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Post by Jack Harkness on Mar 1, 2009 23:47:21 GMT -5
{Late Breaking Dawn}
Slowly, ever so slowly, Jack found his senses coming back to him one by one. The only trouble was that they seemed to be returning to him in a somewhat mixed up manner. He couldn’t quite place one thought next to the other and make sense of them, neither could he remember what he was doing here… wherever here was. His whole shoulder and arm felt numb, or at least he thought it did. He lay in a state of half-unconscious confusion amongst the uniform sheets of the hospital bed and the unnatural hush of the recovery ward, for what must have been hours, though it was quite possibly minutes – it was impossible to tell. It had to be said that Jack did not look his best under the fluorescent lights, his face ashen without its characteristic animation. Even when he did manage to blearily open his eyes they looked dull.
“Umm in… and so it, then?” he managed to come out with, sounding groggy, though at least she could look around now. He looked around, a frown crinkling his brow ever so slightly. He shifted a little, trying to figure out what exactly had gone on – it was either some night out or… He shifted his arm back and instantly pain swept around the injury causing him to hiss in pain and move back to a more neutral position. Immediately his memory restored itself, the pain bringing clarity.
“Ohh…” he grimaced. Poor Mya, he doubted she had taken this well, by the way he was feeling, he hadn’t. He glanced around, but his vision was still a little lazy and he couldn’t make much out. Well, this was worrying. He wondered whether anyone had come to visit and found himself oddly craving the company of one man in particular, though he had no reason to expect him to walk by his sickbed. He probably didn’t even know.
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Post by Will Adams on Mar 2, 2009 1:11:28 GMT -5
Will was a nervous wreck as he sat in the waiting room. He was over in the corner, sitting by himself as he waited to hear if Jack had woken up from the surgery. He had found out rather quickly about the shooting. He had called Jack's cell phone to ask him if he wanted to go out for drinks tonight after work (and possibly come home with him after), but it wasn't Jack who answered. One of the officers who worked with him answered, having apparently taken watch over Jack's badge, gun and phone while he was in surgery. After Will stated he was a friend of Jack's (not knowing how tolerant the officer was), he learned that Jack had been shot. There wasn't too much more information at that point but Will had immediately headed to the hospital.
Will spent hours in the waiting room, praying for the first time since he was a kid that Jack would pull through. He had been stunned by the news that Jack was shot, and was now terrified of losing him. Will and Jack never had anything serious, it was alwyas just a good time for them both, even thought Will had been developing feelings for Jack. Now he was afraid he'd never get a chance to say how he really felt. What Will felt today made it obvious to him that this was more than just a fling or someone he wanted to call to have a good time. If Jack lived through this, he would tell him everything, no matter what the result. He knew now that he couldn't wait around wondering if things would change for them in the future, if he'd suddenly find out Jack had feelings for him too. Tomorrow either of them could be dead.
When Will spotted one of the nurses coming out of Jack's room Will went up to her immediately. "Is he alright? Can I see him?" He asked impatiently.
The nurse nodded. "He just woke up but he's a little groggy, you can go in but try to keep him calm"
Will didn't wait to reply before heading into Jack's room, not caring if he had anyone else outside who'd be visiting later. He had to see for himself that Jack was alright. Though he had been rushing to get in, once inside, and seeing Jack looking around the room, he slowed his pace, walking over to his bedside.
"You up for company?" He asked, not wanting to be here if Jack didn't want him or needed to rest. He was alive which itself was a miracle.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Mar 8, 2009 20:48:28 GMT -5
The moments of clarity, which had been brought on by the pain he had caused himself, faded and Jack found himself plunging back into confusion. He sort of knew that he had figured it out a moment ago, but he couldn’t quite remember what it was he figured out, though he did remember not to move much. Then, in tumultuous waves, his memory resurfaced, each backwash into his memory leaving something more there for him remember with some clarity. His flat looking, dull blue eyes again flitted around the nondescript room and the lines of a frown etched themselves into his pasty brow.
The whole ordeal had played havoc with Jack’s usually tan, lively complexion, leaving it washed out and just not him. His brown hair was unkempt, sticking out over his forehead and he generally looked unwell, but at least he was breathing. He looked at the figure approaching his bed with bleary eyes, not able to figure out who it was, though he had his hopes, until the man reached his side and spoke. Immediately a small smile peaked at the corners of his pale lips as he wondered how his wishes could have been answered so readily. How did he even know? He wanted to ask, but somehow the questions just wouldn’t transpose themselves into speech. Instead he turned his eyes up to his part time lover and the man who he was beginning to suspect was full time love.
“Y’know I can’t say no to a face like yours,” he said, though his voice was frailer than it ought to be, laced with the grogginess that was left over from the anaesthetic. He lifted his right arm and reached for Will’s forearm. “Thank you.”
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Post by Will Adams on Mar 12, 2009 22:14:49 GMT -5
Will looked down at Jack’s weak body on the bed with a smile as he told him he couldn’t say no to a a face like his. Just hearing Jack speak, that voice, a sign that he really had made it through the surgery, was enough to cause Will’s eyes to tear up, with joy of his recovery and letting out a bit of the fear that had been building up out in the waiting room. As he felt Jack touch his arm, he looked down feeling the warmth of their skin contact and managing a whisper of “You’re welcome” before Will bent down and gave him a kiss, gentle but with the emotion behind it, of someone having just gotten back their loved one.
When he pulled back Will looked at Jack shaking his head. “You really know how to scare a guy…and you know I’m not some sissy who gets scared at the drop of a hat” He told him, wishing he could just joke away the shooting but knowing that this was still more serious than that.
He swallowed, getting his emotions back in check as he rotated his arm so that he could take Jack’s hand that had reached for him a moment earlier. “I was really worried about you…Should I even ask how you’re feeling?”
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Post by Jack Harkness on Mar 13, 2009 23:31:53 GMT -5
Once they had found their way to Will’s face, Jack’s eyes didn’t flinch from the fine bone structure for a single moment. It gave his boozy feeling head an anchor point that he liked. He watched as Will’s eyes suddenly became awash with tears and his own blue ones checked the rest of the face to make sure that he wasn’t sad for some reason. He couldn’t quite bring together the fact that the reason that the other man was here and was emotional was because he was here. Well, he sort of could, but the concept of deep rooted affection was too alien a concept to Jack for it to be able to resolve itself in the logical part of his befuddled head. However, before he could allow any confused words escaped, Will leaned in and cleared them from his mind completely.
Despite the fact that Will and Jack had shared countless kisses of all varieties, Jack still found himself… altered in some way, by this gentle surrender of emotion. His lips moved in tandem with Will’s, though their motion was a little delayed, his lips still slightly pursed as the other man drew back. He stared back at the magician, concentrating on his words through the distraction of the spiking emotional reactions.
“Well, I had to do something new to summon you to my bed,” he joked, weakly. It was at this point that he decided all too much of his personality relied upon him being about to make rapid fire jokes and lighten every situation. He didn’t think he had ever been in a condition that was completely un-mockable, not personally anyway, and he sort of didn’t think that he wanted to lighten whatever was happening here. Still, he couldn’t help a little tension-breaking chuckle from sounding. “It was just a… I got shot…”
His hand fastened automatically around Will’s fingers as he turned his wrist so that the gesture turned from a grasp to an equal hold. A small frown crinkled his pasty brow as he fully put together ‘being shot’ with how he was now. This lag in his brain was really strange, he kept thinking he’d gotten everything sorted, but then a new wave would hit him out of no where. “I’m so glad you’re here. Out of…” he trailed off, the words fading on his lips. “Ugh, it feels like someone’s been pumping me for hours… in the bad way. Will…”
His blue eyes, regaining a very little of their character, caught the other man’s once more, knowing that words needed to be exchanged, but not having enough experience of this to do it.
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Post by Will Adams on Mar 23, 2009 22:48:56 GMT -5
Without moving his hand from Jack’s, Will sat down in the chair that sat by the side of Jack’s bed, leaning forward in it to stay close to him. Will wondered if Jack would even want him here, or if he was disappointed that it hadn’t been someone else who was the first to visit him. Perhaps he didn’t want to be seen with Will if his police buddies came in later. Will knew he wasn’t exactly a prize, especially to law enforcing types. But he knew he would be good to Jack if it turned out Jack returned any of the feelings he wanted to express besides the lust he knew they shared.
It was delayed, but Jack had returned Will’s kiss the same. It didn’t seem reluctant or unwanted. Will decided the anesthesia could explain the slowness in response. He was just grateful that there was still any response from the man in front of him at all.
He smiled at Jack’s attempt at a joke, glad he was well enough to be joking. “Next time just try asking, you know I’m there, no fancy tricks needed” He told him. Will was surprised at himself for the way that he knew now that he wanted more than just to be summoned to Jack’s bed, he wanted a future with him.
Will listened as he told him he got shot. The emotions seeming to register across his lovers face as he vocalized what had happened and how it felt. He smiled as he heard Jack say he was glad he was here, but then the stop of pain that it caused made Will’s face turn back to worry. “Usually pumping you for hours would be the cure for any pain”
Will saw the look in Jack’s eyes and knew that there was something serious he wanted to talk about as well. “There’s no where else I’d be Jack.” He told him looking in his eyes knowing everything he wanted to say but not sure he had the nerve to yet. “I want to be here with you…I wasn’t sure this would ever happen again after I heard what happend”
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Post by Jack Harkness on May 27, 2009 9:02:59 GMT -5
As Will sat down properly at the bedside, Jack couldn’t help from smiling, despite his dazed brain and bad situation, this was something he understood. Who would take the trouble to manoeuvre themselves into the chair if they were just planning on a flying visit? It didn’t occur to the injured man that he now took great pleasure and satisfaction in knowing that the part-time blond was there for him, or that just his presence made him feel better, but it did.
“There’s that prize winning smile,” he uttered, showing a flash of his own teeth in a grin perhaps not as wide as his usual show of teeth, but a grin all the same. He raised an amused eyebrow at Will’s next words, though appreciated them at the same time. However, he knew he had to respond in the customary joke as his eyes searched for something more. “And here was me thinking you liked the special tricks, but maybe that’s just in the bedroom.”
He wondered if that was almost a promise to what he had thought earlier when the other man had taken his hand. Would he always be there for him? Even as he thought it, Jack knew that it was probably a ridiculous notion. They were quite similar, Will and Jack, and when they were together there weren’t just fireworks, there was an entire display, but that was all it was, wasn’t it? A Fourth of July marvel, an occasion, not something for everyday. Was it? Could it be? He felt a slight twinge on his heartstrings as he pondered these new possibilities, one uncommon for him to feel, and he knew in that instant that he wanted a life where he could rely on Will to be there for him, and where he could be there for his lover in a more emotional way.
“Oh yeah, if only…” Jack agreed with another grin, his thoughts happily returning to the many places that he and Will had cured each other of all ills. He lifted his good arm and flexed the muscles in it a little, tilting his head a little and looking suggestively at the other man. “I only need one.” However, even this put some kind of strain across his shoulders and he allowed his good arm to drop back to the bedclothes after a moment or so.
“You ought to be careful with those moody blues,” he told Will softly after the mood got more serious. He shifted a little in the bed, feeling quite vulnerable for one of the only occasions in his life, but he knew that whatever was to come needed to be said. They couldn’t just go back to being casual bed fellows, not after today and nor did Jack want them to be – there was something more on the horizon. “You’re going to make a guy want to make an honest man out of you. But… I’m glad you’re here, there’s no one I’d rather have here right now.”
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Post by Will Adams on Jun 4, 2009 22:08:29 GMT -5
Will kept smiling as he saw Jack flash a grin of his own. He still looked weak, tired, and probably in a bit of pain still, but Will could see that the fight was still there in Jack. He still had the same sense of humor, and would be able to make it through this, despite all the fear and worry that Will had experienced when Jack was in surgery. The pain of the unknown had been almost unbearable, but now Jack was here. Not only alive, but Jack was smiling at him. Will hadn’t thought that he’d ever get the chance to see that smile again, and couldn’t help but get a bit choked up by the thought, reaching up with his free hand that wasn’t holding onto Jack’s and wiping a stray tear.
“Tricks are fine, nearly dying on me is another thing” Will told him, wondering if Jack had realized how much blood he had lost. Will had been constantly bugging the nurses throughout the surgery, anytime one of them would come out from the OR. He managed to find out more than some of the cops standing around drinking coffee. He knew they needed to transfuse him with blood and that had the bullet been a little lower and hit the nerve bundle, he could have completely lost use of the arm.
Will happily enjoyed the new grin appearing on Jack’s face as they joked about the ways they had made each other feel better. He wished that was all Jack would have needed. A little pick me up. Will would have been at his side ready to be used in any way to help him. He watched as Jack flexed his arm, trying to show off for him, but he also saw the strain in his eyes and knew it couldn’t have felt good either. “Take it easy there, Jack”
Will nodded and forced himself to give a small smile as Jack brought up his mood. He didn’t want to depress the other man. If anyone should be upset and have the blues it should be Jack. He didn’t want to be bringing the patient down. “Sorry” he apologized gently. His smile turned more sincere as Jack mentioned making an honest man out of him, and having wanted him there. “I couldn’t be anywhere else…and maybe I wouldn’t mind being an honest man for once” He said with a light laugh, able to pass it off as a joke if Jack’s was intended that way, but knowing this could lead into the conversation Will knew he needed to have with him.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Jun 19, 2009 22:09:44 GMT -5
Jack’s clear blue eyes looked plainly up at Will, wondering what the other man was thinking, about what had made him race to his bedside. He tilted his head a little, a small frown drawing his brows together as he saw the other man lift his free hand to wipe away a tear. Whereas the show of emotion would normally evoke on a surface level of sympathy from him in normal circumstances, Jack felt an unfamiliar tug on his heartstrings at the raw show of emotion from the other man and he tightened his own fingers around the other man’s hand.
He allowed his eyelids to droop a little as he considered just what could have frightened Will, a man so much like himself when it came down to admitting deep seated emotions, into such a bold show. He didn’t remember much from the accident, other than being shot, everything else had happened so quickly. That was the thing with his condition, the lack of blood had probably made him delirious pretty quickly and he’d needed surgery – minor surgery – but still, complications abound. His eyes swept back up to the other man’s face, now apologetic, feeling guilty that he had put him through that. “Oh, danger’s half the fun. But… if it makes you feel better, I won’t do it again.”
Allowing his arm to fall gently back down to the bedclothes, he tried to shrug off the weakness that must have shown through his jokey play on strength. It shocked him actually, how much that had not only hurt (a lot of which was being taken care of by horse tranquilisers, he was sure), but by how weak it was, like he had a sack of potatoes tied to it somewhere. He gave Will a shockingly honest look for a moment and shuffled uneasily under the thin hospital sheets, unfamiliar with feeling weak at all. “I guess you’re right about that, but just you wait until I’m back up to full strength…”
A small smile tilted Jack’s lips and he shook his head slightly as Will began to apologise for his mood. He didn’t want the other man to feel sorry for being honest, he just wished that he could be so plain in return. He had managed to speak his true heart in isolated sentences, but the jokey punctuations he knew must be confusing to the other man, even if he was used to him. He didn’t want Will to think that he was being insincere about his feelings, or worse, that he was making a mockery out of what the other man was saying. Jack’s eyes slid around Will’s face as he dared himself to go to the next step in admitting his true feelings for the man that sat by him now, holding his hand.
“Let’s do it then,” he said, his voice a little more vulnerable than its usual bravado. He smiled a little, his eyes warming. “Me and you, if we can’t make each other honest men then they could just about throw away the key. There’s… something more to us… than we’re letting be… I think.” His heart hammered against his ribcage as he looked anxiously up at Will, his face blanching slightly as he committed himself more to the blonde than he had to anyone else in his entire life. Even in the many high schools he had attended he never had a steady girl or boyfriend. He had thought it simply wasn’t him, but maybe he just hadn’t met the right man yet.
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Post by Will Adams on Aug 12, 2009 10:55:06 GMT -5
Will felt Jack's hand tighten around his own after the man witnessed him wiping away the stray tear. He didnt want to be getting all emotional now and gave a somewhat embarrassed smile as if laughing at his own silly emotions. But they were strong and present and right there in that moment. He knew had almost lost the man in front of him.
"I'd appreciate that" Will said as Jack told him that though the danger was half the fun he woudlnt do it again if itd make Will feel better. "And if you need the rush of a little danger we can always get a little more exhibitionist in our activities, risk getting caught"
Will grinned back at him as Jack warned him about waiting until he was back up to full strength. "I can't wait" He responded, knowing that Jack did need to rest and get his strength back. He didnt want him hurting himself further by trying to show off.
The joking nature between them was lost as Jack spoke again. Will was shocked by the sincerity and vulnerability in the other mans voice as he suggested they actually go through with it and make each other honest men. "Really?" Will said hopefully, knowing that was exactly what he had decided he wanted when he came here today. "I think there's more to us too Jack" Will told him, seeing the anxious look and wanting him to know they were both on the same page. "Let's do it"
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 13, 2009 12:48:37 GMT -5
A small smile tilted the set of Jack’s lips as he clocked the embarrassed smile of Will’s. He tried to reassure the man that he didn’t mind the show of emotion without saying it in so many words, not wanting to embarrass him even more. To be honest, Jack didn’t mind anybody being emotional around him, he was more than used to people developing an attachment to him; he just wasn’t used to feeling the same way in return. Infatuations tended to burn out, developing feelings tended to fade to nothing, but there was no getting around the fact that he had gone back to Will, or had sought him out, for months now.
“Mmm, sounds good to me,” he responded, his eyes narrowing a little as his mouth pulled into a desirous smile. Not the right time, really not the right time, but if it made the other man feel better about the situation then he would give into his more carnal urges. “I’ve always had a thing for offices…”
“Really,” he repeated, keeping his tone even so that the automatic jokey tone that he put on in awkward situations didn’t surface and spoil the feeling behind his words. He shifted a little uncomfortably beneath the bedclothes, having never felt more vulnerable than he did now. He reached for Will’s hand as he confirmed that he wanted the same for them, a happy smile spreading over his peaky face. “All the way,” he said, trying to use the boastful tone that he usually bore so well when he was sweeping about in his strange fashioned clothes and greatcoat. “You and me, boyfriend and boyfriend. Whoa… Weird. Good, definitely good, but weird…”
A barrage of worries stormed Jack’s head as soon as the commitment was made, suddenly worried that he wasn’t good enough for the other man, that he would make a stupid mistake out of habit and not be forgiven… Worries that he could quite honestly say that he had never had before. “Be gentle with me, alright?”
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Post by Will Adams on Feb 4, 2010 17:56:34 GMT -5
Will knew that Jack wasn't the type of guy to look down on another man for showing a sign of emotion, even when it was shown in tears, but Will still tried to keep himself more composed. Will was afraid of showing how much he really did care for the man in front of him. Their relationship had always been no strings attached, and while Will was realizing he wanted more now, looking too clingy already could destroy any chance they had of taking the next step.
The next look that Jack gave him from the hospital bed was almost enough to make Will want to jump him right there. "Offices huh? The police station would be kinda hot.." He gave a smirk, knowing their flirtations were to help ease the tension of the situation right now, but that didnt mean they might not go their some day.
Will's heart was racing as Jack confirmed that he had meant what he had said. His feelings were the same. He also wanted something more for them. Will took Jack's hand, seeing the other man was just as nervous about the situation as he was. "All the way. Just us...a very good weird" He agreed.
Will saw the worry storm his boyfriend's face as he asked him to be gentle. "I'll do my best" Will said making a promise to himself to try to be the type of boyfriend a guy like Jack deserved, a better man than he was now. "You won't regret this" He said hoping it would be true. He leaned down and sealed the arrangement with a kiss.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Feb 24, 2010 9:11:04 GMT -5
Jack nodded once, white-toothed grin dominant on his face as his imagination began to take himself and Will far, far away from here. The thing for offices had cropped up more when he was on the beat and probably began in his elder teenage years when he spent months and years on the bases that his father was assigned to. True, when he was actually in the office at the station he generally hated, but then generally there was only paperwork to entertain him - that and gaping at his hot co-workers (something he had done less of recently, though he hadn't really noticed the change himself yet).
"Yeah, the station, the offices, the holding cells, the range ..." he let the sentence hang, clearly showing how much he wouldn't mind any of those places through his expression. Even given his current situation, whereby an incident at the range had just about killed him, the mention of it in this context was only good. If there was anything that could distract Jack Harkness from his own death it was this - he would be the kind of rat to press the pleasure button until he died rather than take a break and press the food button.
The boisterous grin that usually adorned Jack's face was gentler now, almost submissive - if that could ever truly be said of him. He had no experience in committing to another human being beyond family members and he knew that this would be one area where he would have to look to another to lead him. Even as they verbalised their commitment to each other he had a slight sinking feeling that he was going to mess it up before they even began. However, despite this, no where did he feel that they shouldn't give it a go. If anyone could keep him grounded it would be Will, he had never met anyone who could affect him so much.
He leaned up to kiss Will, a sweeter kiss than their average, and then held his boyfriend close for a few seconds while he addressed him with his eyes. "Thank you," he said quietly and genuinely. He gazed at Will with his piercingly blue eyes for a good few seconds before letting him go, putting all the pre-emptive apology he could into the expression. Once he had let his boyfriend go, though, he pulled over the confident screen again. "We'll be awesome."
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Post by Will Adams on Apr 26, 2010 22:35:18 GMT -5
"Mmm, sounds like we have a lot of different places to cover. But I'm up to the challenge once you are" Will told him, knowing he would need time to heal. But Will wasn't sure he'd want to see Jack go back to the shooting range anytime soon, no matter what the context. That place had almost taken Jack from him. Will knew he'd always be worried hearing he was going to practice his shooting, even though this had been a fluke accident.
Will watched as Jack's expression changed noticeably in front of him. The grin turned soft and gentle and he looked almost submissive. This was a side of Jack that Will had never seen before. But then again neither of them had acted this way before, neither of them had been ready to take that next step until now. Will could see by the look on Jack's face just how serious he was about all of this, and it reassured him that they had a chance.
Will returned the kiss Jack gave him, feeling the emotion behind it. Not just passion, but something more meaningful and closer to the heart. "You're welcome" Will told him, though knowing he should be the only one doing the thanking in this situation. Will knew that Jack was too good for him. Will was good enough for a fling, but knew he'd have to work hard to even try to be good enough for a relationship with this type of man. Will gave a smirk as Jack declared they'd be awesome. "Of course we will. We'll rock"
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