Prejudiced
Summary: M.S. to the engine room talk, Utopia.


"In the end, I got the message: I'm the man who can never die. And all that time, you knew."

"It's why I left you behind. It's not easy, even just…Just looking at you Jack, 'cause you're wrong."

It's not a simple as he makes it sound. While the rest of the universe ebbs and flows like a constant tide, always moving and always changing, Jack is forever still, and it hurts. It takes effort to focus on him without cringing away. Like the Void ship, his vision just wants to roll, wants to slip the unease and discomfort that bubbles underneath his consciousness at being in the presence of the anomaly.

It's an anomaly he has to fix, but it's one he doesn't want to. Jack is Charley all over again, and he remembers, for a time, it was just as hard to look at her. Though her trace in the time continuum didn't quiver on the edge, unable to move either back or fourth, blurring his existence, and it's why he had to leave the Captain behind.

He couldn't do it to Charley. Jack was no different. Even as he soaks in radiation, straining with the stiffness of the clamps, his figure is still blurred, ever so slightly, the disturbance registering on one of his more obscure senses.

He'd get used to it.

"So what you're saying is that you're prejudiced?"

"I never thought of it like that."

"Shame on you."

"Yeah."