| Date: 20 January 2008
Characters: Jamie Tyler, Jack Harkness Location: hotel bar Link to IJ: thread #42540 |
 "So, I'm the worst liar ever," Jamie said conversationally at the bar, "It's kind of sad, actually. I really should have better skills. Maybe it's this mouth. Nothing but truth and justice and that rot. What do you think? Is this a non-lying face? Or do I just need practice?" |
 "I think not announcing you're a bad liar might be a good place to start - unless that's a lie, in which case it's a good start at being under-estimated," he growled, and drank his water. |
| "Hi Jack," he said serenely, "I think you're giving me too much credit on being underhanded." |
| "Maybe I'm not giving you enough credit for being an idiot." |
| "Very possible. Why are your panties in a knot?" |
| "Why is the state of my underwear any of your business?" |
| "Because you're Jack and you look like shit." Jamie shrugged, "Even if you're being an asshole." |
| There was something in there that confused him right into wrinkling his forehead up. "It's been a long day." |
| "Then eat and go to bed. You need a song or something?" |
| "I'm not hung-" He stopped, and almost visibly went on guard and edge. "What?" |
| "What?" |
| "What did you just say, and why did you say it?" |
| "I asked if you needed a song to take a nap? Because...well." |
| "Because well what?" Jack demanded. |
| "You look like you need a nap!' |
| "Why was a song part of the offer?" He was cramping up, and he was nauseated. He took a deep breath and made a conscious effort to calm the fuck down. |
| "Singing's soothing?" Jamie offered, then reached out, looking concerned, "Jack, what's wrong?" |
| He moved himself out of Jamie's way. "Nothing's wrong. I'm not that tired, I don't need a nap, thanks for the offer but I'm fine." |
| "Whatever, try again," Jamie rolled his eyes. |
| "Try what again?" |
| "Lying to me." |
| "I not lying to you." He pushed himself down carefully. "I'm need some air. Come on." Because he was never going to get rid of this kid. He didn't know how he knew that, but he did. |
| Jamie headed out after him, "When are you from?" |
| "1906," he answered, as he headed out the door and into the cooler, fresher, air. |
| "...No way. I liked 1906. There was that huge thing at stonehedge." |
| "Stonehenge," he corrected, automatically. "When'd you come from?" He was a little more relaxed, and as a consequence he was more comfortable. |
| "2009." He shrugged, "Also a good year." |
| "...How's that work?" he asked, looking at Jamie a lot more closely. |
| "...How does what work? The Gregorian Calender?" |
| "No, the more than a hundred years apart." |
| "Plastic surgery. All the rage?" |
| He snorted, rolled his eyes and went to find somewhere to sit down. |
| He went and sat before Jack, automatically offering his hand, "Sorry." |
| He rolled his eyes and leaned forward with his arms on his knees. "For what?" |
| "Making you twitchy." |
| He laughed, sudden but warm and honest. "It doesn't take much." |
| "...1906 wasn't that bad, was it?" He worried, "Stupid timelines." |
| "That thing with stonehenge." |
| "What about it?" He wrinkled his nose, "The Druids?" |
| "Druids," he agreed with a nod. |
| "...Nice little guys?" Jamie looked confused. |
| "Randy little bastards." |
| "You *slept* with them? Oh for...Jack!" |
| He gave Jamie an odd look. "What?" |
| "That's just gross." |
| "...Why?" |
| "...From my perspective, okay?" |
| "...Why?" |
| "Anyway, were they so bad that you're still cranky?" |
| "Oh, no. It was a fantastic night." The bastards. |
| "Then why are you so ..." he waved at Jack. |
| "So what?" |
| "Bitchy," |
| "Blame the hormones. I sure am." |
| "What horomones?" |
| "Mine." |
| "I didn't say who's, I said what." |
| "Probably testosterone, adrenaline, HGC, and some pituitrian." |
| "HG- You're pregnant again?" Jamie stared. |
| "Oh, so you're only about what? Half? Two thirds? as dumb as you act?" |
| "Oh, no, I'm more dumb," Jamie shook his head, "Um. How far?" |
| "Five months," he said, like he'd said it a dozen times before. Oh wait, he had. |
| "You sound enthused." |
| "What, you expected glowing?" |
| "I knew he lied to me about that." |
| "...What?" |
| "The glowing." |
| "Why was he talking to you about it?" |
| "When Jack was pregnant?" |
| "Yeah." |
| "He told me he glowed.' |
| "Sounds like he's full of shit." He didn't want to ask, but. "What happened with the baby?" |
| "He's an obnoxious brat." Jamie said promptly. |
| "But it lived." |
| "Not the same pregnancy, but yeah, I lived." |
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