Lookin' For Trouble [open to anyone]

[Captain Jack Harkness]

“I guess you caught me, copper,” John joked, lifting the sword from Liz’s throat and holding it skyward, his empty hand palm up. John turned to face Jack. “’Bout bloody time. I was beginning to think you didn’t love me anymore.”

Jack ignored him and reached a hand out to Liz, pulling her beside him. “You all right?” he asked, his voice soft and concerned. “He didn’t kiss you, did he?” With the hand that wasn’t holding the gun aimed at John, he gently touched her face. His blue eyes penetrated hers, praying she was all right.

He then glared at John. “I never loved you. That was all in your sick head. What are you doing here? And don’t give me that ‘I’m carrying out a dead woman’s wish’ crap. I’ve heard it all before.”

[Elizabeth Wright]

As Jack stepped off the lift, relief flooded through Elizabeths body. She had to search for her tounge again as Jack pulled her to his side and out of harms way. Boy was she glad to see him. Maybe she'd been wrong about ultimate powers, It seemed that someone had heard her prayers, and there wasn't any better help they could send. Or maybe, and she was certainly starting to learn, maybe that was just part of Jack.

She remembered contro lof her body again, and nodded her head, her eyes flicking from the aimed Webley to Jack's eyes, and holding his gaze for a moment.
"Not a chance. I'm fine, really. You've got brilliant timing." she said, even managing a small smile.

As Jack turned his attention back to John, she slipped her hand into her bag, puling her gun out and holding it tightly against her side. A bit late, but she felt better for having it in her grip. She stepped back half a step as the two conversed, frowning.

[Captain John Hart]

John watched as Jack pulled the Pretty close to him. “You all right?” Jack asked, his voice soft and concerned. “He didn’t kiss you, did he?”

"Not a chance. I'm fine, really. You've got brilliant timing." the Pretty said.

“Oh puleeze! Like I’d try that again,” John whined. Jack glared at him and he said, “What? Okay, so I would but I hadn’t.”

Jack growled, “I never loved you. That was all in your sick head. What are you doing here? And don’t give me that ‘I’m carrying out a dead woman’s wish’ crap. I’ve heard it all before.”

John sighed, loudly, re-sheathing his sword. His hands went back to a defensive, palms-up position in front of him. He shifted his weight from one foot to the next, thinking of how to phrase his words.

“Listen, something is going on. I’m stuck in your bloody city. Your Rift has me locked here. I just thought I could help you figure it out. The sooner Team Bikini Kill set things to right the sooner I get to leave this sad planet.” He looked into Jack’s eyes trying to impress the importance and the half-truth of what he was saying.

[Captain Jack Harkness]

"Not a chance. I'm fine, really. You've got brilliant timing." Liz replied and Jack smiled at her. Good girl, he thought.

He made a mental note to tell Gwen she did good at briefing Liz about John. He could feel the young woman move behind him, taking her gun out. He was very happy for choosing her.

Jack watched as John shifted his weight and wasted time. He made a ‘get-on-with-it’ motion with his Webley and John finally spoke.

“Listen, something is going on. I’m stuck in your bloody city. Your Rift has me locked here. I just thought I could help you figure it out. The sooner Team Bikini Kill set things to right the sooner I get to leave this sad planet.”

Jack felt his jaw clench. He didn’t believe John but he knew he couldn’t stand out her in broad daylight with guns drawn. Eventually someone would see.

He turned back to Liz. “We have to take him in. Even if he’s lying through his teeth, Gwen has enough on her hands keeping the police at bay. I don’t want to add to it.”

With his gun he motioned for John to go stand on the lift. He stood beside him, gun at his back while he tweaked his wristband. He left room for Liz to join them. They would have to disarm John and if he was lucky they wouldn’t put him in a cell. Yet.

[Elizabeth Wright]

As Jack motioned for her to get on the lift, Liz set her chin grimly. She didn't want to be anywhere near that creep her boss was so familiar with, neverlone on a metre squared chunk of concrete half a dozen metres above the ground.

She also didnt want ot appear like a wimp, infront of Jack or John. She stepped up next to the men, her eyes watching John closely and her grip on the gun ready to fire. She didn't trust him a jot, and she wasn't going to be caught out twice. Although she was confident that Jack had the situation under control. You couldn't help but feel safe near him.

She didn't trust his reasons for being there, but she had to admit, it could very well be valid. They all knew that the rift was acting unusually, but just how much so wasn't something they could truly measure. Who knew what effects it might have across the city?

[Captain John Hart]

Jack was holding a gun to the small of his back so he had no choice but to go where he was being led. Granted, he wanted Hub access, it was where all the power was, but he hadn’t really intended to be a prisoner. Jack’s comment about him possibly ending up in a cell made him cringe. That really wouldn’t help him much if that was where he ended up. He knew he could call on Hollie, but that was not really what he wanted. He needed to talk to Jack before she could get too close to him, again.

It went deeper than his need to protect Jack from pain. If Jack knew what he had done, why the Time Agency had taken his memories, he would break. If he remembered Hollie Jack could lose everything he currently was. As tempting as it was to have his Jack back, it wouldn’t be right. John knew that as much as he couldn’t stand Torchwood, he couldn’t deny what they did. Hell, he had wanted to be apart of it. In a way he still did. But he worried that the old Jack wouldn’t care about Torchwood and then what would happen to Team Bikini Kill?

They descended into the main area of the Hub and John stood, awaiting his fate.

[Captain Jack Harkness]

Jack rode down the lift, John to his right, Liz on his left. He wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders to help her balance. The lift was dicey by yourself, three or more and you had to help out when you could.

At the base of the lift, Jack jumped off, helping Liz, his gun still trained on John.

“Liz, could you grab that tray over there? And the weapon’s scanner. John usually keeps loads of weapons on his person,” Jack’s eyes never left the man he had once called his friend.

That was odd as well. He knew John was his past, a part of him he wanted nothing more to do with, yet, it seemed that he couldn’t deny the emotions that bound the two together. Who would have thought a five year-two week-time loop could forge such a bond.

As he watched John remove all his weapons and hand them to Liz he started questioning the man.

“What is it now, John? Arcadian diamonds? Thugs after you? Why are you bothering me now?” Jack asked, his free hand on his hip.

[Captain Jack Harkness]

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