Down by the docks, Thursday early afternoon

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

After class, Jack had started walking. And thinking - something he'd been doing precious little of over the last few days - about Sam's future, about River's dreams, about why Rose acted like she knew him.

Absolutely zero attention was being paid to his surroundings as he wandered across the docks to look out over the water.

Comments

[fh_extras]

A chill breeze drifted over the water, and shadows licked at Jack's legs and back.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack shivered, feeling something strange creeping over his skin, something cold. It distracted him from his distraction and he looked down, eyes widening as he saw shadows.

He did a little hopping dance, trying to shake them off.

[fh_extras]

The shadows clung more tightly, wrapping themselves around him to feed. They slowly, slowly, climbed up his body.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

The dance turned into a scramble, and as the cold intensified - it hurt - became a graceless fall as Jack hit the ground, scrabbling backwards in a frantic attempt to get away.

[fh_extras]

The shadows paused, near-sated, and for a moment Jack might think he had gotten away. But soon they were upon him again, with a touch that was almost a cold caress.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

It was too strange, too disturbing because it was almost familiar, almost sensual. He shuddered and tried to get to his feet, making it as far as his knees before he had to stop, drained and weak and so cold his bones ached.

[fh_extras]

Much more quickly than they had come, the shadows whirled away, pausing for a fast final nibble at Jack's shoes before moving away over the water again.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"What the hell..." Jack stared after them, breathing hard and shivering. When he finally managed to haul himself to his feet he didn't think he was going to stay there, but after several long minutes, he felt steady enough to walk.

He was still cold, though. And he still felt weak.