is my father. You're not." |
| "Wonderful. Remind him to use protection next time." |
| "Next time he comes back from the dead pregnant I will certainly remind him," Jamie gave Jack the big thumbs up. |
| "What?" |
| "...What?" |
| "Came back from the dead pregnant?" |
| "...I hate to break it to you, but human males? Don't usually end up pregnant." |
| "People don't usually come back from the dead with extra DNA either." |
| He shrugged. "And yet." |
| "I think he's lying to you." |
| "You think my father's lying to me?" |
| "If he's telling you he woke up suddenly pregnant, I'm sure of it." |
| "Great," he smiled without any sincerity, "Tell me what happened then." |
| "I assume he screwed an alien." |
| "He wishes," Jamie snorted before asking, "You live in Cardiff?" |
| Next |