Saturday Night at the TARDIS

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Once the Doctor is asleep, CJ realizes she has a problem. Perhaps a big problem. She is starving and has no clothes.

But then she has an idea.

Quietly and carefully she opens the closet and pulls out one of his shirts and puts it on. It fits her, but is snug in spots. She crosses to the dresser and finds a pair of boxers...pants, he calls them. She smiles and looks over at him sleeping.

Dressed, she quietly opens the door and walks out to find food. mparker16 is sleeping on a couch, and CJ looks around for the others. She wanders, trying to find a kitchen-type room.

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(OOC: We will be here momentarily. *g*)

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack manages to find his way into the... Time Machine. He wanders around for a bit and passes a sleeping Parker on a couch.

"Anyone around here awake?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Jack...hi! Come in!

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Hey Professer. How're you holding up?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Smiles wide, a wild look in her eyes*

I'm great!

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Heh. I know that look, you shot something didn't you?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Mmm-hmm. I am.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Smiles*

Hi Beka!

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Heya. How's the Doctor's shoulder? *beat* How are you? *smiles*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

It's sore. He's cut up too. But he's sleeping.

I, on the other hand, am great...

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Hey yourself.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*"Hey"'s self*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::still leaning on Beka for support::

Hey... you look awfully familiar... we've met, right?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

I... think so? Once. Somehow.

Jack *Puts out hand* nice to meet ya.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Gratified by Jack's trust, Beka makes a last check around the Doctor's place. In itself, it should be secure. They were warned to touch none of the mechanicals, so that probably means there's a good system in place.

The town and the dorms are another matter. Jack probably didn't intend for her watch to include the dorms, and his won't, but he doesn't have Ghost.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Four hours later, almost to the minute, Beka returns to the TARDIS. Parker is still asleep on the couch. CJ is presumably with the Doctor.

Jack is stretched out on another couch, wearing next to nothing. Another time she might've enjoyed the view. Now, she was just tired and it was his watch.

"Jack. Your watch." She didn't wait for him to respond before she took his cue and stripped out of her sticky leather.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack takes a moment to enjoy the view before he sits up. He's really not looking forward to slipping back into his BDU's, but then again it wouldn't be smart to walk around town in just his boxers. The police might not appreciate it.

"Go ahead and take the couch, I kept it warm for you." Jack makes his way to the bathroom to piss and dress and then he's out the door with his P90.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka enjoys the play of muscles over the way-too-young Colonel's back and thighs as he walks away. She settles into the couch, and pulls the blanket over her. Warmed by his body heat, it's comfortable and comforting.

It doesn't take but seconds for Beka to drift off to a place where there are no zombies. At all.

Retrograde 4hrs FH Time

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[OOC: The following takes place right before the above thread but is, in fact, posted after because Jack-Mun is lazy and tired and forgot to do it.]

Jack's tired. Incredibly so in fact, he needs a shower but he can't bring himself to get up and walk. He needs to be drunk, it is a vital neccessity at the moment, but his throat is raw from screaming for two days straight with no sleep and little water so he's had to very weak beers. He needs to sleep.

That one he can do. But he doesn't want to get debris all over the Doctor's couch, there's already blood and bits all over the floor and even though he's been sitting on the carpet with no problem there's something different about the couch.

Jack's hat and goggles are already on the table, they were gone as soon as he came in, even before he sat down. Jack pulls his shirt out of his pants and over his head, he makes sure it comes off completely inside out so that he can set it down clean-side out. He can feel the blood and pieces of wet flesh slide over his face and hands and he resists the urge to gag. Next come the boots, laces half-undone. He sticks his socks in his boots and places them under the table.

When he stands up he can feel the luke-warm squish of the carpet underneath him and hopes he doesn't step on any bone. He pulls off his pants and it's harder to keep them inside out so he nearly falls a few times. Eventually he gives up on neetness and balls them up on the table.

Jack lays down on the couch and turns on the radio (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_radio/3855.html) and is asleep before the news starts.

1100hrs FH Time (Jack returns from patrol)

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack is tired. Very tired and very hungry and will never ever threaten to eat somebodies brain again. Okay for a few days at least.

Jack walks back into the TARDIS again and is quiet because there are probably people still asleep. He walks into the makeshift bedroom and notices the hopefully Beka-shaped form on a couch under a blanket. If he werent back in his BDU's he'd probably sit on her for a wake-up.

...

It's probably a good thing he's in his BDU's.

"Beka?" He knows better than to touch a soldier when they're sleeping. "Beka? C'mon, wakey-wakey."

Re: 1100hrs FH Time (Jack returns from patrol)

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka wakes to the sound of quiet feet. Her heart trip-hammers. Fuck this sleeping in other people's spaces. Then she hears Beka? C'mon, wakey-wakey.

She smiles. Jack.

The covers slide back over her head and almost off her before she remembers she's naked. "Hey. All clear out there?"

Re: 1100hrs FH Time (Jack returns from patrol)

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack smiles when he sees her. Damn.

"I guess that depends on your definition. People are allready starting to clean-up the... parts from last night. You can see where the Library People have been though because there are these gross little puddles of stew everywhere.

It'd be kinda cool if it didn't look like zombie vomit. Aaand I think I've just made myself sick. Hungry?"

Re: 1100hrs FH Time (Jack returns from patrol)

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

He's smiling like men do when they like what they see. Nice. Fair enough, too, since she appreciated the view plenty when he stripped down last night.

Jack's talking about zombie parts and she's trying not to listen, because...yuck, but... She sighs. "Not so much with the hungry after that, no." Beka makes a sick face.

"I could probably eat, though. You asking me to breakfast, Colonel?" She winks and sits up, nonchalantly holding the blanket at her breasts.

Re: 1100hrs FH Time (Jack returns from patrol)

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack feels somewhat like a dirty old man when he stares at Beka. Not enough to make him stop of course, but enough to make him aware of it.

"Sorry, forget that oher people... aren't always used to things like that."

"I could probably eat, though. You asking me to breakfast, Colonel?" She winks and sits up, nonchalantly holding the blanket at her breasts.

Jack has a moment of complete and utter blankness. And then he recovers.

"...Huh? Oh breakfast. Right yeah, with the... eating and. Stuff." Jack hates this teenange crap the first time around, if possible he hates it even more now.



[OOC: This is actually helping my writing a bit. Huh. Kooky.]