[George] The Hunter Hunted
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crossing_lostrpWho: George
Where: Medical Facility, in the hallway (initially); George's room
When: Day 23, Afternoon (initially); after dinner
Invited: Captain Jack Harkness
Status: Complete
"Hey, Capt--Jack," George said, ducking into the hallway in pursuit of him. (What am I doing?)
Jack stopped and turned around. "Hey--George! What's up?" He lit up with that disarming smile of his. His eyes raked George with the same cheerful lechery he brought to every conversation with, well--everybody, as far as George could tell.
George was on the verge of saying "Nothing," but she didn't. "I," she said, "uh." Jack's eyebrow starting drifting upward and his grin got even wider.
(Think of something!) George told herself. "You, uh, you traveled with the Doctor and Rose, right?"
"Briefly," Jack said.
"Yeah," George said. She felt herself wilting under Jack's gaze. "...huh."
"Is there something you wanted, George?" Jack asked. Christ, he was enjoying this. That damn grin, which had seemed charming a moment ago, was beginning to get on her nerves. George narrowed her eyes. Jack's eyes practically danced.
"Did you ever d-do it," George asked, wincing at her verbal stumble but pushing on, "with--" but there her courage gave out.
Jack had the temerity to look scandalized, if only for effect. "With Rose? Or the Doctor? Both? One at a time or both together? Is that what you're asking?" He stepped a little closer, crowding George just a little. "I'm given to understand that in this time and place--well, the time and place you usually inhabit, not this island--a gentlemen doesn't kiss and tell."
He grinned again and George felt her anger rising. That was good. Anger was good. Empowering. She could work with that.
"But I'm no gentleman, so--not a problem," Jack continued. "Still, you need to be more specific if you want useful answers. What exactly do you want to know, George?"
"What do I want to know?" George demanded. This time she moved forward, invading his personal space. She pointed him fiercely in the chest with her forefinger. "I'll tell you what I want to know," she said, pushing with her finger.
Jack took a step back and George moved with him, crowding him. "You talk a good game," George said, edging forward. Jack stepped back, and bumped against the corridor wall. George didn't give herself time to think about it; she stepped forward again, pressing herself against him. "Question is," George said, meeting his gaze, "are you all talk, or what?"
Where: Medical Facility, in the hallway (initially); George's room
When: Day 23, Afternoon (initially); after dinner
Invited: Captain Jack Harkness
Status: Complete
"Hey, Capt--Jack," George said, ducking into the hallway in pursuit of him. (What am I doing?)
Jack stopped and turned around. "Hey--George! What's up?" He lit up with that disarming smile of his. His eyes raked George with the same cheerful lechery he brought to every conversation with, well--everybody, as far as George could tell.
George was on the verge of saying "Nothing," but she didn't. "I," she said, "uh." Jack's eyebrow starting drifting upward and his grin got even wider.
(Think of something!) George told herself. "You, uh, you traveled with the Doctor and Rose, right?"
"Briefly," Jack said.
"Yeah," George said. She felt herself wilting under Jack's gaze. "...huh."
"Is there something you wanted, George?" Jack asked. Christ, he was enjoying this. That damn grin, which had seemed charming a moment ago, was beginning to get on her nerves. George narrowed her eyes. Jack's eyes practically danced.
"Did you ever d-do it," George asked, wincing at her verbal stumble but pushing on, "with--" but there her courage gave out.
Jack had the temerity to look scandalized, if only for effect. "With Rose? Or the Doctor? Both? One at a time or both together? Is that what you're asking?" He stepped a little closer, crowding George just a little. "I'm given to understand that in this time and place--well, the time and place you usually inhabit, not this island--a gentlemen doesn't kiss and tell."
He grinned again and George felt her anger rising. That was good. Anger was good. Empowering. She could work with that.
"But I'm no gentleman, so--not a problem," Jack continued. "Still, you need to be more specific if you want useful answers. What exactly do you want to know, George?"
"What do I want to know?" George demanded. This time she moved forward, invading his personal space. She pointed him fiercely in the chest with her forefinger. "I'll tell you what I want to know," she said, pushing with her finger.
Jack took a step back and George moved with him, crowding him. "You talk a good game," George said, edging forward. Jack stepped back, and bumped against the corridor wall. George didn't give herself time to think about it; she stepped forward again, pressing herself against him. "Question is," George said, meeting his gaze, "are you all talk, or what?"
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Re: [Jack] Different verse, same tune
Date: 2006-11-06 12:59 pm (UTC)ROTFLMAO!