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Title: Life is All Part II: Archival Revival: Chapter 1
Pairing: Jack/Alonso
Word Count: 1,230
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack and Alonso go back to Regis; Jack needs to find someone to fix his Vortex Manipulator.
Warnings: none
A/N: Okay, my proudest part of this is the Part II title. *points up* Look at it! *giggle* It’s brilliant!! Anyway, sorry about how late/short this is. Next week will be…*cough* well, when you read the end of this, you’ll see why things are about to get more awesome/fun.
Jack twirled the vial over his fingers. Over, then under. Over, then under. With each flick the vial would catch the overhead lights, glinting sharply before dulling again in its rotation. To think that within this little, insignificant vial lay the thing that could have saved Ianto. That could have saved…everything. Could have changed everything, that was for damn sure.
“We’re, uh…” Jack turned in his chair, facing Alonso. He stood in the doorway to the small cockpit, fingers pulling at hands nervously. “I mean, how long until we get back to Regis?”
Jack tucked the vial into his breast pocket. He wasn’t planning on letting the cursed little thing out of his sight; not until Ianto was back with him. “Two more hours.”
“Oh. Okay. Good.” Alonso still stood there, hesitance obvious. After his outburst earlier, Alonso had retreated to his room to cool off. Now he was back to being obsequious and polite. It was too bad, really: Jack liked sexy, pissed off Alonso. “Do…” he stopped, paused. Jack waited patiently. Now that he had a plan, now that he had some hope, he felt like he had all the time in the world. No more need to rush or worry; Ianto would come back to him – he would bring Ianto back – and everything would be all right again. Ianto would fix everything, like he always did. “What’s the plan when we get to Regis?”
Now it was Jack’s turn to hesitate. “Well…” his eyes slid down to the controls. He had an hour and a half before he had to adjust the engine burn. “Come on, let’s go to the kitchen. I’m hungry.” He wasn’t, really. He just didn’t need Alonso hovering awkwardly above him while they had this conversation.
They slid into two seats in the cramped kitchen. Their knees bumped under the table, it was so small. As Alonso waited, worry written clearly across his face, Jack took a breath. “Here’s the thing. It’s up to you what you want to do next. I’m gonna try and get in contact with someone from the Time Agency, see if I can’t get my Vortex Manipulator fixed. If not, I’ll just wander around Regis until I luck upon some technical genius who can.” A quick look passed across Alonso’s face. “It’ll work; trust me. Besides, I’ve got time to wait.”
Probably not the best thing to say. Alonso’s expression hardened. “Yeah. Could just wait around until - what was it again, 49th century? - for the agency to form, get it fixed then. Sure you’ll still be pining away for Ianto after all those years.”
Rage flooded Jack’s system. But he stayed still, sitting in his chair, until it subsided. Alonso has every right to be angry, the Welsh-accented voice rebuked him. You’ve treated him like shit: letting my ghost haunt everything you do with him. A few calming breaths, and Jack was able to continue. “Okay, I deserved that, I know. Just listen.” A muscle in Alonso’s jaw jumped, but he stayed silent. “Once I get my Manipulator fixed, I’m gonna jump back to London, Earth, 1941. I’ve got a ship there filled with nanogenes. I just need to avoid myself,” actually was probably going to be a challenge, Jack mused, due to the sheer number of him’s running around in that era, “for long enough to get a jar-full. Then I’m going back to Earth, 2009, get Ianto, give him the antivirus and the nanogenes.”
“Hang on. If you’ve got access to nanogenes, after a fashion, why’d you need the antivirus?”
“Figured the Iucunds manufactured their viruses to counteract the affects of nanogenes. I’ve seen it before in biological weapons: when both sides have nanogenes, your weapons gotta stay a step ahead.” There was a moment of silence, when Jack stared at the floor and Alonso shifted uncomfortably next to him.
“Sorry.” Jack glanced up at Alonso, who was studiously looking away even as he apologized. “About what I said, earlier. Just caught me by surprise, and with all the Ianto talk…”
“It’s alright.” Jack brought his hand up to rest on Alonso’s thigh. “I haven’t been my normal charming self, these past few months.”
He could tell by the set of Alonso’s shoulders that he was debating whether or not to let Jack’s hand stay where it was. Finally he turned to Jack, making eye contact. “Do you think it’s some sort of survivor’s guilt, with you? You got out of the building alive, he didn’t?”
A sharp laugh ripped its way out of Jack’s throat. “Survivor’s guilt?” He paused. “Yeah. Something like that.”
Then Alonso was kissing him, tongue tentatively flicking out to taste his lips. After a moment of shock, Jack opened his mouth, allowing Alonso to deepen the kiss. Alonso abruptly broke the kiss. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I guess now, with Ianto coming back…”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Well…no need to break things off yet. If you wanted to still…” he gestured between the two of them.
“I…I don’t think it’s right.”
Jack blinked. He blinked again. “Oh, okay. I mean, Ianto wouldn’t really mind…” You right bastard, of course I would. I mean, could you go any younger? Look at him: like he still needs nappies. And don’t pull the ‘he’s the same age as you’ garbage: after surviving Canary Wharf and you I might as well be in my nineties. Jack sighed, rolling his eyes. “Okay, well, he might. But I don’t plan on staying celibate for however long this is going to take, and I like you.”
Alonso didn’t seem to know what to do with this information. He stood up and backed away. “Just…just tell me when we get to Regis. I’ll decide about - if I’m going to stick around - then.”
Jack watched Alonso retreat to his bedroom. If the kid did end up sticking around, Jack knew he’d give in eventually. After all, who could resist the charm of Jack Harkness? Especially since Alonso had already experienced it for himself. For the time being, Jack would just watch the stars go by. He pushed himself to his feet and wandered back to the cockpit. Just another hour before he had to adjust the burn.
**
They debarked on Regis in the evening. The light was just starting to dim in the sky, and a veil of pseudo-darkness was beginning to descend. Jack sold the star hopper to the first guy who gave him a price, then slapped his credit chip into Alonso’s hand. “Here. Not like I need the money.”
“But…”
Jack waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. Now, you coming or not?” Jack’s attention was already trained on his wrist strap. He hadn’t sent out a signal yet, but he was already picking up some sort of chronon signature. What the hell?
“I…I think…”
“Why hello there, Jack. Who’s the new eye-candy?”
Both men spun around at the sound of the new voice. Jack’s mouth dropped open, before it twisted up into a grin. Alonso was glancing between the two men rapidly.
“Jack? Jack, who’s that?”
Jack shook his head ruefully, then ran a hand through his hair. “Alonso,” he swept a hand out grandly. “Meet John Hart. Ex-Time Agent.”
John strode over, thumbs tucked into his jeans, swagger in his step. “What, I don’t get to be called Captain anymore?”
Want more? Part II, Chapter 2 over here.
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Date: 2010-05-22 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-22 02:25 am (UTC)While he's probably not really going to apologise, its nice to see Jack feeling some guilt over how he's been treating Allonso. The fact that the little voice in his head sounds like Ianto just makes it all the better.
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Date: 2010-05-22 03:19 am (UTC)Things between Jack and Alonso will get more right as things go along. It'll take some time, but they'll be practically peachy by the time...stuff...happens. *Forgets sometimes to not give away entire plot in comments*
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Date: 2010-05-22 02:56 am (UTC)*curses RL and all its complications*
*goes back to beginning of fic and starts reading*
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Date: 2010-05-22 03:20 am (UTC)Still, yay!!! I'm glad I grabbed your interest! Go forth, read the other sections! And tune in every Friday for more ^.^
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Date: 2010-05-22 04:42 am (UTC)*cough*
Interesting notion. I shall not comment.
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You'll just have to keep reading to see how the relationships all turn out :P
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Date: 2010-05-22 05:03 am (UTC)I love the Ianto conscience! Jack is still being such a jerk though. He doesn't plan on staying celibate and ...who could resist the charm of Jack Harkness? Especially since Alonso had already experienced it for himself... Don't think too much of yourself, huh Jack? :P I'm with unrequited1984: John probably would be healthier for Alonso. In fact, I'm feeling like Ianto deserves better too.
Looking forward to the next fix-it friday!
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Date: 2010-05-24 07:09 pm (UTC)Keep reading ~.^
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Date: 2010-05-24 05:54 pm (UTC)Yay Captain Hart is back in jeans!
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Date: 2010-05-24 07:09 pm (UTC)But yes ^.^
Also, LOVE the icon.
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Date: 2010-07-04 02:52 am (UTC)OKAY, YOU WIN. I cannot wait to read these three interacting! Moving on to the next part now :)
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Date: 2010-07-04 12:42 pm (UTC)I can't resist the allure of adding Hart in. I mean, come *on*. It's James freaking Marsters! *nom nom nom*