An Angel Over His Shoulder (John Hart/Open)

[Captain John Hart]

There was no place that John called home, no place where he felt he belong, no place where he wanted to be. He was a loner, a rouge time agent, a man who traveled and never stayed that long. If one where to take a look at his past, there were a few places where he stayed long enough that could be called home whether it was against his will or not. The only time he felt like he really belonged somewhere was when he was trapped in that point in time with Jack. For two years they were living together unable to move forward or past, just stuck. ”I am from no where.” He said in a cool and relaxed tone, giving nothing more than what he had said.

When he looked back around, he noticed that one of the statues had changed in position and he grinned. Finally, he figured out what the creature was and where it was. Oh, how he heard about these creatures before and knew what they were able to do but he also knew how to beat them. All it would take from him was to press a single button his Vortex Manipulator to get him out of trouble. There was no way he was trapped now or felt scared. Everything faded away only leaving him with the feeling that he won this one. That he now had a heads up on the creature.

”Yes I do know, gorgeous.” He kept his eyes on the statue for a moment more, looking him over. Too bad that this being was what it was. In all truth John felt the being was rather attractive and wouldn’t mind having some fun with him if he could. John swagger closer to the statue and reached up and ran his hand along the cheek before moving away, keeping his eyes on him until he had some good space between them then he looked away. ”So tell me your name, Angel.”

[The Angel]

The living heat of that hand on his stone cheek lingered, just barely, when he was finally free to move again. His own firm fingertips grazed over the spot briefly, before he moved, leaping from the pedestal and dashing across the little courtyard faster than the eye could have seen, if it wouldn't have stopped him in his tracks, instantly.

He stopped in a very particular spot, in just the right place behind and beside the tall blonde that he stood just outside the limits of his eyes' periphery. It gave the angel a partial view of the man's expressions, just a sliver of the motions of countenance that were such a vital part of human communication.

"There was a little one who called me 'Gabriel'. I don't understand, but humans, most of them anyway, seem to think that angels are a very different thing," for his part, Gabriel's features were almost always blank. Coming from a people who were incapable of even looking one another in the face, the motions of such were trivial, usually only an echo of an instinct from eons upon eons ago.

[Captain John Hart]

He could feel the being moving again the moment he looked away and when he turned to look at the spot where he had just walked away, he had noticed the creature had moved. Though John didn’t look around for the creature for it seemed to freeze each time he looked in its area. For the time being he wanted it to have the freedom to move and talk. The longer he could keep it talking the longer John could get more information for the creature.

Though he had to admit to himself the coolness of the stone felt good under his hand and wondered what it would be like to be blind folded and make love a creature like that. He couldn’t help himself with those thoughts, after all this was a man who found a dog gorgeous. When the being spoke again and said someone called him Gabriel, the name seemed to fit seeing how it had the shape of what people called angels.

Angels were not something John believed in or knew much about. ”Well then, I can call you Gabriel if you like if not another name can be found.” John wasn’t sure if he should call the being Gabriel or not but he wanted to make sure before saying anything. Last thing he wanted were for things to get off on the wrong foot after all of this. ”Humans from this planet and time seem to think everything needs to be fit into a category or have name for whatever it is.” That wasn’t something John was too fond of or cared much about. These humans were simple but they made for a good lay or for keeping away the boredom. Though currently, John was really drawn to the being behind him and wanted to know more.

[The Angel]

"It doesn't really concern me much, what others choose to call me," Gabriel dismissed. "But I expect you have some specific title. I'd love to know it. You quite stand out in this world, and I might want to look for you again."

Still stood at his favorite angle, he reached his own hand out then, loosely folded, so that he could run the back of his fingers over the brilliant scarlet fabric of the man's coat. It was not the sinister touch of the Weeping Angels that sent one hurtling through time, just a casual, innocuous caress. A curious gesture.

Other people didn't often touch Gabriel, and his species was obviously not naturally very tactile amongst themselves, but the angel knew that for other species such contact was tantamount to a need of survival. Human kind was one among them, and this particular individual seemed well made.

[Captain John Hart]

His real name was long gone and every place he had a different name, different title. The name he had picked to go by here was joke and being sarcastic when he had meant up with his former partner again. He couldn’t help but to play off that to get under Jack’s skin. As the creature spoke about not caring what he was called, John was glad that he wasn’t like the humans on this planet who were rather picky with their names. ”Seems to be a better than to call you then creature, don’t you agree?” He asked as he stood there, his hands coming to rest on his waist and his coat opening up a little more.

The coat was a little bigger on these days since he lost a good amount of weight in the past few months, not really eating or taking care of himself that well. ”As for my name, it doesn’t matter but I am known as Captain John Hart in these parts.” John had grown rather attached to the name and used it most of the time but only when he knew it wouldn’t come back to bite him in the rear.

His body tensed a little as he felt the hand running across his back but it didn’t take him long to relax into the touch. His jacket was very soft to the touch and had an almost like fleece feel to it but it was made from wool but it was lighter than a great coat. John had closed his eyes, letting a breath out slowly. The touch of the being behind him felt rather nice and he didn’t mind it all. Even if he was sent hurtling through time, John has his Vortex Manipulator to get him wherever he wanted to go without trouble.

John didn’t need touch to survive but he didn’t mind touch or contact it was rather pleasurable most times and something he enjoyed greatly. But it was something he could go without. Well he craved and needed Jack’s touched, wanted it more than anything else in the world and that was his weakness.

[The Angel]

"Captain John Hart," Gabriel repeated, etching the title into his memory. He didn't know much about names, but it seemed good. He decided he liked it.

"A military man. I've known a handful of those, however briefly." His fingertips left the end of the waist-length coat and dipped beneath it, coming in closer contact through the thin fabric of the shirt beneath. Feeling the taut musculature of the Captain's back, he mused, "Your kind is so very soft..."

Compared to the Angels, anyway. Gabriel knew enough about human kind to realize John would be considered a man of strength among them. Not the strongest, perhaps, but with an advantage of relative speed to make him dangerous to a bulkier specimen.

Gabriel, on the other hand, still retained a near marble firmness to his flesh. He was strong enough to tear men apart with his bare hands, and should someone be foolish enough to think he was vulnerable around the "soft" areas like the stomach, they'd find their fist broken if they closed their eyes and struck him there. It had taken heavy fire-power indeed to give him the scars that he bore.

Still, his fingertips held a living warmth while he was free of the quantum lock, and aware he was handling something more fragile, even broken at the moment, he treated John gently.

[Captain John Hart]

When Gabriel said his name, he wondered if it was a mistake or not giving the creature his name but it wasn’t like it was his real name and wasn’t one he was known for outside of Earth so there wasn’t too much harm in it. He never put too much stock into a person’s name or even bothered to learn them unless they really interested him like this creature had.

The last thing he was a military man unless the Time Agency could count as that. Sure he showed up through out history and took his place in a few battles through out time and space but he never enlisted or care much about one of those trained monkeys. He showed up to have a fun and enjoy himself in the process not to follow orders. ”I have seen a few battle fields in my time. One or two here on Earth.”

His eyes closed again for a second when he felt the cold toughness of Gabriel’s fingers closer to his skin, under his coat. John knew that the tee shirt he wore under was just a thin layer but one that was tucked into his pants. He swallowed hard as he allowed his mind to wonder how those fingers would feel against other parts of his body. When it came to him keeping in shape, most of the time he didn’t work out and when he did it was usually running from someone or fighting them. ”Should feel the skin of Narnkis. Their skin is softer than my coat is and such a lovely shade of light purple.”

John thought back to the time when he had been taken to a Narnki love house, what a night that was and such a wonderful time. He really should get back there sometime soon. John had his brain and speed on his side whenever he got into a fight. At least one step of ahead of his enemy no matter what and rather quick on the draw even though he didn’t have bulk on his size, he made up for it in other areas. Now if he were to get into a fight with one of Gabriel kind, he would have pulled out a hand grenade or something that would do heavy damage without hurting himself in the process.

However so far Gabriel had shown him nothing to warrant him doing anything like that. In fact, he was rather enjoying the treatment he was getting. His bad had been so tense from all the stress the pass few months that a simple touch like Gabriel’s was helping him to relax and get rid of that stress. He had noticed some of the marks on the creature’s body and wonders who brought him that harm. ”Could always make a blindfold and have some real fun tonight. Bet you would enjoy some other things I have in mind.”

[The Angel]

"I don't think I know the Narkin. I was born of a human mind, far from here, but perhaps it explains my affinity." There wasn't an excess of self-contemplation in the statement though.

"I'll tell you a secret," he confided, fingertips sliding gradually toward the place where an excess of body heat and biometric energy told him the captain's body was hard at work repairing the physical damage lately sustained. "Because you're one of the only creatures who have let me this near, knowing what I am, and the very first to offer to blind himself.

"Never hold my gaze. You might think they are nothing but dead, stone eyes when you see them, but if you let my visage take hold in your mind, it will tear its way out." Gabriel's tone lost its playfulness as he explained one of the lesser known risks of keeping his company. Those who gazed into the eyes of an angel never lived to tell the tale of it, and once the fledgling monster had been born, that unfortunate being's unsuspecting companions were usually the very first meal the angel ever took. Word did not often get far, especially where a plague of angels descended, and whole worlds came to ruin.

He wondered if that thought would dampen the blonde's friendliness and sense of ease.

[Captain John Hart]

”Not many know of them, they are a hidden race and only a few choice get to see, let alone do what I done with them.” He smirked, recalling some of the good times he had there and truly wanted to go back if he ever got the chance to. He could tell there was some self-contemplation from the angel’s voice and wondered what that was about but didn’t wonder enough to dig any farther into it. There were much better things to wonder about and enjoy at the moment that the rest could wait for another time if there was on. ”So, what made you want to follow me? Most end up dead when doing that.” He asked, finally wanting to know why he was choice to have an angel watching over his shoulder like this.

His brow rose up slightly when the word secret came up as he thought about what secrets this creature held and had to tell. As he felt the fingertips moving up towards his wound in his midsection, his body tensed up slightly for the area was still rather tender. The wound not even a day old yet and even though he was relaxed, John was still a little on edge after being hurt like he was. He never thought, Jack’s team would do what the doctor on his team had done. ”I am always up for something new and interesting and right now that is you. Besides, I know how to get myself out of trouble.” He grinned a little.

As he listened into what was being told to him, it would be something he would keep in his mind. Though he doubted he would ever do something like that, John never held a gaze with anyone. Unless it was Jack in bed, he loved seeing the look in his former partner’s eyes when he brought him pleasure and as he went over that personal edge. ”I lost my mind a long time ago, Gabriel. Or as some say, I never had a mind in the first place.” He joked. Though it was true, there was a large enough group out there that would list him as insane or close enough to it. John brought his one hand up to run his fingers across the back of the angel's hand lightly.

[The Angel]

There was a soft, chittering sound over John's shoulder when the man mentioned not having a mind, obviously implying there was no fertile ground for a new angel to take hold. Gabriel was quietly amused, and his alien laughter reflected it. Not the vicious scream that had split the night before, but still hardly human.

"You are unique. I could smell it, and I was bored, so I followed. When I saw you, I could hardly resist. You're radiant. You have moved through space and time, you still can," his thumb moved to brush over the captain's fingers where their hands touched. The universe was an odd place, shaping two extremely divergent species in so nearly familiar forms. "But here you are, standing beside the creature who came after you in the dark. If things had not turned out so amiably, you would have at least made an interesting hunt."

He leaned in against John's neck and drew a soft breath, tasting the non-terrestrial pheromones.

[Captain John Hart]

His head turned slightly when he heard the alien chittering, it sounded like it should have been a chuckle if the creature was able to chuckle. John was thankful it wasn’t the scream laughter he heard before. Mostly because of how close they were to each other and he pretty much liked his hearing how it was. It was just a reminder that he was with another being, non human along with the feel of stone like skin that was resting against him with just a thin layer of cloth between the creatures hand and his skin.

”Oh, you have no idea how unique I am.” John grinned at the one, unable to resist boosting about how good he was. Sure he was beyond self confident and had the charm to back it up but deep down there was a little part of him that was scared, that wasn’t so confident but it was hidden well and kept in the dark for no one to see. ”Keep up with that kind of sweetness and I might have to return the favor.” John teased but he was really having his ego stroked like that. It always made him feel strong and like he was that more special when beings told him things like that.

John moved his hand up the creature’s forearm after the other’s thumb moved across his fingers. With a little work and without protest from his body, John moved his hand behind and between them; he ran his hand along the angel’s stomach. Even though there was no warmth to the other’s body, it still felt wonderful to have a tender touch at the time being after everything that has happened. ”Time and Space is where I belong.” John admitted. No planet or place felt like he belongs there so he never stayed in one place for long.

”I’m not easy prey, doubt you would have walked with any prey tonight.” John wouldn’t have gone down without a fight, wouldn’t have given up until his last breath was taken but if came down to that, he could always teleport out. Use the rift to escape any troubles. John swallowed hard when he felt the angel leaning into, the breath against his neck, which made his pants, feel a little tighter. ”Keep this up and things might end up with a different kind of hunt tonight.”

[The Angel]

"If I understand correctly, that's some form of invitation?" Gabriel tilted his head with his curiosity. He was not greatly familiar with this part of behavior among species, but that very differentness fascinated him. That closeness his kind could not have, and usually did not want, but Gabriel was a more curious thing.

"You're the first to extend such a thing to me. And not out of facetious vulgarity, anyway." He had been told before by unhappy individuals exactly what he could do, and with whom, and where, on several occasions. His utter lack of any personal frame of reference left him quietly bemused on the matter.

[Captain John Hart]

”Of course it is, nothing less then one. So going to take or not?” John wasn’t one to be indirect. He was as straight forward as one to be, well almost to the point of being forceful when he wanted to be. It was a first time he came in contact with one of these beings, all the horror stories about them. All that made him want to meet one of these creatures and see who would come out on top, how much trouble he could cause one. It was just one fight he was hoping he wouldn’t come back from but now things were different…

Jack had gave him the chance to have a home, to have a place where he belonged and he wasn’t sure how to take any of that. Maybe now he was just trying to run away from it because he was afraid of getting attached, to having that hurt of loss again. ”I have my moments, stick around long enough and might end up with some of that vulgarity.” He smirked, John being John. His hand moved up the arm of the angel as far as it could be brought it back down, lacing his fingers with the stone cold fingers of the being behind him. Leaving the next move up to the creature to make instead of doing what he wanted to do. Wanting to see how this angel reacted and what it wanted.