Hello folks, sorry for the unforgivable wait. I AM lazy. And there were just so many ways to write this. But it does look like some of you are going to get a little something special.
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Harry's eyes sluggishly opened, the morning light pushing through the window shades. The not-quite Time Lord mumble-groaned and picked himself up off Jack's couch.
Harry flipped open the mobile phone - he was still getting used to the advanced tech that Torchwood was throwing at him everyday.
Strange rift activity near the bay, get there quick.
It was Alex. Harry typed as quick as possible, still not used to the small keys. .
OK, be there in 20. Jack still hasn't woken up.
Padding quietly to the other side of the apartment Harry unceremoniously banged on Jack's bedroom door after no response Harry swiftly charged through, not caring what he found on the other side. Knowing Jack.
Boundaries for the wizard and immortal were flimsy. Jack liked to touch and while Harry had threatened bodily harm several times it never fazed the man. And the one time Harry did follow through, pinning Jack against a wall, wrist twisted oddly against the Time Agents back. Well that only made Jack more persistent.
After that they had fallen into a kind of Arrangement. While Harry was not quite human and Jack still didn't know the answer it was agreed that Harry should stay within arms (touching) distance. Harry honestly thought that Jack's investigatory methods had something to be desired, but beggars can't be choosers.
Marching into the small bedroom, Harry headed straight for the blinds and yanked them open. Jack didn't even moan in protest, which meant. Damn.
"Damnit, Jack! Don't you have any self control." Harry immediately jumped across the room, face set into a grim line.
Harry laid a steady palm against Jack's still chest, it was cold to the touch. So he'd been dead for a few hours by now. Harry gritted his teeth, cursing the damn immortals name to hell and back. Why he put him in these situations was unfathomable.
Keeping his hand on Jack's bare chest, Harry gripped the knife and pulled. Immediately Jack gasped pulling in greedy gulps of air.
Harry didn't bother staying around for the rest. He had a shower to take, and taking care of Jack's little 'problem' was enough for the day.
Jack knuckles whitened again, as he gripped the wheel. And then almost on cue his jaw tensed and eyes squinted as he looked into the rearview mirror.
His lips parted.
Shit, here it comes.
"Listen - "
"Don't Jack, it's not a problem. Just next time don't make me pull the bloody knife out of your chest."
Harry honestly was quite sick of this routine. Pull the death-thingy out of whatever new orifice Jack had managed to create and then wait for the guilt to build and Jack to profusely apologize.
Harry didn't need apologies it didn't bother him, he'd seen plenty of death. Granted it wasn't by said persons own will, and they usually stayed dead. Jack Harkness was cursed with life, he couldn't escape it. While Voldemort threatened to destroy the wizarding world just to live forever, Jack tries every day just to destroy himself.
It was a frightening parallel. One he didn't want to think on.
The SUV skidded to halt right outside of the bay area, salty air immediately hit Harry's nose. The scent wasn't so strong as to make him cringe, but it was soothing. Like those scented candles. Yet, there was something more to the scent, something more edgier, that if it had been more, would have made him cringe.
The both stepped out of the SUV, already on guard, watching the harbour. Jack already had his mobile out.
"Alex there's nothing here."
Sighing Harry leaned against the SUV, Jack hated getting sent on wild goose chases. This would be awhile.
Closing his, dark lashes brushing against the apple his cheeks Harry inhaled and listened, listened to the sound of the ocean, the hum of Jack's life energy, the pop and crackle of the SUV cooling. He listened to everything, to life.
He felt the salty air, brush against his cheeks. This, this was life. Not, chasing weird alien experiments. No, life was sitting and experiencing, possibly more.
Harry smiled and then jolted when he felt lips take his. Harry's eyes shot open, shocked and frozen in place he could only stare at Jack. His chocolate brown eyes watching him, inches from his own. Harry could only wonder what Jack saw, he gulped still frozen.
Then Jack smirked into his mouth and then sauntered back to the SUV, starting it up.
"The rift activity was bogus. I told Alex it was unnecessary to run pell mell at every little fluctuation. Wastes resources, Torchwood One's already on our asses."
Jack talked but Harry only heard half of it. He could still feel Jack's soft lips - yes, they were soft he could still feel it, like they were still there. He didn't even know why Jack had kissed him, the immortal was always tactile but, never intimate.
Was that intimacy. Maybe what Jack considered intimate, wasn't the same for Harry. It could have been more of the same.
The lift screeched the entire way down making the ride incredibly awkward. Jack rocked back on his heels, his hands shoved in his pockets. Harry could only stare at the rusting corner of the rickety lift.
The lift door finally screeched open, and it was like death all over again. The entire Torchwood team lay dead, shot in the chest.
Jack's gun was already drawn, face stern, no room for emotion. Harry took out his blaster although he'd have felt more comfortable with his wand, but Jack took that away, thinking it was alien tech.
They turned the corner, both of them still on alert. Jack lips parted as he saw what was on the other side first.
"Alex, are you okay? Who did this?"
Harry couldn't see Alex's face but he could tell there was something wrong with the scenario. Why would the killer kill everyone else but not Alex? What really happened here?
Alex turned looking at Jack and Harry now, his face was haunted, defeated. He was holding a blaster in his hand. Jack tightened the grip on his blaster.
Jack repeated his question. Alex nodded, he seemed...lost.
"Right, sorry Jack. It was me Jack. I shot them."
Harry opened his mouth hardly thinking. He had to know.
"A gift Mr. Potter. Life isn't forever, not everyone is like you and Jack here. So, I decided to give it to them sooner rather than later. The end is coming."
Harry couldn't believe it this man was out of his mind. Being afraid of the living to the end of your time is no excuse to kill everyone you know. It enraged him, it was all he could do not to - to.
He hadn't even noticed. Alex was already turning the gun on himself, the barrel set firmly in his mouth.
"Goodbye Misters Harkness...Potter."
Jack yelled, before he spun around. It was too late though and the blaster went off showering Harry in crimson.