Jack had gone through military training, and the four years of academy required for the Time Agency. He knew tactics, and he knew about crowds and group mentality. Ripley was right, this was war. Daniel was making a sound military decision. He rather hoped the man had a way of implanting tracking devices. It would make the idea all the better. Besides, he wasn't advocating letting the real monsters go.
That Rom guy should never get out to play his twisted little mind games.
Rose was angry, defiant and disappointed. But she was a smart girl and would see the sense in this given some time. Besides, it was very personal to her. She needed time to cool off and think without her gut reaction being involved. He met her glare unflinching. Because he had faith she'd come around, and because his own conviction was as strong.
Things moved forward a bit more when Rose went down.
People crowded, they always did. Wheather it was a need to try and 'do something' or out of train wreck curiosity, it made getting to Rose damn difficult.
"Let me through." He pushed someone, just a bit, to get in there, but House was already on the case and Blaise, bless him, had Rose in his arms and was heading for the medical lab.
She was having another attack, she could die. May better get the Doctor. How much did House really know about what was happening to Rose? Could he grasp it?
"No. Death is not imminent.” River leaned over and looked at Jack, her brown eyes locking with his blue. His own widened for a fraction of a second before he brushed it off. River continued, "Lost. Find the breadcrumbs home. New pathways, open and flooding. Flooding and drowning. She swallowed up the sun and some of the fire remains. Lets her see as it blinds.”
"Do you know what's happening to her?" Jack spun and took River by the arms. She didn't tense, and he wasn't being rough.
"She's becoming." River half whispered.
"Becoming? Becoming what?" He was feeling rather desperate right now.
"What she was meant to be. Time abhorres a vacuum. There's a balanve, and one of the tools was taken out of the equasion, till only a fragment remains. A loose screw. She will help rebuild. She made herself. And now the wolf is huffing and puffing to make the house of bricks."
"River, honey, you know I like you, right?" Jack smiled.
River beamed at him.
"But you're totally off your nut." He left her there to follow after House.
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Date: 2006-10-19 11:33 pm (UTC)That Rom guy should never get out to play his twisted little mind games.
Rose was angry, defiant and disappointed. But she was a smart girl and would see the sense in this given some time. Besides, it was very personal to her. She needed time to cool off and think without her gut reaction being involved. He met her glare unflinching. Because he had faith she'd come around, and because his own conviction was as strong.
Things moved forward a bit more when Rose went down.
People crowded, they always did. Wheather it was a need to try and 'do something' or out of train wreck curiosity, it made getting to Rose damn difficult.
"Let me through." He pushed someone, just a bit, to get in there, but House was already on the case and Blaise, bless him, had Rose in his arms and was heading for the medical lab.
She was having another attack, she could die. May better get the Doctor. How much did House really know about what was happening to Rose? Could he grasp it?
"No. Death is not imminent.” River leaned over and looked at Jack, her brown eyes locking with his blue. His own widened for a fraction of a second before he brushed it off. River continued, "Lost. Find the breadcrumbs home. New pathways, open and flooding. Flooding and drowning. She swallowed up the sun and some of the fire remains. Lets her see as it blinds.”
"Do you know what's happening to her?" Jack spun and took River by the arms. She didn't tense, and he wasn't being rough.
"She's becoming." River half whispered.
"Becoming? Becoming what?" He was feeling rather desperate right now.
"What she was meant to be. Time abhorres a vacuum. There's a balanve, and one of the tools was taken out of the equasion, till only a fragment remains. A loose screw. She will help rebuild. She made herself. And now the wolf is huffing and puffing to make the house of bricks."
"River, honey, you know I like you, right?" Jack smiled.
River beamed at him.
"But you're totally off your nut." He left her there to follow after House.