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If you've got forever

CHARACTERS: Captain Jack Harkness and YOU
LOCATION: Around the station
DATE: Catch-all for June
CONTENT: Arrival for Jack and adjustment to the ship and the situation!
WARNINGS: NSFW for sex marked below.

ARRIVAL

This is not even close to the strangest place Jack has woken up in, and also not the worst situation he has found himself in. It's time for another adventure, he thinks, as his eyes snap open and he sits up quickly, glancing around the room curiously. It's just him in the room so he springs out of bed and cracks his neck, patting down his clothes and relieved to see his vortex manipulator is intact. Not to worry about now, but good to know for later. Looks like his gun wasn't on him at the time, that's fine, he always finds one eventually.

Jack immediately steps out of the room after noting nothing in there is going to help him and starts wandering the corridors. He needs to get a lay of the land before making a plan, or you know, settling in and seeing where this one takes him. Jack's gait is quick but also he seems to come off as confident and comfortable, not in any alarm as he wanders the ship. He does not stop though, on a mission to get a look at everything.

Jack can be found wandering all over the ship including the living areas, the training room, simulation room, labs, pretty much every location that might be of importance to him later. If he spots you on his journey he'll smile warmly and toss a wink, acting like he very much belongs here.

TIME TO PARTY

After a little bit of time getting used to the place, Jack starts to visit locations on the ship solely to hang out and relax. He knows there's only a limited amout of time before the next adventure, he's gathered that much, so he might as well kick up his heels and enjoy the luxury of this place. Which it is, because recently he'd been in jail for almost two decades, and it wasn't a fun one. (Yes there are fun ones. Ask him about it sometime.)

Jack's favorite stop when settling in a place is of course the kitchen and mess hall. Jack loves a good meal and a cup of coffee, but he likes the opportunity to check out the other people there and make some connections. While he has been an island before, it's never his preference. If someone is sitting alone, congratulations, he slides into the seat across from you with a cheerful smile, whether it's with food of his own or only a drink. Or maybe you see him looking for a good place to sit and he catches your eye, jerking his head toward a table to indicate you should go together.

He can be found in the armory poking around and seeming to have little trouble adjusting to this new machine in front of him. It might be different from what he's used to, but he has a lot of knowledge in his noggin of futuristic tech. The problem is deciding what type of gun he wants. There are any number of Earth guns that he's always favored, and the first thing he does is create a Mark IV Webley Revolver. As soon as it appears Jack gasps in delight slides it into his belt where he had a gun holster without one. But! There are other options he's curious to explore, tapping a finger against his jaw as he thinks about it.

Jack can be found occasionally in the sunlight room, usually with a drink in hand, to just take in the fake atmosphere and pretend he's getting some sun. It's been awhile since he got to be in even a fake green environment so it's nice. He sometimes has his jacket folded nearby so it's him in a collared blue shirt with the buttons mostly undone over a white t-shirt and comfortable trousers.

WILDCARD

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( The man's a stranger, new to the station, but he looks so relaxed in the space that one could have easily mistaken him for one of the old guard, simply taking time for himself before lunch.

McCoy slows on approach, giving the seconds over to a brief study of the newcomer, and checks the date in his earpiece. Sure enough... )

About that time again, I see.

[From here]

Jack knows River well so he can tell when her smile isn't reaching her eyes when she's building up to telling him something important. But he also knows that sometimes the best thing he can be is just himself, with his natural warmth and occasional streak of sincerity.

He has a guess at where this is all going, but it's still difficult to hear. Everyone he loves dies, even the Doctor will probably die for good before him. It never makes that loss easier to know it's coming. River was never likely to grow old, she had too much adventure in her heart. Jack treats this with the seriousness it deserves, reaching out to take her by the arm and pulling her back in for a new hug, this one more comforting.

"I'm sorry, River." He isn't going to give her platitudes, she's probably made up plenty of those herself. When sometimes grieving it is the only real option. He's died several times for the Doctor and probably will more, it's almost a requirement of the job these days. But the loss is still very real, and very personal.

"You deserved better." After everything she survived.

[ There are a few spots on the station where it's a fairly safe bet to find Jim Kirk at certain hours of the day. Early as fuck in the morning, before most people are up, he's either jogging through the hallways or working up a sweat in the training room. Well, unless Bones manages to sweet-talk him into lingering in bed for a little longer for a cuddle.

But this isn't one of those mornings, and so he's taking up a corner of the training room, with a mat stretched out on the floor and tight-fitting shorts and top as he goes through a series of yoga poses. There's no music, as he finds the silence just as good a way to clear his mind and relax, and being alone helps him focus and find the balance on each new pose he tries.

Whether or not he notices the new approach, he doesn't recognize it at least, intent on seeing this position through at the very least. ]

Edited 2022-06-01 21:06 (UTC)

(Jack has a habit of looking like he belongs anywhere he finds himself and since there aren't a lot of surprises for him anymore, it's easy to be calm. This is one of the nicer spacial yoinkings he's gone through. And so shiny!

He turns to look at the man who spoke with an easy smile and a slight furrowing of his eyebrows. There is nothing even remotely subtle about the way he looks people up and down, although it is quick. Somewhere on that line of curious and curious.)

What time again?

[ Jack is also an early riser or night owl or whatever it is when he really doesn't sleep much in the first place. He is used to living on ships where time is a construct to keep people on a schedule of a normal day, and he's always ignored it regardless. He has memorized the ship floor plan very quickly, and peeks into the training room mostly out of a reminder to himself he probably should check this out later. While he is immortal, it doesn't guarantee him this body for eternity, so he does have to try.

He intended to look in and then leave, except he does a full-out double-take when he sees a man in there and steps inside. He is fairly sure most people are asleep right now so he didn't expect to run into many, but oh boy, is he glad he's wrong. Perhaps someone with a sense of shame would look away or secretly look while doing something else, but that is not Jack Harkness. Instead he leans against one of the padded walls with his arms across his chest, enjoying the view as if he's observing a piece of famous artwork. ]

How far are you in your yoga session? Do I have time to go get some popcorn to really enjoy this show, or are you almost done?

[ The interruption at least doesn't seem to disrupt him. There's a little smile on his lips that probably gives away the fact that Jim was very aware he was being watched, but he's not bothered by it in the slightest.

Actually, he shifts positions just so he can jut his butt up in the air. Totally not being a shameless tease on purpose or anything.

Then he shoots the newcomer a glance. ]

Well, you could go grab some popcorn, but you might lose something really exciting while you're gone.

[Newton's in the armory room, mostly because he's here to turn in the gun he'd had for something — a little less dangerous. Last thing he trusts is himself with a gun, considering how... things had gone the last mission. So! Better to just figure things out, find something way less lethal to keep on his hip.

Shuffling through the boring, old weaponry that nobody else seems as keen on taking, he says aha! with relish, tugging his earphone off to let hang around his shoulders as he holds up a very basic taser that you'd find at your local Walmart—

Okay, kidding, he's pretty sure Walmart doesn't carry tasers.

... Do they???

Anyway.

He looks over, observes the new guy's choice in gun, and whistles.]

That thing looks older than the first protozoa soup. Badass-looking, though. Really strong 'this town ain't big enough' vibes, minus the cholera.

New arrivals, ( he tells him over the rim of his coffee, taking a slow sip. That slight furrow of his brow pulls into a quirk at the man's obvious once-over, reminding him almost too keenly of Jim. He ignores it, to stroll across the grass toward him. )

You're now on Ximilia Station. Viveca should have filled you in via your earpiece– ( McCoy lifts his mug as he turns his head, showing his own device ) –and covered most of the bases.

Did you wake up in crew quarters, or the infirmary? I'm a doctor, ( he adds, in a tone he hopes sounds reassuring, ) Dr. McCoy.

She doesn't cry. She never cries. (That's a lie, and they both well know it.) But her laugh sounds suspiciously choked as she settles against his chest, her arms winding around him.

It isn't as if she's been particularly secretive about her fate prior to arriving on the station, or even the circumstances surrounding it, but Jack knows her. Perhaps more than anyone, he's in a position to understand. She'd do it all over again, give her life for the Doctor's. She already had, so many times, in so many different ways. But she would never have chosen the fate she'd been given, to be trapped in another prison, one she had no hope of escaping.

"It was always going to end this way. We both knew it." Her voice keeps its practiced lightness, but she's tucked herself back against him now so she can feel him breathing. "I'd been running toward it my whole life."

So there's a pattern to arrivals. Interesting. Or maybe just in time for what comes next, huh?

(Jack is very cavalier about most things so he simply lifts his own mug back at McCoy as a salute. It's a reasonable strategy, considering the reason they're all here, and that there are probably new needs for backup.)

She did. AI are pretty to the point, although I've met some sassy ones in my day.

(Most of the parts of this experience aren't exactly new to him, but they are adding up to a pretty interesting experience. They're all there for their own reasons though, no one taken by force, and he likes that. Jack doesn't really enjoy being pushed around, unless it's for fun reasons.)

Oh a Doctor. Love a man good with a probe.

(He winks over the rim of his coffee, sipping it, before moving it to his other hand and offering his.)

Captain Jack Harkness. I came in remarkably healthy, Doctor McCoy, but it's sweet of you to ask.

The thing about River and Jack is they're very alike. He is also someone who rarely cries, who would rather laugh off something than feel it, but he also knows that sometimes that kind of pain needs to be addressed. It's okay if she isn't usually able to do that, but it is something he can offer her with a real understanding. He holds her close to him again, kissing the top of her head.

"Maybe so, but that doesn't mean you have to like it." No one gets to choose how they die, not even Jack himself, since each time tends to be different. But it still seems unfair that their opposite timelines meant the Doctor who loved her couldn't be the one with her. Or maybe that was kinder, for him, but not for her. Her fate is sealed.

"But you're here. Right now." Jack pulls back then to look down at her, his hand caressing her cheek. "Breathing and as beautiful as ever." He is not downplaying her fate, he never would. Her grief deserves space. But they are also people who take the time they get.

[ Oh it's so much more fun when the object of his attention plays along. ]

You're right, I can't take that risk.

[ Jack laughs and shrugs out of his long coat, tossing it over a bench. He has a dark blue button-up shirt on and undoes the cuffs, intentionally folding them up to his elbows, all a show of him sitting down and just really getting comfortable with his new task of the morning.

He is such an ass man so this is a treat. He never gets tired of beautiful people, not in thousands of years. ]

I'd challenge you to strip yoga, but alas, it's not something I've ever been good enough at, and I can't even cheat at it.

[ Jim shifts to a new position a little too early, but it's only so he can watch the guy make himself comfortable watching. Indeed, it's such a treat when someone's flirting matches up to his, and he evidently has no issues with being self-conscious or embarrassed about being ogled at like this. ]

Still sounds suspiciously like a challenge, just so you know.

[ And Jim's a dangerous guy to challenge, he hates forfeiting. He'll find a way.

Anyway, getting his ass back up in the air now. Enjoy, buddy. ]

New arrival?

[ Jack laughs and glances over at him, lovingly stroking his fingers over the gun, the barrel, the hilt. It looks similar to his own, although obviously not the exact same. It's too clean and well-made for that, not old and very used like his, but it's familiar enough. ]

It's a Mark IV Webley Revolver, less western and more early 20th-century chic. It was all the rage in 1914.

[ The Great War, one of the wars that Jack popped back onto earth for, for his own reasons, usually. There is something a little old school about his long coat too, although it's contrasted with the high tech device wrapped around his wrist. Jack's usually a mix of old and new, one of those time travel habits.

He looks over at Newt and his gaze goes up and down in a very upfront and curious way. There are few things subtle about Jack. ]

You know, I could probably make you a better taser-adjacent weapon than that. Depending on how lethal you want it.

[ It seems like a strange choice, but Jack doesn't mind rolling with it. Not everyone wants a gun. The Doctor hates guns, he never uses weapons at all, nor do most of his companions. One of the reasons Jack was probably not long for the team, outside of some wonderful guest starring roles. ]

I would only have to win two rounds to get you naked, maybe I should go for it.

[ With those tiny shorts and top. Jack's never had a problem with taking risks, and what's the worst that can happen? He ends up naked instead? Never something he minds. But Jim is putting on a show for him quite obviously, and he is not going to argue. His eyes are enjoying the feast, running over Jim's thighs too and the curve of his back. ]

Very new, otherwise I would have hit on you sooner.

[ It's been like a day and they're ten minutes into a conversation so yeah, it would have to happen immediately. It's been awhile since he saw someone this handsome. He's been in jail too long recently, the Doctor rescue really got in the way of a good time. ]

Captain Jack Harkness. If your face is as beautiful as your ass, I think I'm in love.

[ He hasn't been able to see Jim's face clearly! He's been distracted! ]

It would take absolutely no rounds to get me naked, just for the record.

[ What? He's easy, and he owns it. And he did get enough of a look at Jack's face to decide that he likes what he sees. Wouldn't hurt to see the rest of him, admittedly.

He chuckles at that, stretching out into another pose. Yoga's kind of out the window at this point, he's just having fun getting Jack's eyes fixed on him. ]

Mm, I'd expect as much.

[ Finally, with Jack's last comment, he stands up and turns around to face him, all bright blue eyes and wide, pleased smile. ]

Captain James Kirk. So, what's the verdict? Should I be expecting odes written about my eyes as well as my ass?

There's a subtle tension in her that eases, the impression of being relaxed giving way to actually being relaxed. Maybe because they're so alike. Maybe because he's her oldest (and dearest) friend next to the Doctor. She doesn't need to put up a front, not to protect him or herself.

Her fingers twist in the fabric against his back, and she graces him with a smile. This time, it lights her eyes, faint as it is. "Yes," she agrees, "And with three husbands to keep out of trouble."

Or more likely, to get into trouble with.

Her ending hadn't been fair, it hadn't been her choice, but this is what her back-to-front life has given her.

"I've missed you, Jack."

[He looks over with an owlish expression behind black-rimmed glasses, which he adjusts with a quick shove on the bridge; kind of an anomaly of a standard scientist, this little dude, with his stompy Doc Martens and jewelry and obvious tattoos peaking out from his neckline and jacket cuffs, and while he's not remotely subtle himself, he's too busy being invested in studying the gun like a student being taught proper gun anatomy.]

I'm not really that well-versed on old-timey guns or anything like that; most of my armament work was... y'know. Giant robots. Totally different beasts! But I can appreciate the classics. Can't have a I-19 Plasmacaster without the O.G's!

[He loves the I-19 Plasmacaster. He'd smooch it if he could. Mwah. Chef's kiss.

But at the mention of lethality, he shrinks back, glancing to the taser in his hand with a frown.]

Ahhhh, no, no — this is fine. I'm — this is good. I don't really trust myself with anything too dangerous right now. I just want something that I can use if I absolutely gotta. Just. Y'know. A little. lovebite.

[He makes a zap noise that rattles between his teeth, gesturing at the air with the taser.]

A man after my own heart.

[ Jack pushes off the bench and walks closer because obviously it is very important that he get a good close look at said face before making a decision. He has the type of swagger that goes along with his obvious confidence. He is greeted with one of the most beautiful faces he possibly has ever seen, and for someone who is usually unflappable, he's a little flapped for a moment. ]

Wow.

[ He says and he means it. Those eyes. Dear god. ]

Captain James Kirk.

[ Jack reaches out and cups that beautiful face. He feels he's read the clues very clearly here and he doesn't beat around any bushes. He is giving a few moments here for Jim to decide if it's just teasing, as he steps closer. ]

I will write you anything you damn well want.

[ He leans in and unless Jim stops him, kisses him right then and there. This is not the first or last time that Jack Harkness has exchanged a few words with someone that led directly to a kiss, so. Par for the course.]

Like clockwork. A few more days and we should have our marching orders.

( McCoy's mouth twitches, because Christ, yes, he reminds him of Jim. Early on in their days at the Academy, when he'd unabashedly drop an outrageous line like that with a leer, and inevitably still pull with alarming success.

Two of them. He senses trouble. Still, he gives Jack's hand a firm shake, his fingers curling warm against his bare skin. )

Well, I suppose probes will have to wait then, Captain, ( he remarks in his Dry But Friendly drawl, followed by a straightforward: ) Welcome to Ximilia. If there's anything you need from me, just ask.

You know, that fits, you have that sexy tech genius look to you. But giant robots! Now that sounds fun. How giant are we talking?

[ It's funny, Jack has seen a lot of things in his long life, but not a whole lot of giant robots. Cybermen obviously do not count, they are normal sized. There have been some bigger aliens or structures, but he is picturing an actual robot only ship sized. He thinks that sounds cool. Also Jack dropped the 'sexy tech genius' description without a blink, it's as casually said as everything else.

He notices the man cringing and okay, big robots are good, guns not so much. Interesting. Although he doesn't know a lot of tech geniuses who enjoy shooting people, so that seems to line up. Jack's head tilts curiously at that lack of self-trust, even if Newt isn't being honest about it, he has a real good read on people. There's a story there. ]

Fair enough. Just be sure you know how to use it, or you'll accidentally taze yourself. I'm speaking from experience. The taser was in my pants. Let that sink in.

[ Jack smiles so easily and he can laugh at himself more than anyone else. He thinks the guy seems like he could use some cheering up too, so much nervous energy. ]

I'm Captain Jack Harkness. How about a drink?

[ Jim's all too used to people finding him attractive, and he is very much aware of how he looks. He's even pretty vain about it, and he loves the attention and the compliments, but there's something so honest, stripped of any flourish or teasing in the way that Jack reacts when he sees his face, that Jim can't help the tinge of color to his cheeks as he steps closer.

It lingers there, but it certainly doesn't render him a bashful mess. He huffs out a chuckle, head tilting to encourage the touch, his own hands taking hold of Jack's shirt at his sides.

He's definitely read the clues right (little more than clues, more like blatant hits to the face), and Jim makes absolutely no attempt at pulling away, instead leaning in and parting his lips to return the kiss the instant their mouths slot together. ]

Oh good, I just spent nineteen years stuck in one place, I'm really looking forward to running into trouble again.

( The Doctor is worth it, (s)he's always worth it, but there was not a lot of entertainment during that time. Jack is ready to get back out there. He barely got to fight the Daleks, only blow up their ship last time. It's going to be fun. That's what he's sticking with, it's his can-do attitude.

The shake is given firmly back and it might be right about then that McCoy could start to feel the pheromones if they set in. It mostly just makes Jack smell really good and mildly alluring, nothing too serious, but it's a natural part of being around him. He releases his hand after maybe lingering a second longer, also just being Jack, but his smile never wavers. )

What I need from you, huh?

( He winks, but doesn't actually follow it up with something saucy. For now! )

Actually, I wouldn't mind your advice on what to expect coming up. What have the other quests been about?

[As Jack enters the mess hall Yelena has just settled in with a plate of scrambled eggs and a side of toast. The toast is currently being neglected in favor of her absolutely smothering the eggs with hot sauce.

When he slides into the seat across from her she pauses long enough to glance up at him. She studies him for a couple of seconds as she process whether or not she has ever seen him before. When she concludes she doesn’t recognize him, she speaks:]

Newbie?

[ Jack gets around but his lust for others always comes from a very genuine place. He means every kiss that he gives someone, like now, when he takes Jim's invitation to slide his tongue between his parted lips and explore his mouth thoroughly. God he's missed this, sex in general, but the particular kind of desire that comes from something unexpected and fun.

Jack's hands slide down to grip Jim's ass, on the outside of his tiny shorts because they're too tight for him to finesse a way in (yet), but he does just fine squeezing and tugging him closer to Jack. He presses his body right up against him, he has no hesitation, stopping the kiss only when they need a chance to breathe. ]

Is there a way to lock that door? Or do you not care?

[ Jack's mouth is already travling down Jim's jaw and to the curve of his neck. ]

Edited 2022-06-02 00:57 (UTC)

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