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[would respond, but he's too busy laughing at the mental picture of a sparkle-covered Brigadier]

[the Brigadier finds absolutely no amusement in this, and he's just staring at you, Jack. though, really, why does this happen to him so often? really, you'd think the jab about painting his toenails would have been enough for the universe]

[give him a few more moments and...there, he's done laughing now]

I fail to see how that was funny, Harkness.

I guess you would, since it's your blood....

Nobody put glitter in it.

Still looks like it, though.

[the Brigadier sighs] ...I'll give you that, though I'd rather like if you could focus on something other than how it's sparkly.

It's very slow morning Brigadier, and now that the wound's been patched up, there aren't any pressing issues at the moment not until we figure out what to do with this information.

The Doctor - the fifth - actually ran a few tests on it a bit back, though I'll be damned if he couldn't say it all in plain english.

Did he seemed at all worried by the results?

I think he was more concerned over the fact I had gotten killed than anything. Not to mention I have trouble reading him sometimes.

Can't really blame him for that. How did you get killed?

I'll ask him when I see him.

[pause] Diva - that vampire on the plane. Hand right through the chest.

[Jack winces, because he remembers how that felt] Not the most pleasant experience, having a hand wrapped around your heart.

I don't think she went for the heart. She just put her hand through one side and out the other. [he nods a bit]

[Jack hesitates a moment before asking his next question] Did she make it a quick death?

...No. I was conscious the entire time, it was a combination of shock and bloodloss that did it.

[Jack places his hand on the Brigadier's shoulder and gives it a soft squeeze, because what can you respond to that?]

[the Brig weakly shrugs] Don't worry, Harkness. I'm fine. Dying is something you come to expect in my line of work.

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Knowing it's coming doesn't really make it all that easier to deal with when it does.

[he laughs a bit] Prepared for death, but not for living.

[Jack chuckles at this] I'm guessing the life-after-death bit came as a bit of a surprise.

How are you doing with that, Brigadier?

Indeed. After all, if you die, not much you can complain about. You're dead.

I'm doing fine. I've got things to tend to and as long as I'm still alive, I have a duty I need to uphold. No time for introspection.

Come back to life, however, and now you have a new set of problems.

No time, but is there a need for one?