| Date: 20 January 2008
Characters: Jamie Tyler, Jack Harkness Location: hotel bar Link to IJ: thread #42540 |
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 He blinked, and then he cocked his head and stared. |
 "...Do I have something on my face?" |
| "That's bizarre." |
| "What's bizarre?" |
| "You're Jack's kid?" |
| "Well. Kid's overstating." |
| "Over stating how?" |
| "I'm a bit old.' |
| "Ah." He apparently got it. Not that he wanted it. |
| "What?" |
| "Can you die?" he asked, bluntly. |
| "Of course! I've done it recently even." |
| He went from looking to disturbed to looking like he was going to throw up. Actually, strike that. His stomach turned over, and he got up and went to the nearest trashcan and puked until he was dry heaving. |
| Jamie looked freaked, hands on Jack's back, trying to smooth him, "Shite, What? What? What can I do, dad?" |
| He locked his elbows to keep himself up. "I not your fucking father. You said so." He sounded. Really damned desperate, actually. |
| "Okay, Jack, what do you need?" he wrapped an arm around Jack's waist, gentle and supportive. |
| He pivoted around to face Jamie, and get some distance between them. "I so sorry." |
| "Why?" Jamie let his hands drop, stuffed them into his pockets. |
| "You died and you're not dead." |
| "...Yes?" |
| "I'm sorry." |
| "I didn't want to die, Jack." |
| "I didn't think you did!" |
| "Then why are you sorry?" |
| "That you died!" He took a deep breath, grimaced and growled. "And that you're not dead!" |
| "Which are you sorrier for?" |
| "It's not a one or the other thing." |
| "I didn't get that from Jack," Jamie said suddenly. |
| "Are you sure?" |
| "Mechanics aren't the same." |
| "I didn't ask you about mechanics. I asked you to be sure." |
| "I'm sure, Jack," Jamie promised. |
| He walked a few feet away from where he was and plopped down on the grass. "Thank God." |
| Jamie followed after him, "Why?" |
| Jack pulled his knees up a bit, arms on his knees. Basically, he was still guarding his stomach. "You have got to be kidding." |
| Jamie stretched out, belly down on the grass, propping his head up with his hands, "I think we've established I'm stupid." |
| "How happy is your father about not ever staying dead?" |
| "He's not exactly over the moon about it." |
| "Well, there you go." |
| "But he's not alone either." |
| "So he'll sacrifice his own kid - for what? So he won't be lonely?" |
| "Sacrifice?" |
| "Not exactly the right word, but if he's anything like happy that you can't stay dead, just so he's got company, he's a selfish bastard." |
| "You're a little dumb." |
| "I beg your pardon?" |
| "You think I"m human for some reason, I think." |
| "No, I think everything natural dies." |
| "And I will eventually." |
| "As long as you eventually stay dead." ...and now he was realizing that no matter what he was, apparently, going to outlive his kid. |
| "Probably." |
| "Probably? Probably what? |
| "I will eventually." |
| "So you don't actually know, either." |
| "Nope." |
| He sighed. |
| "What?" |
| He shook his head. "I don't like not having answers." |
| "The grass on earth is also green." |
| "What?" |
| "Um. Duh?" |
| "...What?" |
| "Of course you want to know what's going on. You're you." |
| "Good to know there are things that don't change." |
| "Come on, you need to walk." |
| "Why do I need to walk?" he asked, and climbed to his feet. Slowly. |
| "Because you're going to cramp otherwise." |
| "How would you know?" he asked, amused and a little warmer. |
| "I've known pregnant people." |
| "Really? Great. Educate me. How does sitting lead to cramps?" |
| "Cold ground, Jack." |
| "Hold on and back up - what kind of cramp up do you mean?" |
| "...In your back?" Jamie had not known *that* many pregnant people. |
| "That I'll grant you," he agreed, smiled and held his hand out for Jamie's. |
| Jamie took it smoothly, holding onto him firmly and leading him around the park protectively. |
| Jack folded his fingers around Jamie's hand, but he also sort of gave him an odd look. Much as he would have liked to shut up and accept it and just enjoy the walk, he really couldn't let it go. "Hey." |
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