12- Nevere quite another like it

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, this time with all of Torchwood's shooting range. He's wearing the standard goggles and muflers, and besides him is a small table. On it are several different types of guns, including a Contemporary Polish WIST-94, a Taurus PT145 .45 ACP pistol, and an Enfield Mk II Revolver. All the guns have obviously been customized and  bear either the Torchwood symbol like the mufflers, or have 'TORCHWOOD' printed on the side.

He shoots each one in turn, almost always hitting the center of the target, arm steady and position very nearly perfect. With each shot fired, however, he looks increasingly annoyed, slamming the last gun down on the table angrily as he mutters darkly under his breath]

Comments

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised you of all people would say that about my immortality.

Better than just running with my tail between my legs.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[a slight shrug] I won't deny it feels wrong, Jack, but that's hardly your fault, and there's certainly a bright side.

And walking away with your head held high?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Let's hope that I still see the bright side a thousand years from now.

That tends to be hard to do when half your face has been melted off by molten metal.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

You might.

He can't hurt you now, Jack.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I just might.

You make it sound like I'm afraid of him.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Wary, at the least.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Doesn't mean I'm scared of him.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Yet you still give him power over you.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't reply, because he has nothing to say to this]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[gently squeezes his hand] He doesn't need to matter to you, Jack.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

He's here.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

In a place you can leave with a thought. Quite unable to reach the life you lead. [pause] Unless your realities begin to merge - that will happen, if one grows too attached to another. Loathing does count.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And he's looking at Five now, because he wasn't aware of that part] Loathing counts?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[a slight nod] It's a powerful emotion.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And for a moment, Jack looks worried, almost...scared? He hides it well, though]So if we spent enough time together, regardless of what happened...?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[sees what you did thar :| but does not let on obvs] Your world would begin to connect to his, and I've no idea if it's reversible.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

That can't happen! He can't have access to the Hub or anywhere else in the city.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Further reason not to associate with him, I should think.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Like I told Misaki; I'm not going to drop from the Plane every time I see him.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Because I'm not giving him the satisfaction of making me run away!

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[a slight narrowing of his eyes, a raising of his voice] Instead you'll give him the satisfaction of compromising your team because of your own foolish pride?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[glares, hands clenching again] There has to be another damn option, because I am not his property, and he needs to understand that!

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Why? Why does it matter what he understands?

He's a ruined man, Jack. [his voice might break in that, just the slightest bit]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Because it does! I spent a year being helpless and letting he do what he pleased, I'm going through that again!