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51stcenturyfoxTitle: Excalibur, Week 1
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Pairing: Jack Harkness/John Hart
Rating: R for cursin' only
Wordcount: ~430
Warnings: Language. And it's Jack and John - therefore, silly.
Notes/Summary: Sequel to Rude Introduction. In my TimeAgentVerse, Jack’s real name is Jack, and John Hart’s real name is…John Hart. What else am I going to call them, the omnisexual Hope and Crosby? Even though they totally are.
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Could be worse, Jack thought on the second night of the mission. At least it's a system with multiple concurrent life forms in this time period. And drinks.Typical easy first assignment. We blend in. Sort of.
Deep in conversation with (and surreptitiously recording) an unclassified humanoid subject, he didn't see his partner leave the bar.
*
The door slammed and Jack looked up.
"Why, it's John Hart, home already, and it's not even daybreak."
"You waste far too much time on charming chat-up, Jack. I get down to business."
"Actually, I was doing what we're supposed to. You know, surreptitious recon? Interviews?"
“You told him you were writing a Lonely Planets guide, didn’t you?”
“Well,” Jack said, “it worked. Where the hell have you been?”
John leaned back to plant the back of one boot against the wall, crossed his arms and threw his fellow Time Agent a very dirty smile.
"You got lucky?" Jack laughed.
"This is me, beautiful. Luck is not a factor," John said.
"Point. Who with?"
"Kurmakan beauty and her bloke as a bonus. Bet you didn't know they come in pairs. They actually do literally come in pairs, you know."
"John."
"They also have extraordinarily long tongues. Well, I'm not sure tongues is the right word. Oral appendages, maybe?" John looked up and rubbed his chin.
"Like Ood?"
"No," John said, decisively. "Ood are completely asexual. And all they do is wander about harmonizing all the bloody time. What's that all about? Plus they've only got the one free hand. I’d have to be pretty desperate. In fact…"
"John!"
"Jealous?"
"Ummm," Jack considered the idea seriously, then grinned at his partner, shaking his head. "No, but... first, we are not supposed to interact with the locals like… that. It’s too risky. Second, Kurmakan are translucent."
"So what?"
"How can you... do it while looking at internal organs? You can see their food being digested," Jack made a face.
"You can't if you put the lights out, genius."
Jack shook his head.
John continued, "I'd prefer you but you're not always up for it, are you, Joyless?"
"Fuck off."
"All work and no play makes..."
"And I say again, fuck off."
"Anyway. Who says I wasn't on the job? I recorded everything. Wanna see?"
“Uh, I'll pass, thanks.”
John, being John, didn’t listen. He activated his wrist strap and projected an intricate image of a keyed map. “See? I did recon. Walked the whole damned settlement. In the dark, I might add. Man of action, me.”
“So you didn’t get lucky.”
“Do I look like the sort who pops a protein pill when he has a hot six course meal waiting at home?”
“Point.”
*
More Time Agent adventures here:
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Pairing: Jack Harkness/John Hart
Rating: R for cursin' only
Wordcount: ~430
Warnings: Language. And it's Jack and John - therefore, silly.
Notes/Summary: Sequel to Rude Introduction. In my TimeAgentVerse, Jack’s real name is Jack, and John Hart’s real name is…John Hart. What else am I going to call them, the omnisexual Hope and Crosby? Even though they totally are.
click for plain text on a white background
Could be worse, Jack thought on the second night of the mission. At least it's a system with multiple concurrent life forms in this time period. And drinks.Typical easy first assignment. We blend in. Sort of.
Deep in conversation with (and surreptitiously recording) an unclassified humanoid subject, he didn't see his partner leave the bar.
*
The door slammed and Jack looked up.
"Why, it's John Hart, home already, and it's not even daybreak."
"You waste far too much time on charming chat-up, Jack. I get down to business."
"Actually, I was doing what we're supposed to. You know, surreptitious recon? Interviews?"
“You told him you were writing a Lonely Planets guide, didn’t you?”
“Well,” Jack said, “it worked. Where the hell have you been?”
John leaned back to plant the back of one boot against the wall, crossed his arms and threw his fellow Time Agent a very dirty smile.
"You got lucky?" Jack laughed.
"This is me, beautiful. Luck is not a factor," John said.
"Point. Who with?"
"Kurmakan beauty and her bloke as a bonus. Bet you didn't know they come in pairs. They actually do literally come in pairs, you know."
"John."
"They also have extraordinarily long tongues. Well, I'm not sure tongues is the right word. Oral appendages, maybe?" John looked up and rubbed his chin.
"Like Ood?"
"No," John said, decisively. "Ood are completely asexual. And all they do is wander about harmonizing all the bloody time. What's that all about? Plus they've only got the one free hand. I’d have to be pretty desperate. In fact…"
"John!"
"Jealous?"
"Ummm," Jack considered the idea seriously, then grinned at his partner, shaking his head. "No, but... first, we are not supposed to interact with the locals like… that. It’s too risky. Second, Kurmakan are translucent."
"So what?"
"How can you... do it while looking at internal organs? You can see their food being digested," Jack made a face.
"You can't if you put the lights out, genius."
Jack shook his head.
John continued, "I'd prefer you but you're not always up for it, are you, Joyless?"
"Fuck off."
"All work and no play makes..."
"And I say again, fuck off."
"Anyway. Who says I wasn't on the job? I recorded everything. Wanna see?"
“Uh, I'll pass, thanks.”
John, being John, didn’t listen. He activated his wrist strap and projected an intricate image of a keyed map. “See? I did recon. Walked the whole damned settlement. In the dark, I might add. Man of action, me.”
“So you didn’t get lucky.”
“Do I look like the sort who pops a protein pill when he has a hot six course meal waiting at home?”
“Point.”
*
More Time Agent adventures here: