Have a Flash Fic or Two!
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anonymoose_au2:24pm: Well, my friend is coming over to hang out, so I figure I'll post these up since after that I'm going to church etc.
So here we go! Fun with Marek and Jax:
008. Weeks
“Owww, fuck!”
Jax groaned as he heard his partner stumbling around and cursing.
He tried to tell himself that Marek was drunk as usual and tripped over something, but part of him knew better…
It was happening again…for the third time.
Marek kept on swearing until Jax finally sat up and threw a pillow in his direction. “Shut up! I’m trying to think.”
“Forget that, no point in us both being in pain.” Marek, smart-ass as always shot back, but finally stopped stumbling around, falling into a chair instead and taking a look at his knee, which was sporting an extremely painful looking black and blue bruise.
A bruise that just last night had been hardly visible, now it looked just like it had when they had all-but crashed landed on this rock.
And that wasn’t the only thing that repeated itself, there was the fact they no longer owed fourteen nights rent on this room and more seriously and problematic that their ship, which had almost been repaired two times now was just as inoperable as it had been when they got here.
And most of the town wouldn’t know who they were, and all the pubs that Marek had got them thrown out of (OK, maybe Jax had had a bit to do with some of the fights) would let them in again.
Flipping open the cover of his wrist strap Jax stared at the numbers on the display. They still made no sense at all.
“Wow, that’s your big idea? Hope you didn’t hurt yourself there, Jax.” Marek rolled his eyes.
“Shut up,” Jax snapped, getting out of bed and going over to grab his partner’s arm.
“Hey!”
Jax knew Marek’s wrist strap wouldn’t display anything different, but he had to see.
“Fuck.”
“Coulda told you that, you don’t need to get grabby,” Marek made no show of pulling his arm away.
Jax let go of his partner’s arm. “What the Hell is going on here?”
Marek had the nerve to look exasperated at him. “If either of us knew that, we wouldn’t be here, nice enough place, but yeah, I wouldn’t want to live here.”
“This is serious! How long are we going to keep going in this…this… loop?”
“Do I look like a Time Lord or somethin’? I told you I haven’t got a clue!” Marek snapped back.
Jax wanted to slug him, he had no idea why, but no-one could piss him off more than Marek Vane.
“I didn’t expect you to, you’re useless.”
“Oi! Like you’re so much help, don’t see you gettin’ ice for this or anything,” he gestured to his knee.
Jax rolled his eyes in disgust. “What, you think I’m some sort of nurse?”
“Hmmm,” Marek looked at him as if deep in thought, tapping his lip with his finger. “Well, if you put on a tight white uniform –“
Jax didn’t let him finish, instead he headed for the door. “Shut up,” he said again, and glared at Marek over his shoulder. “You can stay here and bitch, but I’m going to do something.”
“Oh well then, I’m sure with Agent K’zechim on the case we’ll be outta here in a coupla weeks.”
Jax slammed the door, but Marek’s mocking laughter followed him down the hall.
Couldn’t that bastard ever be serious?
Heh, it's surprisingly easy to jerk Jax around...
And of course more serious business...just where did Marek pick up that other ring...the signal one...
081.How
So, how I’m gonna get out of this one?
I’ve been askin’ myself this for…I dunno even know how many days it’s been now - but I haven’t got any idea.
This is bloody embarrassing, I’m glad no-one I know is around to see this.
I was one of the best, nobody thought I could do it, but I showed ‘em, but right now…
I can’t believe I didn’t see it! I mean, come on, the kid was shackled and subjected to…well, stuff so bad even I don’t wanna go there and I just expected him to be fine?
How big an idiot can a person be?
But I didn’t see it coming, one minute Gray was the hero-worshipping, weak kid the next he had me pinned down garrotte around my neck and tellin’ me I better do as he says or he’ll kill me…slowly…starting with a bit of disembowelling and finishing with my head on a stick.
Yeah, was I ever glad I saved his arse.
So here we are on some dusty market outpost, with all sorts aliens hawking this, that and the other.
Gray’s behind me with a gun to my back and we’re collectin’ parts to build some bombs. I’ve always enjoyed makin’ bombs, but I don’t even know what we’re gonna use these for.
Except that we’re gonna use ‘em on Jax.
Which you know, isn’t exactly as bad as it sounds, what with him not been able to die and all. Gray knows this ‘cause I told him, so…
What the Hell is that kid plannin’?
All I know is he wants to make big brother suffer, for letting go of his hand (and I thought I could hold a grudge…), but as for the ‘how’…
A trilling voice reached my ears. “Always know where your friends and family are! All dressed up in a fine gift! Signal rings, get ‘em here.”
I darted my eyes towards the voice, one of those weird aliens with the tentacle lips and the changing colours was behind a stall with tray after tray of rings.
“Guaranteed transmission for five millennia! Through water, soil, air! You’ll be long gone before the signal is!”
Gray wasn’t paying attention, why would he, he’s looking for bomb parts, not jewellery.
Which was good for me…not that I had a clue how I was gonna use the thing, but hey you don’t become a top Time Agency without trying everything.
We were gettin’ closer and I stumbled, falling against stall, sending rings scattering, one into the palm of my hand, and the alien hawking them shrieking at me.
Gray shoved the gun into my back hard and cocked it, hauling me away from the stall.
“You idiot,” he hissed in my ear. “Trip again and I’ll blow your guts out.”
“Sorry, sorry,” I gave him my most innocent look. “Not used to walkin’ after…”
“Shut up,” Gray ordered, looking around to see if we’d attracted too much attention.
Not noticing as I pocket to green stoned ring into my pocket.
Maybe I’m not losin’ my touch as much as I thought…
And somehow, I’m gonna get Jax and me outta this.
That incidentally is one of the first scenes that flashed into my head when I started getting all fangirly over Torchwood, so I've been waiting to put that one up for a while.
Feedback is welcome! :OD
PS: I don't actually write these on the spot when I update them, I'm not that quick! I just have a weird compulsion to note how long it takes me to put up an entry...which is why I always have a start time on my entries.
So here we go! Fun with Marek and Jax:
008. Weeks
“Owww, fuck!”
Jax groaned as he heard his partner stumbling around and cursing.
He tried to tell himself that Marek was drunk as usual and tripped over something, but part of him knew better…
It was happening again…for the third time.
Marek kept on swearing until Jax finally sat up and threw a pillow in his direction. “Shut up! I’m trying to think.”
“Forget that, no point in us both being in pain.” Marek, smart-ass as always shot back, but finally stopped stumbling around, falling into a chair instead and taking a look at his knee, which was sporting an extremely painful looking black and blue bruise.
A bruise that just last night had been hardly visible, now it looked just like it had when they had all-but crashed landed on this rock.
And that wasn’t the only thing that repeated itself, there was the fact they no longer owed fourteen nights rent on this room and more seriously and problematic that their ship, which had almost been repaired two times now was just as inoperable as it had been when they got here.
And most of the town wouldn’t know who they were, and all the pubs that Marek had got them thrown out of (OK, maybe Jax had had a bit to do with some of the fights) would let them in again.
Flipping open the cover of his wrist strap Jax stared at the numbers on the display. They still made no sense at all.
“Wow, that’s your big idea? Hope you didn’t hurt yourself there, Jax.” Marek rolled his eyes.
“Shut up,” Jax snapped, getting out of bed and going over to grab his partner’s arm.
“Hey!”
Jax knew Marek’s wrist strap wouldn’t display anything different, but he had to see.
“Fuck.”
“Coulda told you that, you don’t need to get grabby,” Marek made no show of pulling his arm away.
Jax let go of his partner’s arm. “What the Hell is going on here?”
Marek had the nerve to look exasperated at him. “If either of us knew that, we wouldn’t be here, nice enough place, but yeah, I wouldn’t want to live here.”
“This is serious! How long are we going to keep going in this…this… loop?”
“Do I look like a Time Lord or somethin’? I told you I haven’t got a clue!” Marek snapped back.
Jax wanted to slug him, he had no idea why, but no-one could piss him off more than Marek Vane.
“I didn’t expect you to, you’re useless.”
“Oi! Like you’re so much help, don’t see you gettin’ ice for this or anything,” he gestured to his knee.
Jax rolled his eyes in disgust. “What, you think I’m some sort of nurse?”
“Hmmm,” Marek looked at him as if deep in thought, tapping his lip with his finger. “Well, if you put on a tight white uniform –“
Jax didn’t let him finish, instead he headed for the door. “Shut up,” he said again, and glared at Marek over his shoulder. “You can stay here and bitch, but I’m going to do something.”
“Oh well then, I’m sure with Agent K’zechim on the case we’ll be outta here in a coupla weeks.”
Jax slammed the door, but Marek’s mocking laughter followed him down the hall.
Couldn’t that bastard ever be serious?
Heh, it's surprisingly easy to jerk Jax around...
And of course more serious business...just where did Marek pick up that other ring...the signal one...
081.How
So, how I’m gonna get out of this one?
I’ve been askin’ myself this for…I dunno even know how many days it’s been now - but I haven’t got any idea.
This is bloody embarrassing, I’m glad no-one I know is around to see this.
I was one of the best, nobody thought I could do it, but I showed ‘em, but right now…
I can’t believe I didn’t see it! I mean, come on, the kid was shackled and subjected to…well, stuff so bad even I don’t wanna go there and I just expected him to be fine?
How big an idiot can a person be?
But I didn’t see it coming, one minute Gray was the hero-worshipping, weak kid the next he had me pinned down garrotte around my neck and tellin’ me I better do as he says or he’ll kill me…slowly…starting with a bit of disembowelling and finishing with my head on a stick.
Yeah, was I ever glad I saved his arse.
So here we are on some dusty market outpost, with all sorts aliens hawking this, that and the other.
Gray’s behind me with a gun to my back and we’re collectin’ parts to build some bombs. I’ve always enjoyed makin’ bombs, but I don’t even know what we’re gonna use these for.
Except that we’re gonna use ‘em on Jax.
Which you know, isn’t exactly as bad as it sounds, what with him not been able to die and all. Gray knows this ‘cause I told him, so…
What the Hell is that kid plannin’?
All I know is he wants to make big brother suffer, for letting go of his hand (and I thought I could hold a grudge…), but as for the ‘how’…
A trilling voice reached my ears. “Always know where your friends and family are! All dressed up in a fine gift! Signal rings, get ‘em here.”
I darted my eyes towards the voice, one of those weird aliens with the tentacle lips and the changing colours was behind a stall with tray after tray of rings.
“Guaranteed transmission for five millennia! Through water, soil, air! You’ll be long gone before the signal is!”
Gray wasn’t paying attention, why would he, he’s looking for bomb parts, not jewellery.
Which was good for me…not that I had a clue how I was gonna use the thing, but hey you don’t become a top Time Agency without trying everything.
We were gettin’ closer and I stumbled, falling against stall, sending rings scattering, one into the palm of my hand, and the alien hawking them shrieking at me.
Gray shoved the gun into my back hard and cocked it, hauling me away from the stall.
“You idiot,” he hissed in my ear. “Trip again and I’ll blow your guts out.”
“Sorry, sorry,” I gave him my most innocent look. “Not used to walkin’ after…”
“Shut up,” Gray ordered, looking around to see if we’d attracted too much attention.
Not noticing as I pocket to green stoned ring into my pocket.
Maybe I’m not losin’ my touch as much as I thought…
And somehow, I’m gonna get Jax and me outta this.
That incidentally is one of the first scenes that flashed into my head when I started getting all fangirly over Torchwood, so I've been waiting to put that one up for a while.
Feedback is welcome! :OD
PS: I don't actually write these on the spot when I update them, I'm not that quick! I just have a weird compulsion to note how long it takes me to put up an entry...which is why I always have a start time on my entries.
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