BRING IT (John & Hollie)

[Lt Hollie Saunders]

"You just...." she raised an eyebrow "Unlike you to be out of words" she teased. It was true, John could talk. Usually, that was all he was - talk. She understood that. Sometimes, all talk was better. Talking, without saying anything. It allowed you to keep the reigns of the conversation, and then you could steer it away from anything. That was the way to live. Talk crap and get physical. And yet she was sitting here, having a deep and meaningful with a man she wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss. She needed another drink.

She sighed, dropping her hand from his. "Pair of broken hearts, hey" she laughed, but it was dry, empty. She couldn't hide around him. Other people, it was so easy to put on a flitry smile. A few drinks, sly words murmered as their seats snuck closer. There wasn't anything to it. But with John, it was different. She wanted to put on the mask and hide behind it, but she simply couldn't. He was forcing her to be herself, and she hated that. He didn't even know he was doing it. She knocked back the drink and ordered another.


But I know it’s this bloody rift. I met a bloke, his machine won’t play with him either. It’s the rift

"Bloody rift." said Hollie, making a face. "Bloody Cardiff with it's bloody rift." This town was getting on her nerves. Of all the places in the universe something could be happening, everything had to be converging on Cardiff. All very well and good for the excitement, but what was she supposed to do until then.

It seemed, get drunk in bars with old friends from her repressed past.

As he pulled out the scars on his arm, she gasped softly, reaching out a hand to grab his arm, turning it gently. "Must have been a hell of a weekend." she said, shaking her head as she ran her fingers over the scarring, her body drawing closer to his as she examined it. "But yea, a bomb will tend to do that to delicate electronics."

[Captain John Hart]

"You just...." she raised an eyebrow "Unlike you to be out of words."

John couldn’t hide the mirthless chuckle that escaped his lips. “Yeah, I must be coming down with something,” he said, unable to look her in the eye.

"Pair of broken hearts, hey" she laughed, but it was dry, empty.

He noted that her laugh was no better than his. He snuck a glance at her and saw how her eyes looked the way he felt.

“Yeah, a right pair we are. Jack always used to say we shared a brain. Good thing he was always there to get us out of the trouble we used to get into.” He smiled, slightly, as a memory stuck him. He was pulled out of it as she mirrored his own thoughts on this forsaken city.

"Bloody rift." said Hollie, making a face. "Bloody Cardiff with it's bloody rift."

“Wait until you meet Jack’s team. They’re pretty and they’re smart and they have a team-name and I bloody hate the sight of them.” He knocked back his drink and placed the glass to the side as a new one took its place. “He loves them. He’d die for them. He has…did I tell you he can’t die? Something happened to him and now he can’t and he won’t tell me how it works. Neat parlour trick that would be.”

"Must have been a hell of a weekend." she said, shaking her head as she ran her fingers over the scarring, her body drawing closer to his as she examined it. "But yea, a bomb will tend to do that to delicate electronics."

John shivered at her touch, moving close. “Yeah, well, it would have been a better weekend if I got to shag someone but no sex for me. I did get to blow up bits of this shit-hole, but that only pissed Jack off even more.”

The memory from earlier came rushing back and he had to laugh. “Remember when we found that box of Hedrotarian kittens and Jack made us get rid of them. We didn’t want to because they were really adorable.” He looked at her not even waiting for the inevitable, “What? I like cats! Anyway, we hid them and we didn’t realize they were really viscious? I almost lost a hand that day.” He turned the wrist she was touching so it was palm up and slid his hand down to take hers. It felt so comfortable, so right.

Damn, he wanted to kiss her so badly.

[Lt Hollie Saunders]

Hollie grinned.
"He always was the common sense of the group, wasn't he. We'd have been killed a dozen times over without him stopping us. Or at least, getting us out. He didn't have that much sense." It was true, they'd gotten themselves into some situations. John had that way with her, she tended to lose all inhibitions and jump into things. Not always a great idea, but boy was it worth it. Nothing beat that thrill when you had no idea how you were going to get out, or indeed if you could. And they could usually rely on Jack to have a backup, even if they didn't plan ahead. Not that they were useless infants. Just a bit rash sometimes.

She frowned, raising an eyebrow. "He replaced us? The bastard. We never had a team name." She made her way through the glass infront of her. "We should have had a team name"

The eyebrow went up further, the frown deeper. "He can't die? As in, never ever." She didn't know what she thought of that. It might be nice - for a while. But when everyone around you died...well, it seemed you couldn't avoid that with a normal lifespan. Might as well get something out of it. It still didn't sound so great. Took the rush out of things didn't it, when there was no big baddie waiting at the end, the one you knew you couldn't escape forever. "Sounds like more than a parlor trick."

"I congratulate you. This town could do with a bit of excitement. A good explosion never hurt anybody." she grinned wryly "Well, no one that was smart enough to stand outside."

The grin broadened as the memory of the kittens came back. They had been cute. "Something that cute should not have retractable fangs. Or a hinged jaw." He might like cats, but those things had been far from your normal pet. Needless to say, once the blood had been cleaned up, the kittens had been gotten rid of, quick smart. "We didn't even hide them that well. It was in the cupboard or something wasn't it." she laughed, bringing her other hand up to continue tracing his, the move meanig she was facing him completely. She shook her head, smiling. " God, we did some stupid things."

[Captain John Hart]

"He replaced us? The bastard. We never had a team name." She made her way through the glass infront of her. "We should have had a team name"

John gave her a smirk. “He replaced me, doesn’t remember you. And we did have a team name, unofficially, of course.” He remembered calling them Team Sex on a Stick more times than not. He idly knocked back his drink but rambled, “I mean, it was years into the this world’s future but as I recall we did bring sexy back regardless of that Timberlake blokes song.”

"He can't die? As in, never ever."

John nodded.

"Sounds like more than a parlor trick."

“I know. But he won’t tell me how it happened. But, I did do my homework. It isn’t like Torchwood’s history is that hard to hack into. Any geek with a laptop and half a can of Redbull could crack their system. Apparently, he was taken in back in the 1860’s. They thought he was a threat because he knew a bloke named the Doctor.” He paused, smiling slightly to himself. Can’t say as I blame ya, Jack. The Doctor is quite unforgettable, he thought to himself. “Well, after that he became a freelancer only leaving once in a bit for war or some such but he always comes back to Torchwood Cardiff. At the Millennium he took over after the old boss killed everyone and then did himself in.”

He knocked back a shot to wet his throat. “He can die but he can’t stay dead. I know. I killed him a few times.” He cast a sidelong glace at her, waiting to see if she would throw his hand down or what.

[Lt Hollie Saunders]

"I know what you're thinking, and that doesn't count." she said, matching his expression. " And please, don't reference it to a JT song, ever again. That man gives me a headache. Always whining, "

Hollie listened as John explained, a pout forming across her features. Seemed rather mysterious in her opinion. He showed up with news of this Doctor and was recruited. "One way to get a promorion" she said with a shrug. " Do we know who this Doctor is?" She was a bit disconcerted at the number of years he'd lived, so many since they'd been that brilliant team. Even as memorable as the two years had been, would it pale in comparison to the things he'd seen since?

She gently exctracted her hand from John's and rapidly finished her drink, standing up and running a hand through her blonde hair, her gaze flitting around the room. She needed to get outside. The room was stuffy and dull, and the alcohol was beginning to buzz through her system. She felt...she didn't know what she felt. She took a few steps towards the door, before stopping and turning. She held out a hand for John. "Coming?" she asked, her brown eyes meeting his.

[Captain John Hart]

John smiled. “Yeah, some promotion. Being Torchwood’s bitch for a century.” John started. He knew this information but sometimes, actually saying them outloud made it really hi home. The idea of working for someone as a practical slave for so many years was unbelievable. The idea that Jack, their Jack, was going to out live them all. He couldn’t bring to tell her what Gray had done to Jack. How the man was over two millennia old and looked no older than he hand when he’d seen him back at the Bar Reunion. No wonder Jack was no fun. How much fun could it be to sit back and watch everyone around you die? Not much, he wagered.

He felt a cold loss when Hollie removed her hand. He worried if it was something he had said. Perhaps he shouldn’t have told her that he killed Jack a few times. But he wasn’t in control of himself, that was Gray.

She stood and began to leave the bar. John looked at his last shot and quickly knocked it back as she turned at the door and said, "Coming?"

John smirked and stood up, stretching his arms over his head and feeling his back popping back into place. “Not yet. Maybe later,” he said, sidling up to her. “Where to, love?”

[Lt Hollie Saunders]

Hollie smiled, entiwing her hand with John's as he drew even with her. She liked the feel of it in hers, but not the feelings it was bringing with it. They were...uncomfotable.

No, uncomfortable wasn't the right word. They weren't that. They were the exact opposite of that. But, as cliche as it sounded, there was a battle occuring between her head and her heart. Her head was telling her it was tupid, reminding her of exactly what had happened when she had given in, including the last time. She'd gotten hurt, and badly. Jack, John, Yuri - just thinking the name made her inwardly wince - as soon as you left yourself open to someone, it came back to bite you.

You'r already open to him, her heart argued back. You can't be stone cold bitch forever.

The thoretical bickering was giving her a headache. Better to ignore them both and let the alcohol have the reins. That was a descion she could handle.

She smirked at John's comment, nudging his shoulder with her own.
"Only if you're lucky" she teased, but as the alcohol worked its way through her system, finally, she was raising his odds by the minute. When he asked where they were going, she shrugged, pouting thoughtfully. "I'm not actually sure. You've been around here longer than I have - any ideas?"

[Sorry, its dodgy and not remarkably 'Hollie'. But my hollie muse has gone drinking I guess, and I thought I better get a post up]

[Captain John Hart]

John smiled as she nudged him.

"Only if you're lucky" she teased. "I'm not actually sure. You've been around here longer than I have - any ideas?"

Oh, John had ideas. There was his warehouse, but that might seem too desperate. There was taking her to visit the house that Jack built but that wasn’t something he wanted to deal with this drunk. He’d have to be WAY drunker.

He swung their entwined hands like a child and smiled. “Let’s go a-wandering. See what trouble we can.” He smiled down at her and before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

He blinked. Where the hell did the gentleman come from? He decided he would need more alcohol to kill the dandy before he did something real stupid like…propose. He let go of her hand and held the door open for her, not to be a gentleman but to make her follow. Yeah, that was his intention.

On the street, he pointed to the left. “That way is the bay and the tourist trap type places. Funnily enough, Jack’s fortress of solitude lies in that direction as well. He was always one for the tourist-y places. He pointed to the right. “That way leads into the city. What’s your poison?” he asked, turning on his heel and smirking at her, his hands out, displaying both directions.

(OOC: No prob. John is being odd as well.)

[Lt Hollie Saunders]

Hollie almost started as John kissed her on the forehead. It was almost fatherly, the way he did it. She couldn't have that. She was stilll thinking it over when he removed his hand from hers and opened the door, She grinned as he indicated the two different directions.

To the left, tourist traps. Could be fun, but it was better if you were half buzzed and in a crazy mood. Pretty much her on any day of the week, but it wasn't the right mood. Better during the day, for one. At night they were just abandoned shops with colourful window displays. The bay might be pretty, but she'd never been one for that. Rougher was more her style.

Right, the city. Now that was more like it. You could always find trouble in a city, no matter what size. You just had to know where to look. Although with John, she had a feeling that trouble would find them, city or no.

She looked over the man that had played such a big part in her life, and grinned.
"What are you, the scarecrow?" she grinned, gripping his hands in hers and lowering them as she stepped closer. "I think you know my poison" she added, and kissed him, not on the forehead, but full on the mouth.

[Captain John Hart]

John stood there with his hands pointing in opposite directions as he smiled beatifically at Hollie.

"What are you, the scarecrow?" she grinned, gripping his hands in hers and lowering them as she stepped closer. "I think you know my poison" she added, and kissed him, not on the forehead, but full on the mouth.

He only paused for half a second before both instinct and alcohol took over and his deepened the kiss, pulling her practically inside his skin. How he had missed this little minx. He released her hands to grab the back of her head with one and her arse with the other. Memories rushed him as his past caught up and he felt his throat catch. He had…loved…her. He had wanted her so badly but he knew the consequences and when Jack was taken she reminded him so much of the other half of his soul. Jack and Hollie were parts of him and for so long he had been empty, just living. At that moment, knowing Jack was safe and Hollie was in his arms he felt alive.

“My place,” he growled against her throat as he peppered it with bites and kisses. Behind her back, he lifted his wristband and hit the coordinates to his warehouse. The pair disappearing off the streets of Cardiff.

They reappeared in a dirty warehouse office that had filthy windows that overlooked a dark, deserted and extremely empty main floor. Behind them was a sofa of questionable cleanliness and a desk with a layer of dust. They were surrounded by tumbles of filing cabinets and old papers strewn around their feet.

“Sorry, I had to fire the cleaning lady. She wouldn’t keep her hands off my ass…sets,” he smiled wickedly and leaned in for another kiss, moving them over to the sofa.

(Sorry for the power-play. Take full advantage of him if you want. If you want to move this to his warehouse, that is fine but I forgot the password so we can actually take it off sense I’m useless with password protected forums.)