Captain Jack Harkness (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} time_after_time) wrote,@ 2008-12-31 22:51:00 |
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Cards
There's a piece of mail that Jack has been considering for awhile— taking out, pondering, putting away again, taking back out, debating with himself how to respond.
If he'll respond isn't the problem; of course he'll respond. But how? That's harder.
What's he supposed to say? It's been half a year since they talked, and that was only once and over the phone. Only once since the Captain had suggested they just be friends and take it from there, and it took a month after that to even talk over the phone. Jack had tried going to the pub when it opened, seeing if they'd finally get to talk again, but it hadn't happened. The Captain had barely looked at him, and then Jack was really just assuming that maybe the Captain had looked his away because it wasn't eye contact. And he just... gave up, really. Defense mechanism, maybe, staying away since the Captain hadn't tried to see or talk to him and Jack figured he should just let the Captain get on with his new life instead of trying to be part of it. Better to get on with the work of getting over the Captain since apparently they weren't going to stay friends, so with there being little sense in holding out hope of friendship, there was even less sense in hoping for more.
But then the card, like the Captain actually had been expecting to see him around and did worry about why he wasn't there. It left Jack very, very confused.
He'd already lost the Captain once, after all, the death that he couldn't prevent yet turned out to not really be death since the Captain ended up in Margate instead. Losing the Captain again while still alive was in some ways easier since Jack had already done his mourning awhile ago, and at least this still left some possibilities, unlike death. But Jack had had to get over him and get on with his own life, too. At least, he thought he was mostly over him. It still hurt.
He really can't figure out much to say or how to say it after the months of silence, so he keeps it very brief and sends it along to the provided address.
There's a piece of mail that Jack has been considering for awhile— taking out, pondering, putting away again, taking back out, debating with himself how to respond.
"I haven't seen you around the pub lately. Everything okay?
-J"
If he'll respond isn't the problem; of course he'll respond. But how? That's harder.
What's he supposed to say? It's been half a year since they talked, and that was only once and over the phone. Only once since the Captain had suggested they just be friends and take it from there, and it took a month after that to even talk over the phone. Jack had tried going to the pub when it opened, seeing if they'd finally get to talk again, but it hadn't happened. The Captain had barely looked at him, and then Jack was really just assuming that maybe the Captain had looked his away because it wasn't eye contact. And he just... gave up, really. Defense mechanism, maybe, staying away since the Captain hadn't tried to see or talk to him and Jack figured he should just let the Captain get on with his new life instead of trying to be part of it. Better to get on with the work of getting over the Captain since apparently they weren't going to stay friends, so with there being little sense in holding out hope of friendship, there was even less sense in hoping for more.
But then the card, like the Captain actually had been expecting to see him around and did worry about why he wasn't there. It left Jack very, very confused.
He'd already lost the Captain once, after all, the death that he couldn't prevent yet turned out to not really be death since the Captain ended up in Margate instead. Losing the Captain again while still alive was in some ways easier since Jack had already done his mourning awhile ago, and at least this still left some possibilities, unlike death. But Jack had had to get over him and get on with his own life, too. At least, he thought he was mostly over him. It still hurt.
He really can't figure out much to say or how to say it after the months of silence, so he keeps it very brief and sends it along to the provided address.
- "Hi. I'm not much for pubs since Victoria's time. Most things okay, some not. You?
— CJH"