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Fic: Dating the Cleverest Boy in the World. Chapter 26.
It's very odd posting this chapter, as it's one of the first things I ever wrote, way back when. I've edited it a bit, adding a few more things, but overall it's exactly what I wrote then. I really, really hope you like it, as I think it's practically part of my DNA by now... (You're even getting it 'a day early', enjoy!)
Fic index here if anyone wants to catch up, or just follow the tags. Also on AO3 and The Teaspoon.
Summary: Allison had always thought that university would be an adventure. But she'd not imagined that she'd end up dating Harold Saxon's son.
Setting: Autumn 2028
Characters (this chapter): the Seeker (OC), Capt. Jack.
Rating: PG
Feedback: Makes my world go round... No really. You have no idea.
Chapter 26
His phone vibrated, and with a sigh (it had been a long day) Jack pulled it out. It was a message from the Seeker.
He stared at it for a long moment, then showed it to Ianto.
Ianto however shook his head, clearly clueless, but observed that it didn't sound like the Seeker at all. Jack had to agree, and began entering the co-ordinates at the bottom of the message into his vortex manipulator... wondering if maybe it was a code.
He emerged in the teleport booth of one of the most unsavoury space bars he'd ever seen. The whole place screamed 'danger' and he figured that the number of weapons outnumbered the patrons by at least 10-to-1.
In the back he spotted the Seeker, slumped in a long comfy seat and focussed very intently on pouring himself another glass from a large bottle.
Making his way through the bar he ended up by the table, waiting for the Seeker to notice him.
"You shouldn't be here," Jack said, warily eyeing an argument three tables over that looked like it might get violent. "It's not safe."
The Seeker stared for a few moments, then burst out laughing, a heaving, desperate laughter that threatened to turn into tears.
"Oh Jack, I knew you'd cheer me up. Come, sit down, have a drink."
Ignoring the bottle that was pushed towards him, Jack nonetheless sat down next to the young Time Lord, wondering what had happened. The Seeker was the very by-word for calm. Except...
"What happened?" he asked tentatively, praying that it was not another unexpected death.
The Seeker stared at his now-full glass intently, and when he spoke his voice was utterly toneless.
"Allison broke up with me."
"Seeker..." he said helplessly.
“You know how they say that if you love something you should set it free? Well I did. And... I don’t think she’s coming back. It’s not like I didn’t expect it, you know, I always figured she might want out once I told her who I really am, ‘cause a relationship with a self-absorbed near-immortal who can't offer anything resembling a normal life is not that attractive. And that's what she said... that she liked Alex, but that she didn't know who I was anymore. Oh and she was also pretty pissed off about the lying-to-her-for-3-years. It was a nice touch, I liked that. But that's not why she left."
Jack was silent, waiting, and slowly brown eyes were turned towards him, deep with misery and drink.
"She was scared. Of me. Just me... I showed her what I am, and she was terrified. Three years, Jack, three years she's known me, and she looked at me like-"
He swallowed, and Jack frowned.
"What exactly did you tell her?"
The Seeker smiled sadly. "Well I showed off, of course, giving her a guided tour of my planet and all the rest. And then I thought I'd show her one of the other benefits..."
Reaching out he touched Jack's temple gently and Jack felt the softest of mental touches - a barely there brush against the senses.
"Well... people don't like it when you run around inside their heads," he said, carefully neutral, and the Seeker sighed.
"I didn't think. I suppose she was even smarter than I ever gave her credit for... She started asking about Archangel and that was it, everything just... fell apart. I didn't even get to the part where I was brought up by two of the greatest mass murderers in the history of the universe - or what they're grooming me for."
The boy was looking ahead now, possibly speaking to himself, but Jack could feel dread spreading as he began to take in the implications of the words. Reaching out he turned the kid towards him, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"Seeker... You are not a killer."
He received one of the darkest smiles he'd ever seen in return.
"Yet, Jack. I'm not a killer yet."
And Jack realised that he recognised the look in the boy's eyes - it was the same he'd seen that day after he turned 8. (‘One day they'll all be dead, but I won't...’) Eyes that saw so much more than they should.
Seeing the look on his face, the Seeker sighed. "Oh come on Jack, it doesn't take a genius. The Doctor lives a life as dangerous as you, if not more so, except he’s not as immortal as you. Once he's gone, who's going to look after things?"
Jack didn't know what to say. The Seeker shrugged.
"Even if I adhere to the the strictest Time Lord codes - which I very much intend to do - and only get involved when there's a threat to fixed points in time and stuff like that, rather than actively seeking out trouble, I'm sure there's plenty of slaughter in my future."
He lifted his glass in a mock-toast.
"To the family business."
Draining the glass he nearly missed the table as he put it back down.
A scaly hand grabbed both hand and glass, and they looked up to find a Krohn looking down at them with a sneer on its face, its small pig-like red eyes bulging and hostile.
"I don't like humans!" it stated, in broken intergalactic, and Jack swore silently as he checked for exits and wondered how much fighting he had to do, or whether he should just grab the boy and jump into the vortex... He should have insisted that they leave the second he got here, places like this were breeding grounds for trouble.
Casting the Seeker a glance he saw that the kid looked beyond furious - whether this was because of being mistaken for a human, or for the slight to his mother's race - or just the alcohol - was anyone's guess. Trying his most charming and deadly smile Jack opened his mouth, but the Seeker cut in.
"Go. Away."
The Krohn growled.
"What did you say?"
"Go. Away. You want - to go - away."
The concentration on the Seeker’s face was absolute, the words slow and deliberate, and the Koran suddenly blinked.
"I'm going away now," it said, then turned and left, leaving the Seeker to sigh deeply, before burying his head in his hands and leaning heavily on Jack's shoulder.
"Stars, my head! Drinking messes up everything..."
Jack didn't quite know what to say, watching silently as the youngster sunk further into his coat.
"I love your smell, Jack," he mumbled. "'S like the icing on the cake, you know? Like... you're so perfectly impossible, and handsome, and charming, and then you smell good on top of that. Not that I can smell you from across time and space, but..."
He slowly opened his eyes.
"You're my favourite thing in the world Jack, did I ever tell you that? The single most important thing in my life. Ever."
Not the time and place. Really, really not.
"Aaaand, I think it's time to get you home."
"No - listen! I'm not just sayin' this because I'm drunk. You shouldn't exist, but you do! And I can't lose you... You're mine forever and ever and ever. I can sense you, anywhere, anywhen... My very own forever Jack."
“Seeker-”
The despair in the boy’s eyes was downright terrifying, and Jack knew exactly how he felt - that first true taste of true loneliness. Not just the knowledge, but the actual understanding that everyone would one day leave...
(Except him. Abruptly he understood why the Seeker had asked him to come, and his heart broke a little more. The kid had lost his first love, and all he had left was a freak - but then the boy spoke again and overthrew everything he thought he knew.)
“I love you. I think it’s love. I don’t know, I don’t think there is a name for it. The important thing is, they think you’re wrong, but you’re not. You’re a miracle. My miracle.”
With an urgency and insistence that Jack had never encountered before the boy was now grasping his coat so fiercely that his knuckles were turning white.
“Please Jack - I never told you, I never knew how, but I want you to know. It was when I looked in the Schism...”
His grasp on the coat loosened as his eyes unfocussed, lost in the memory.
“I still have nightmares sometimes. I was so little and so scared and it hurt... I could see... the whole of the vortex, and I was so very, very small and insignificant - I wanted to run, but I couldn’t move, and I was getting lost. Like... Like in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy? It’s a punishment - making people see themselves in relation to the eternity of the universe and it destroys them. And I could feel it happening, could see how everything ends, and everything dies, the reality of eternity, and what was I compared to that? And then... I saw you.”
The Seeker’s eyes seemed to glow, and Jack didn’t know what to do. Didn’t even understand what was happening.
“I saw how you fit, how you are woven into the very fabric of the universe, and how impossible that is - but still, you were there! And if you are possible, then... anything is. And suddenly I could see possibility everywhere. I could see all of time and space and it was wonderful. Because you are wonderful. Jack...”
The boy swallowed, looking at him in a way he couldn’t even begin to quantify, something far beyond anything he had ever imagined.
“Dad might have created me, and the Doctor might have brought me up, but you - you made me who I am, made me me. Made me the Seeker.”
The hands had now unfurled completely and the Seeker reached up, slowly stroking Jack’s cheek.
“You don’t need to do or say anything, I don’t need anything. I just wanted you to know.”
It was good that he didn’t need to respond, because Jack didn’t have a clue what to say. He knew the boy had been relying on him ever since his eighth birthday, and Jack had kept his secrets, looking out for him as best he could. He’d thought it a matter of practicality and closeness and convenience. A strange, but important friendship, that almost tipped into quasi-brotherhood.
But this...
He remembered Christmas, the small victory he’d (rather shamefully) felt towards the Master after the lad had kissed Ianto. Something like this had never even occurred to him. Yet it made sense of a lot things that he’d never thought to examine before. Like how the Seeker had defended him so fiercely after everything had gone to hell on his eighteenth... As if an attack on Jack was worse than one on himself.
“By the way,” the Seeker continued, almost casually after downing another glass, “you better not ever go evil, ‘cause Rassilon knows I’d do anything for you. ‘Cause you’re, you know, mine. The way I see it anyway.”
Studying Jack as carefully as he could, he frowned.
“You don’t mind being mine, do you? I won’t come between you or anyone you love, it’s not like that.” He tilted his head, blinking to re-adjust drink-warped sight. “Sorry if I’m being arrogant again, I know I can’t own you. But can I have you anyway? For always?”
“Of course you can,” Jack said solemnly, still too deeply shaken to actually respond, before taking a unsteady breath and programming his wrist strap. Time to go, in more ways than one.
Before he could activate the manipulator, a hand stopped him.
"Not Earth. Earth s'not home anymore. And... my ship's here - there's a transmat down to the garage behind the teleporting booth."
“Fine,” Jack sighed, and dragged the youngster into an approximation of standing upright. He wanted to be cross with Allison, but quite frankly he couldn’t blame her. He loved the boy to distraction, but... issues. Mountain ranges could be built from those issues, and this new revelation... He sighed, desperately hoping he could live up to at least a fraction of the confidence the boy had in him. The other stuff he’d have to process later.
Back on the Seeker's planet he was getting the near-unconscious boy into bed, the suns setting in the amber sky outside. Jack had thought him asleep, until he turned to the door, and was then stopped in his tracks.
“I could get her back, you know...” The voice was barely above a whisper. “Go back, do it all again. Try different things, find all the right words... Do you know how easy it is to play with people’s memories? How simple to take apart their minds - adding, subtracting, moulding them to what you want...”
Jack had turned, silently watching the young Time Lord.
“Isn’t it ironic - the only way to get her back is to become that which she broke up with me over.”
He bit his lip, looking like he was going to cry.
“Jack... Please stop me if I ever try? I’m not sure I trust myself right now...”
A beat, as his heart seemed to break all over again, but all he did was nod.
“Always, Seeker.”
And with something like peace on his face, the Seeker finally allowed himself to let go and sink into oblivion.
Chapter 27.
Fic index here if anyone wants to catch up, or just follow the tags. Also on AO3 and The Teaspoon.
Summary: Allison had always thought that university would be an adventure. But she'd not imagined that she'd end up dating Harold Saxon's son.
Setting: Autumn 2028
Characters (this chapter): the Seeker (OC), Capt. Jack.
Rating: PG
Feedback: Makes my world go round... No really. You have no idea.
Chapter 26
His phone vibrated, and with a sigh (it had been a long day) Jack pulled it out. It was a message from the Seeker.
What drink/drug/species/other would you recommend as the fastest (preferably non-lethal, but I’m not fussy) route to oblivion?
S.
He stared at it for a long moment, then showed it to Ianto.
Ianto however shook his head, clearly clueless, but observed that it didn't sound like the Seeker at all. Jack had to agree, and began entering the co-ordinates at the bottom of the message into his vortex manipulator... wondering if maybe it was a code.
He emerged in the teleport booth of one of the most unsavoury space bars he'd ever seen. The whole place screamed 'danger' and he figured that the number of weapons outnumbered the patrons by at least 10-to-1.
In the back he spotted the Seeker, slumped in a long comfy seat and focussed very intently on pouring himself another glass from a large bottle.
Making his way through the bar he ended up by the table, waiting for the Seeker to notice him.
"You shouldn't be here," Jack said, warily eyeing an argument three tables over that looked like it might get violent. "It's not safe."
The Seeker stared for a few moments, then burst out laughing, a heaving, desperate laughter that threatened to turn into tears.
"Oh Jack, I knew you'd cheer me up. Come, sit down, have a drink."
Ignoring the bottle that was pushed towards him, Jack nonetheless sat down next to the young Time Lord, wondering what had happened. The Seeker was the very by-word for calm. Except...
"What happened?" he asked tentatively, praying that it was not another unexpected death.
The Seeker stared at his now-full glass intently, and when he spoke his voice was utterly toneless.
"Allison broke up with me."
"Seeker..." he said helplessly.
“You know how they say that if you love something you should set it free? Well I did. And... I don’t think she’s coming back. It’s not like I didn’t expect it, you know, I always figured she might want out once I told her who I really am, ‘cause a relationship with a self-absorbed near-immortal who can't offer anything resembling a normal life is not that attractive. And that's what she said... that she liked Alex, but that she didn't know who I was anymore. Oh and she was also pretty pissed off about the lying-to-her-for-3-years. It was a nice touch, I liked that. But that's not why she left."
Jack was silent, waiting, and slowly brown eyes were turned towards him, deep with misery and drink.
"She was scared. Of me. Just me... I showed her what I am, and she was terrified. Three years, Jack, three years she's known me, and she looked at me like-"
He swallowed, and Jack frowned.
"What exactly did you tell her?"
The Seeker smiled sadly. "Well I showed off, of course, giving her a guided tour of my planet and all the rest. And then I thought I'd show her one of the other benefits..."
Reaching out he touched Jack's temple gently and Jack felt the softest of mental touches - a barely there brush against the senses.
"Well... people don't like it when you run around inside their heads," he said, carefully neutral, and the Seeker sighed.
"I didn't think. I suppose she was even smarter than I ever gave her credit for... She started asking about Archangel and that was it, everything just... fell apart. I didn't even get to the part where I was brought up by two of the greatest mass murderers in the history of the universe - or what they're grooming me for."
The boy was looking ahead now, possibly speaking to himself, but Jack could feel dread spreading as he began to take in the implications of the words. Reaching out he turned the kid towards him, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"Seeker... You are not a killer."
He received one of the darkest smiles he'd ever seen in return.
"Yet, Jack. I'm not a killer yet."
And Jack realised that he recognised the look in the boy's eyes - it was the same he'd seen that day after he turned 8. (‘One day they'll all be dead, but I won't...’) Eyes that saw so much more than they should.
Seeing the look on his face, the Seeker sighed. "Oh come on Jack, it doesn't take a genius. The Doctor lives a life as dangerous as you, if not more so, except he’s not as immortal as you. Once he's gone, who's going to look after things?"
Jack didn't know what to say. The Seeker shrugged.
"Even if I adhere to the the strictest Time Lord codes - which I very much intend to do - and only get involved when there's a threat to fixed points in time and stuff like that, rather than actively seeking out trouble, I'm sure there's plenty of slaughter in my future."
He lifted his glass in a mock-toast.
"To the family business."
Draining the glass he nearly missed the table as he put it back down.
A scaly hand grabbed both hand and glass, and they looked up to find a Krohn looking down at them with a sneer on its face, its small pig-like red eyes bulging and hostile.
"I don't like humans!" it stated, in broken intergalactic, and Jack swore silently as he checked for exits and wondered how much fighting he had to do, or whether he should just grab the boy and jump into the vortex... He should have insisted that they leave the second he got here, places like this were breeding grounds for trouble.
Casting the Seeker a glance he saw that the kid looked beyond furious - whether this was because of being mistaken for a human, or for the slight to his mother's race - or just the alcohol - was anyone's guess. Trying his most charming and deadly smile Jack opened his mouth, but the Seeker cut in.
"Go. Away."
The Krohn growled.
"What did you say?"
"Go. Away. You want - to go - away."
The concentration on the Seeker’s face was absolute, the words slow and deliberate, and the Koran suddenly blinked.
"I'm going away now," it said, then turned and left, leaving the Seeker to sigh deeply, before burying his head in his hands and leaning heavily on Jack's shoulder.
"Stars, my head! Drinking messes up everything..."
Jack didn't quite know what to say, watching silently as the youngster sunk further into his coat.
"I love your smell, Jack," he mumbled. "'S like the icing on the cake, you know? Like... you're so perfectly impossible, and handsome, and charming, and then you smell good on top of that. Not that I can smell you from across time and space, but..."
He slowly opened his eyes.
"You're my favourite thing in the world Jack, did I ever tell you that? The single most important thing in my life. Ever."
Not the time and place. Really, really not.
"Aaaand, I think it's time to get you home."
"No - listen! I'm not just sayin' this because I'm drunk. You shouldn't exist, but you do! And I can't lose you... You're mine forever and ever and ever. I can sense you, anywhere, anywhen... My very own forever Jack."
“Seeker-”
The despair in the boy’s eyes was downright terrifying, and Jack knew exactly how he felt - that first true taste of true loneliness. Not just the knowledge, but the actual understanding that everyone would one day leave...
(Except him. Abruptly he understood why the Seeker had asked him to come, and his heart broke a little more. The kid had lost his first love, and all he had left was a freak - but then the boy spoke again and overthrew everything he thought he knew.)
“I love you. I think it’s love. I don’t know, I don’t think there is a name for it. The important thing is, they think you’re wrong, but you’re not. You’re a miracle. My miracle.”
With an urgency and insistence that Jack had never encountered before the boy was now grasping his coat so fiercely that his knuckles were turning white.
“Please Jack - I never told you, I never knew how, but I want you to know. It was when I looked in the Schism...”
His grasp on the coat loosened as his eyes unfocussed, lost in the memory.
“I still have nightmares sometimes. I was so little and so scared and it hurt... I could see... the whole of the vortex, and I was so very, very small and insignificant - I wanted to run, but I couldn’t move, and I was getting lost. Like... Like in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy? It’s a punishment - making people see themselves in relation to the eternity of the universe and it destroys them. And I could feel it happening, could see how everything ends, and everything dies, the reality of eternity, and what was I compared to that? And then... I saw you.”
The Seeker’s eyes seemed to glow, and Jack didn’t know what to do. Didn’t even understand what was happening.
“I saw how you fit, how you are woven into the very fabric of the universe, and how impossible that is - but still, you were there! And if you are possible, then... anything is. And suddenly I could see possibility everywhere. I could see all of time and space and it was wonderful. Because you are wonderful. Jack...”
The boy swallowed, looking at him in a way he couldn’t even begin to quantify, something far beyond anything he had ever imagined.
“Dad might have created me, and the Doctor might have brought me up, but you - you made me who I am, made me me. Made me the Seeker.”
The hands had now unfurled completely and the Seeker reached up, slowly stroking Jack’s cheek.
“You don’t need to do or say anything, I don’t need anything. I just wanted you to know.”
It was good that he didn’t need to respond, because Jack didn’t have a clue what to say. He knew the boy had been relying on him ever since his eighth birthday, and Jack had kept his secrets, looking out for him as best he could. He’d thought it a matter of practicality and closeness and convenience. A strange, but important friendship, that almost tipped into quasi-brotherhood.
But this...
He remembered Christmas, the small victory he’d (rather shamefully) felt towards the Master after the lad had kissed Ianto. Something like this had never even occurred to him. Yet it made sense of a lot things that he’d never thought to examine before. Like how the Seeker had defended him so fiercely after everything had gone to hell on his eighteenth... As if an attack on Jack was worse than one on himself.
“By the way,” the Seeker continued, almost casually after downing another glass, “you better not ever go evil, ‘cause Rassilon knows I’d do anything for you. ‘Cause you’re, you know, mine. The way I see it anyway.”
Studying Jack as carefully as he could, he frowned.
“You don’t mind being mine, do you? I won’t come between you or anyone you love, it’s not like that.” He tilted his head, blinking to re-adjust drink-warped sight. “Sorry if I’m being arrogant again, I know I can’t own you. But can I have you anyway? For always?”
“Of course you can,” Jack said solemnly, still too deeply shaken to actually respond, before taking a unsteady breath and programming his wrist strap. Time to go, in more ways than one.
Before he could activate the manipulator, a hand stopped him.
"Not Earth. Earth s'not home anymore. And... my ship's here - there's a transmat down to the garage behind the teleporting booth."
“Fine,” Jack sighed, and dragged the youngster into an approximation of standing upright. He wanted to be cross with Allison, but quite frankly he couldn’t blame her. He loved the boy to distraction, but... issues. Mountain ranges could be built from those issues, and this new revelation... He sighed, desperately hoping he could live up to at least a fraction of the confidence the boy had in him. The other stuff he’d have to process later.
Back on the Seeker's planet he was getting the near-unconscious boy into bed, the suns setting in the amber sky outside. Jack had thought him asleep, until he turned to the door, and was then stopped in his tracks.
“I could get her back, you know...” The voice was barely above a whisper. “Go back, do it all again. Try different things, find all the right words... Do you know how easy it is to play with people’s memories? How simple to take apart their minds - adding, subtracting, moulding them to what you want...”
Jack had turned, silently watching the young Time Lord.
“Isn’t it ironic - the only way to get her back is to become that which she broke up with me over.”
He bit his lip, looking like he was going to cry.
“Jack... Please stop me if I ever try? I’m not sure I trust myself right now...”
A beat, as his heart seemed to break all over again, but all he did was nod.
“Always, Seeker.”
And with something like peace on his face, the Seeker finally allowed himself to let go and sink into oblivion.
Chapter 27.
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*HUGS*
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Oh Seeker....Oh Jack... There's a possibility there actually aren't enough tears available for the level of angst in this chapter, but I loved it anyway. It's absolutely gorgeous and so in character it hurts.
Thanks for sharing it with us.
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*hugs*
Oh Seeker....Oh Jack... There's a possibility there actually aren't enough tears available for the level of angst in this chapter, but I loved it anyway.
It's strange, because I've had it there for so long I'm completely immune? That is, I never thought of it as angsty, just... explanatory. Except of course the poor boy is an aching, hearts-broken shell of his usual confident shelf. Glad you liked it. <3
It's absolutely gorgeous and so in character it hurts.
Mmmmm, thank you. And it was allllll about the characters. It was my opportunity to dismantle the Seeker a little and show how he functions, and to let him explain that to someone else. Which he doesn't usually do, as he's so very, very private.
Thanks for sharing it with us.
Thank you for reading! ♥
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Jack's gift to Alex is mortality. He dies. Every time he does it's painful to return. Life is important to Jack. Alex will not be left to make rash decisions. Jack will always be there to guide.
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Jack is also Torchwood, and you can see the influence already - the Doctor walks a much higher moral ground, the Master deliberately taking a lower one, but the Seeker just wants something that works. Something that makes sense. He admires the Doctor, but can see how compromises tear him apart. The Seeker not interested in being a hero.
Jack's gift to Alex is mortality. He dies. Every time he does it's painful to return. Life is important to Jack. Alex will not be left to make rash decisions. Jack will always be there to guide.
And vice versa. The Seeker is smart. The Seeker has access to power Jack doesn't. The Seeker can see the great sweep of time, understands what can be changed, and what mustn't. And he'll be there for Jack, accepting him in ways the Doctor quite simply can't.
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Alex will never be alone.
BTW- Maggie thinks Jack tastes yummy too. Like chocolate covered berries. Time Lord's and their oral fixation... yep, definitely descended from cats. Taste and smell together.
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Exactly. Although it's more than that, in that Jack's immortality is what helped focus his whole life. He doesn't see it as wrong, he sees it as wonderful and inspirational. (Which is also a reason he needs some moral guidance, because he could so very easily turn Rani-like.)
Alex will never be alone.
Nope. He's attached himself to Jack like a limpet, partly because he's from the very first witnessed the Doctor & the Master's loneliness after losing their home. You could say he made Jack his home. The place he will always have. (If you have read Kipling's 'Kim' - it is my favourite book bar none and I can't recommend it enough - then Jack is the Mahbub Ali to the Seeker's Kim. <3)
BTW- Maggie thinks Jack tastes yummy too. Like chocolate covered berries. Time Lord's and their oral fixation... yep, definitely descended from cats. Taste and smell together.
LOL. (When I mentioned the smell, I was mostly thinking of 51st Century pheromones.)
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S.
Oh honey. Also, lol.
then showed it to Ianto.
Heh. That's fitting, given their kiss and all....
"It's not safe."
Oh Jack. It's the Seeker. HE'S not safe, bless his hearts.
‘cause a relationship with a self-absorbed near-immortal who can't offer anything resembling a normal life is not that attractive.
Rambling is never to good a sign...
"Well I showed off, of course
Of course.
I didn't even get to the part where I was brought up by two of the greatest mass murderers in the history of the universe - or what they're grooming me for."
Possibly just as well, actually! Or it might even be worse if she finds out about it second hand /o\
He received one of the darkest smiles he'd ever seen in return.
*shudder* It's... not great when someone used to getting what they want, loses what they want, is it? Even if he does realise it's for the best, it's still a change for him, isn't it?
"To the family business."
Vending machines.
"I don't like humans!"
Silly alien.
"Go. Away. You want - to go - away."
This is not the droid you're looking for.
"I love your smell, Jack," he mumbled.
I so wish I could ship it.
Hey! Ianto/Jack/Roda/Seeker foursome!!It’s a punishment - making people see themselves in relation to the eternity of the universe and it destroys them
For your requested Roda tangent, for her it was very much that too. Seeing Robin Hood, and knowing deep in her heart that she couldn't just lie down and let things happen. Knowing that she was going to get into trouble if she was going to help.
"Not Earth. Earth s'not home anymore.
Oh dear. Game changing?
“Isn’t it ironic - the only way to get her back is to become that which she broke up with me over.”
Very nice line.
the Seeker finally allowed himself to let go and sink into oblivion.
*HUGS*
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♥ (Remember the line, though.)
Heh. That's fitting, given their kiss and all....
I hadn't even thought of that...
Oh Jack. It's the Seeker. HE'S not safe, bless his hearts.
I knew you'd get it!!! \o/
Rambling is never to good a sign...
Nope. Well, not this time at least.
Possibly just as well, actually! Or it might even be worse if she finds out about it second hand /o\
Mmmm. There is no good way of revealing that...
*shudder* It's... not great when someone used to getting what they want, loses what they want, is it? Even if he does realise it's for the best, it's still a change for him, isn't it?
This is more the Seeker seeing his own future and knowing that Allison is better off without him. But it's a hell of a bitter pill to swallow, no matter how much he might have anticipated it...
Vending machines.
*snerk* (Killer vending machines...)
This is not the droid you're looking for.
Indeed.
I so wish I could ship it.
Hey! Ianto/Jack/Roda/Seeker foursome!!I wish I could ship it too!
It exists in our heads!For your requested Roda tangent, for her it was very much that too. Seeing Robin Hood, and knowing deep in her heart that she couldn't just lie down and let things happen. Knowing that she was going to get into trouble if she was going to help.
Not so much requested as suggested, but thank you even so. ♥ Thinking about it, then a) it's obvious how this is what makes Time Lords become Time Lords and b) it's clear how very dangerous and painful and destructive it is. Those that find a purpose - like the Seeker & Roda - are the lucky ones, and even they are scarred forever more.
Oh dear. Game changing?
Yes and no. It's all part of a bigger arc that even he can't really grasp. He just knows that his 'human' life is over in many ways. (Specifically he was going to move to his planet when he was 18, except then Cambridge happened. So he's just reverting to his original plan. It just carries far more weight now.)
Very nice line.
Thank you - it was one of the last additions that I wasn't quite sure of, but it needed to be there. And it beautifully illustrates the catch-22 he's been in from the start.
*HUGS*
Dear god, does he need them...
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(wonderful chapter. Thanks!)
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You know, I hadn't thought of it like that, but yes, he could have been. It's a horrible thing to subject a child to.
No wonder he sees Jack as being SO important o_o
Jack wasn't just the thing that 'saved' him, he [Jack] was also the thing that gave him [the Seeker] purpose and meaning. So he's... pivotal.
(wonderful chapter. Thanks!)
Thank *you*! ♥ ♥ ♥
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He is rather better at it than his father... Partly because he very rarely forces his will on people, it's more like 'These are not the droids you're looking for'. (I've given this a lot of thought.) The Master likes to overpower people, to command them, which is a bit like physically trying to subdue someone - if they don't like it, it's a battle. Whereas the Seeker manipulates. (Not so much here, but then the Krohn is also drunk & not that bright.) It's more like pointing over someone's shoulder and saying 'Oooh, look at that' and then they do the work for you. Like how people look at the Doctor's psychic paper and see what they want to see. The Seeker just skips the paper part. :)
(This will probably be brought up in an upcoming chapter, but as it's not really spoilery I thought I'd expand on it here.)