Captain Jack Harkness (
fractured_agent) wrote2013-12-26 08:19 pm
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Hard choices leave you with nothing [for slayers_desire]
It's been a while since Jack needed a stiff drink, and he usually abstains in case the Doctor picks that moment to return. But after a day like today... sometimes he can justify letting himself slip a bit.
The rest of his team is sent home, and the Hub is empty, save for Jack and the pterodactyl roosting in her eyrie. Leaving him alone with only a drink and his memories for company.
He looks down at his wristcomp. Very few times has he been able to call anyone for help, since his time at Torchwood began. And it still doesn't quite work... but he's spent too much time with only his thoughts for company. He's terribly lonely, in the way that only the immortal truly know, and right now his heart is aching for the loss of Estelle.
He calls up April's number, before he can talk himself out of it.
The rest of his team is sent home, and the Hub is empty, save for Jack and the pterodactyl roosting in her eyrie. Leaving him alone with only a drink and his memories for company.
He looks down at his wristcomp. Very few times has he been able to call anyone for help, since his time at Torchwood began. And it still doesn't quite work... but he's spent too much time with only his thoughts for company. He's terribly lonely, in the way that only the immortal truly know, and right now his heart is aching for the loss of Estelle.
He calls up April's number, before he can talk himself out of it.
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"Hello?"
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The coordinates aren't for the Hub itself. He doesn't like the thought of having someone else get ahold of her PINpoint and getting a back door into the base. Instead, she'll come out on a specific paving stone in front of the silver sculpture on Roald Dahl Plass. Cardiff Bay is nearby, and the air is full of the scent of the sea and the cries of gulls.
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She figures that Jack will appear shortly. Or provide her with more directions.
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The stone descends into a large cavernous space, carved out of the rock three stories deep, and the silver sculpture continues the rest of the way down, with a moat of water around its base. Multiple desks circle the sculpture on higher ground, each one covered with papers and alien gizmos, and the place smells of dusty concrete, a very faint and old odor of blood, and a multitude of traces of alien scents that she won't be able to identify.
As the lift descends into the Hub, an identical stone slides into place above her, making it appear on the outside as though nothing has changed.
((Here is a video touring the Hub set, to give you a good idea of how it looks))
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She new surroundings that she has entered is very interesting. And her vampire senses definitely sniff at the alien scents for a moment or two. And she catches the odor of blood too.
"Jack?"
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There's a skrawww from overhead as a large winged shape flies out from a hole on the wall, and glides around the sculpture. The pterodactyl tilts its head to the side to look down at the newcomer curiously, its primitive brain wondering if April is food, but it's not aggressive.
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"Interesting welcome you have here..." She smiles, a little nervously.
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He steps forward to offer a hand down from the lift, and pulls her into a hug. "It's good to see you again."
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He fetches her some juice, before settling back into his chair. Part of this feels like he's just delaying the conversation he wants to have, but on another hand, he's just appreciating the company. Pretending that he's just invited her over on a social call.
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