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[jackedthename]

[The only thing that shows up on Jack's comm is a location, coordinates leading to an area in the Wastes that was, until recently, home to a group of sandworms. If someone investigates said coordinates, they will find the body of one Jack Harkness, covered with a very familiar coat. His clothes are in a pile nearby, along with a shirt that is very definitely not Jack's. Please, someone come keep him company while he wakes up.]

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((OOC: Note, link is not exactly safe for work. At all.))

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Certainly not. :3

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Well, now he is, going with the fact that he's woken up, and it takes some fumbling before he gets oriented and slightly sort of dressed, before he blinks up at her.]

Ooh, do I get to say 'my heroine' now, or would that be too cheesy?

<3

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[A shrug.] Post-traumatic stress tends to narrow people's focus, making them base their beliefs and thinking on limited input.

But if you insist on saying something, I'd rather you told me who you are and what happened to you.

<3

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

The name's Jack Harkness, sweetheart, and I don't think you'd really like to hear the story of how I ended up naked in the Wastes.

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[She nods.] Raven.

[She raises a quizzical eyebrow at that.] We've just met. How would you know what I would or wouldn't like to hear? Because actually, that's exactly the story I want to hear. [So just spill it, Jack.]

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Mm, see, generally people just roll their eyes at my sex stories, though.

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[A slight smirk.] You mean you always end up half dead each time you have sex? Then, I understand them. And you really should stop.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Only if it's possibly extraterrestrial sex, kid.

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[And Raven does roll her eyes. Way to go, Jack.] Just tell me who tried to drain you and why, will you? You don't have to give me the details.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

That's our own business, I think.

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[She quirks a surprised eyebrow.] My business?

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Oh, I think you heard me well enough.

Sorry about the last tag, I obviously can't read on Sundays >.<

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[She pauses. It's pretty clear, yes. He knows who did that and for whatever reason, he wishes to deal with that person himself.] You don't want or need help to find whoever did that. Alright.

Do you need me to heal bruises or whatever? Or should I just help you back to the city?

[Another pause. A longer one this time.] You were not the one who sent those coordinates. [It's said as if she's only realizing that now. And it's not a question. Because with what he just said, it makes perfect sense.]

No worries bb <3

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Exactly! Oh, he loves it when he doesn't need to explain himself.]

Might need some help back to the city, if you don't mind.

[He just raises an eyebrow and nods.] You're right, I wasn't.

Back from hiatus :D

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

Can you stand? If you can lean on me, I'll fly us back to the city.

yaaayyyy

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [And he does, thought it's a bit shaky.]

<3

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[She helps him wrap one arm around her shoulders as she slides one arm under his and across his back.]

Tell me if I go too fast, okay?

[And with them, she lifts them steadily off the ground.]

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

I should be okay. Don't worry.

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

If you say so. [Raven starts flying them over the wastes in the direction of the city. She's flying fast yet not too fast. She can tell he's still weak. It wouldn't do if he lost consciousness.]

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[He's not about to! He's just a bit shaky. Comes with coming back from the dead and all.]

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[Of course, but Raven can't know that. When they reach the Outer Wall, she turns to him.]

Are we heading back to your place or to the clinic?

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Um. My place'd probably be best.

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

Alright. Just tell me where to go.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand so he does, presumably!]