for Jack (Sunday)

[sortofaman]

The skies could have been dark or sunlit, the truth was that the Doctor didn't know either way and didn't care. He was looking for Jack; he was looking for Jack because he hadn't seen him, didn't know if he knew, and he didn't really know if Jack would care.

But he needed to know either way. Because part of it Rob understood and part of it Jack would understand, and the two didn't quite mix together. And Rob was busy feeding Nate, and he had a moment or two to breathe if his chest would allow it.

That was all right. As long as he could find Jack, stepping through the snow, his own figure a lost man in a dark coat swirling just against the surface.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

The sun had begun to descend and Jack and Ianto had called off their search. Saturday as soon as Ianto had found him after training until dark, and then out again Sunday, they'd both come to the conclusion that no matter how unusual a vanishing it was, it was a vanishing. Gwen was gone. Nate remained. There was nothing they could do against the whim of the island.

His yurt was warm and he intended to keep it that way. He was out front, the axe ringing through Bohemia as he chopped wood for himself--and extra for the Weasleys, Bagoas, and Maureen. With the axe raised, he saw the distinct form of the Doctor coming his way in the steel-gray gloaming. One more strike and he began to collect several pieces of wood to burn.

"Doctor," he greeted, nodding to his door. "Come on in."