Looking For Trouble (Gwen/Open)

[Captain John Hart]

John had noticed the eye roll Owen gave and wait for the other man to turn his back before his stuck his tongue out at him. Sure John was being a little childish but at the moment, he didn’t care. After all it was Owen. He would have liked to do more than that but he was here trying to be good for once but it was struggle with each passing moment and the more he had to deal with the medic. If Ianto would around, he sure things would have been more interesting but Eye Candy wasn’t here and John was left to deal with the medic instead. And Jack was no problem for him; he wasn’t here to try anything not even with Jack. All he had come to do was help out and instead he got shot for his effort.

When the smock shirt was tossed at him, he held it up and glanced over, ignoring the pain. A brow was raised and he glanced over at Jack. ”Can I just have my shirt back. Don’t care about the blood.” He sat the smock shirt down. John was rather picky when it came down to clothing. Mostly coming down to the feel of it and the style. He never strayed too far from a simple tee shirt and jeans. A tilt of his head was given up at the stairs wondering what crawled into the medic’s rear but before he could think too much about it, he was getting nudge by Jack.

”Might want to send him some roses then Jack or maybe a huge pair of tweezers to pull the crab out of his rear. Then see how much he loves you.” He smirked before it faded away. A deep breath was taken as he pulled his one knee up to the table and rested his head upon it. John was tired but he couldn’t give into sleep yet, not ready to deal with the nightmares again. He didn’t want Jack to find out about him slowing down his heart rate, it was the only way he could stay relaxed these days. He knew there was risk in keeping running slow for a long period of time but he didn’t care.

”I should get going before Gwen or Ianto tries to shoot me next, maybe both of them will do it at the same time and get it over with.” He knew he was in no shape to be moving around yet but that wouldn’t stop him nor slow him down any. He just hoped that he could stand up without hitting the floor again. Only he would be the kind of man who be laying on death's door stop on moment and the next ready to go out and get into more trouble.

[gylfie2]

Jack hopped to his feet and wandered to an in-built cabinet, opening the top drawer and removing John's jacket. It was the least Jack could do. His medic had just shot his former partner, after all.

"I doubt that a crab would climb up there again..." he said cheekily, laying the red jacket flat over the blue smock. "... especially after last time."

He got back up onto the metal table, his feet dangling over the edge.

Although he felt guilty for even considering it, Jack didn't want John to go. They had had so many great times together and even more worse ones. After John tried to blow the whole of Cardiff to smithereens, Jack wasn't sure he could forgive him, but he knew he had to try and, well, it wasn't too hard to do that.

"Don't go," he said simply. "Gwen won't shoot you. Ianto will consider it, but he won't shoot you either. Show them what a great guy you are. Stay for dinner, stay the night; I don't mind. We have spare rooms."

[Captain John Hart]

John watched Jack get up and move over to some cabinet. There was slight smile when he seen his jacket gets pulled out. Thankful that at least someone had respect for that jacket. Sure it was flashy and looked like something that should be in a pirate movie but he loved that jacket. It had become his identity after a couple days of having it. Before, his jacket was some old leather thing.

Then came the talk about the crab again, his brow was raised. ”Wait a second… You're telling me that a crab really crawled up there?” He was having a bit of trouble believing that truly happened but it really did explain a lot. John was hoping that Jack would get into more details about what happened with that but he could always dig into it a bit later but glad things were no longer serious.

He picked up his coat and slid it on gingerly, leaving the smock there. He could find a tee shirt somewhere else later. John glanced his jacket over. ”Well at least the bullet only damaged me.” He rather take a bullet than have his jacket pay the price. He knew it would need to be cleaned. After Jack got back on to the table, he reached over and gave Jack another light push just for the heck of it. It had been too long since they had a moment like this where the can be two boys just being boys again.

When he had taken down Cardiff well tried to, he really didn't have a choice. It was either him or the city. John opted for the choice to live and fight another day. Could on really blame him for it? He looked total shocked when the simple don't go came out. His eyes glanced over at Jack wondering if there was some alien sucking out his brain. John reached over and pulled Jack closer to him, well tried to. His eyes glancing over the other man ”Okay what did you do with the real Jack Harkness?” He was joking around.

A deep breath was taken, wincing slightly. Maybe this was his chance to show that he wasn't always the bad guy, gain some good ground with them. ”Well as that crab stays out of my rear, there is only one thing I rather have up there. I can stay” Dinner wasn't something he was big into at the moment. He had started eating once a day, if that. Not able to get into the mood to really eat anything lately. But with Jack here and after what happened, he knew he would have to end up eating something or he would be back down here. ”Guess you knew I lied to Owen earlier? Tired of being poked and prodded…well maybe not prodded depending on what kind.”

[gylfie2]

Ooc; This was finished, right? I'm pretty sure we
moved on to something else. I'll check through my
other roleplays tomorrow. If you did want to keep
this one going, however, just drop me a line.

[Owen Harper]

ooc That's what I thought