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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 17, 2011 18:42:28 GMT -5
"Maybe..." Martha came back from the distance, her gaze returning to Owen in the here and now. "Suppose everything comes to an end, eventually."
She didn't really want to discuss all that though. As Owen pointed out, it was depressing, and she liked to pretend that it was so ridiculously far into the future that it didn't even matter. What her colleague now suggested unnerved her, that there was a fast-track to that blackened void which didn't involve a time machine and a pair of dashing saviors.
"So, you don't sleep then, not at all? Are you doing anything to rest your mind? Meditation or anything?" Back to being a doctor. Forget that Owen was technically clinically dead and just treat it as a very unusual and tricky set of symptoms to a chronic medical condition.
She took another good swallow of her tea and set it aside as she shifted her mind to the matter at hand. Then she moved to check the status of the samples Owen had provided, before moving to the equipment case and pressing her thumb to the biometric lock that secured it.
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 17, 2011 23:05:26 GMT -5
Owen stopped the conversation and sedated Janet. To push time forward the tool worked on wonderful on Janet. Owen was impressed. "I hope it do the same on a dead carcass."
The tool did not work on the carcass. "Oh well...Maybe the flesh is dead or not warm enough," he gave her a side look. "That be a nice addition to Torchwood," he was teasing her.
"Well, I asked you to come as a favor," he gone to a computer and press a few buttons and Captain John Hart's profile showed up. "Captain John Hart a time agent like Captain Jack Harkness," the dead man crossed his arms. "I will need you to do a little minor repair on him.." he sighed. "Here luv read John Hart's profile and I put Janet back in her cell. And while your browsing that I am going to insist you tell all about Jack Harkness. We the others had been fighting to learn more about him. More we are with him more a stranger he becomes to us. If you know what I mean?"
"And I be honest....I wanted you hear to tell me about Jack. So I tricked you, Martha sorry."
OOC and Owen knows Gylfie is not around and Owen is taking a FULL blow of opportunity. |
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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 17, 2011 23:31:14 GMT -5
Martha's spirits fell as the laser torch failed to knit the previously damaged tissue on the cadaver. "Well, it did work in some of the autopsies I assisted, but we'd only ever used it to seal up cuts the beam made."
She turned the device off and returned it to its secure casing, doing her best to mask her disappointment. "It looks like the wound edge is key. Perhaps the laser primes it some how, or maybe it just has to be fresh, but it doesn't look like I'll be putting your hand back together, yet. Don't think I'll stop trying."
She put on a fresh smile for him, then took the files offered. "A Time Agent?"
Now she was intrigued. Anyone who traveled through time and space was of interest to the former Doctor's companion, having lived that life and so few people with whom she could honestly share it.
"And you can try your hardest, Owen Harper, but you probably know Jack as well, if not better than I do. We traveled together for a bit, yeah, but there were things happening... Distracting, world-threatening things. I trust him with my life, but I doubt I keep any of his secrets." She gave Owen a sort of shame-on-you look that was mostly in jest. Like Jack she had a way of being evasive about her past. She chose the details she told carefully.
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 18, 2011 23:54:49 GMT -5
"Not even a dead man's wish?" he asked jokingly. He had tried the big dog eye look. "You are no fun Martha Jones and I was going to offer you a movie." It was movie because it could not be like outing at a restaurant.
He came back after locking Janet up. "I am still mad for you are not telling me about Jack. I should strap you down. And pull your teeth out..." he grinned. "It's okay. So what do think of this John Hart's file? And please no word to unit about knowing about Time Agents. Okay? Because I won't volunteer myself for them."
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 20, 2011 2:21:04 GMT -5
Ooc; Would you like Jack to join in now or would
you prefer Owen and Martha to finish their little
conversation? c:
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 20, 2011 17:08:56 GMT -5
ooc I let Martha decide. LOL
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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 21, 2011 3:17:31 GMT -5
((Ooc: Be my guest! The more the merrier! <but autocorrect made it "nerdier!" at first…))
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 22, 2011 4:24:23 GMT -5
Ooc; It's because nerds are merry. c:
Just before I jump in, I have a couple of questions.
Are Martha and Owen in any specific part of the
Hub or just the middle? Were they doing anything
super unique? From what I gather, they were
testing something and Owen just got back from
returning Janet to her cell.
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 22, 2011 4:42:16 GMT -5
ooc Correct! They are like at Owen's station.
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 23, 2011 21:01:56 GMT -5
It was very rarely Jack actually got into a groove while doing paperwork. Alien profiles, administrative permissions, bills - he had been through the lot and finished each and every one. Although there was a very strong ache in his neck and a knot forming in his shoulder, he knew it would be worth it. Ianto would be happy.
With a flourish, he rose from his seat and stretched. A loud pop, and several unnerving clicks, followed. With a satisfied sigh, he relaxed and fixed his braces, walking out of his office.
Jack strode to the edge of the overlooking balcony, searching for some of his team. The Hub seemed to be empty - whether due to the time of day or the lack of workload, Jack couldn't tell - except for Martha and Owen. They seemed to be in a conversation.
I could be sneaky and eavesdrop, Jack thought cheekily, a smirk dusting his face. Or I could stay here and see how long it takes them to notice me, which would be easier. Or, even better - his eyes had strayed to the coffee machine - I could make myself a cup of coffee.
It wouldn't be as good as Ianto's, sure, but as Jack headed down the metal rungs of a ladder and then through several cobwebs, he knew coffee was just what he wanted.
"Evening all," he called over to Martha and Owen. There was no way he could sneak up on them now.
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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 27, 2011 17:47:17 GMT -5
"Don't worry, Owen. UNIT's there to learn and combat hostile invasions, not lock up individual anomalies," Martha smiled again at Owen's teasing. "Otherwise I'd already have Captain Harkness in handcuffs, isn't that right, Jack?"
She raised her voice to call up to the man who had greeted them, smiling brightening a hundred fold. She put John Hart's folder aside and said a quick, "Just a moment," to Owen, then mounted the steps out of the medical bay quickly to return to the small kitchen space.
Seeing Jack again always warranted a warm embrace, and making sure to keep clear of his coffee cup, she did just that, putting arms around him for a tight squeeze. It didn't matter how many aliens or terrestrial creatures she handled with her fellow officers, none of them had shared the sort of experiences with her that Jack had. It was a little private club between them, survivors of the Doctor's life-changing influence.
"Sorry I didn't come up to see you, earlier," her business with Owen had just been so pressing. "I have missed you."
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 28, 2011 21:32:35 GMT -5
Owen turned to back to the work station. "Sometimes I feel like chop liver," he said. Other words pass Owen. He understand they are lovers but did not share it. No, he wouldn't think they are lovers. He just wanted to avoid being called one liner so all this mumble was Owen saying pass because he can spy by listening. Remember he had gone back to work with ears listening best he can. Have a good day.
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Post by gylfie2 on May 13, 2011 22:05:14 GMT -5
Ooc; Oh, God, guys, I am so sorry! I must be one
of the worst roleplay partners in the entire world.
I'm replying now, I promise.
Jack was busy studying the muddy brown liquid in his mug, swishing a mouthful of the foul brew in his mouth. It tasted similar to an armpit he had once - ah, accidentally - fallen into. He swallowed and gagged. Oh, the aftertaste was twice as bad - familiar, sure, but he couldn't quite pinpoint which body part it pertained to.
He was still trying to rid of the stink in his mouth when he felt Martha's arms wrap around him. The embrace was warm and, despite her small size, amazingly strong. He loved it when she surprised him like this. Not the visit, because he already knew she was here, but the undefined skill she had developed since their time so far back in the future.
Delicately, he placed a finger under her chin and brought tilted her head back, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Don't you worry about it, Miss Jones," he said, his usual charm oozing from every note. "You fit in so well here, it's almost like you never left... but I know for sure that Owen's been missing you. He won't shut up."
Although he was only joking, the Captain sent Owen a serious glance. Owen was Jack's only medical doctor, and a talented one at that, but if he were to use Martha in any way, shape, or form, then he would be kissing the bottom of the ocean before he had a chance to open his pretty little mouth. Martha meant too much to Jack.
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Post by Captain John Hart on May 22, 2011 0:25:53 GMT -5
John had been sticking around the hub ever since Jack asked him to stay. Sure Earth wasn’t his favorite planet and he was having trouble sticking in one place for long but this was where Jack was, where things were safe well outside of Jack’s team and their guns. He needed to recover from the gunshot wound thanks to medic on Jack’s team. All over something he had said to the other man. Well at least his jacket made it out okay.
The thing that had his mind racing and making hard for to settle down and get any rest. To avoid Jack’s team but mostly Jack, John had been sleeping and sticking to a spare cell that was empty. He had taken a blanket and a couple of pillows to make the cement bed slash bench a little more comfortable. And without Jack knowing, John had taken one the other man’s tee shirt to replace the ruin one. It was fair after all it was Jack’s medic who ruined his shirt.
He finally had made his way back up to the main part of the hub, he was in need of glass of water or maybe he would get lucky and find something with alcohol in it. John hadn’t really shaved the last few days so he had a bit of scruff going on. He stopped when he heard some voice talking; there was someone new in the hub from what he heard. So he carefully made his way around the corner, grinning when he saw a rather beautiful woman there.
John looked between Owen and Jack before speaking. ”Where were you hiding this beauty, Jack?” He flashed his signature smile at Martha as he leaned back against the wall. His arms coming to rest across his chest.
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Post by gylfie2 on May 30, 2011 5:24:06 GMT -5
Averting his gaze, Jack focused on John and smiled. He hadn't seen the other man properly for two days now, only glimpsing him as he darted through the shadows for the toilet or alcohol. It was nice to see him out and about, socializing.
"This is Martha Jones," Jack said warmly, shaking the doctor in his arms slightly. "She's one of my dearest friends, so you behave, mister."
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