Resolving Issues

[the_blaidd_drwg]

Who: Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness
When: Afternoon, after Jack spends the morning with Martha
Where: Lounge
Summary: Rose is still irritated at Jack's attitude in the lobby and it turns out they have some issues to work out between them.



Rose was still grumbling about Jack that afternoon, completely unable to understand where his bout of attitude had come from. It was completely beyond her comprehension no matter how many times she analyzed the situation. Of course, her irritation at the entirety of said situation probably didn't help matters any, and, as predicted, she did feel bad about how she'd reacted to the new arrival's insistence on knowing what was going on, but with everything else that had been going on lately, she just couldn't take it anymore.

Normally these things wouldn't have continued to bother her so much, especially the bit with Jack, but she had very few acquaintances in the hotel, and even fewer of them were what she could consider friends. Martha didn't know her, just of her, and Rose could easily tell what the other woman's opinion of her had been before they'd met. Jack was the only one who really knew anything, the one she'd been close with so long ago. It mattered to her that he'd acted that way at all, and that she may have helped to cause it.

She needed to do something was what it came down to. She had all sorts of pent up energy from just milling around the damned hotel and there were only so many banana daiquiris a girl could drink before she really started to just look pathetic.

So she forced herself out of bed, where she'd been alternately moping and seething, and got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that, like all the other clothes the hotel had swiped from her TARDIS, was just slightly too big for her. Her sonic screwdriver went in her pocket like always, along with her assortment of keys, and then she pulled on her boots and set off. A good bit of wandering never hurt anyone.

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[capj_harkness]

He resisted slightly when she slipped out of his grasp, but he wasn't going to hold her there if she didn't want to be there. His gaze shifted to the ground at her feet. He was silent until she finished speaking.

"I thought you were dead," he said numbly. "I worked for Torchwood Cardiff when Canary Wharf happened. We had to clean up the mess. I saw the list of the dead. I thought you were dead for a year. Then I found the Doctor and he told me what happened." He looked up at her face, his expression had become a little miserable at the thought that she'd misinterpreted his previous hesitation. "I can't say that I missed you, Rose. The word is too small."

[the-blaidd-drwg.livejournal.com]

His expression told exactly how she felt as she realized how wrong she'd been in her interpretation of his response. Absolutely miserable. She returned to her place on his lap, wrapping her arms around him because she so desperately wanted to be close to him again, and she quietly admitted, "Part of me never wants to leave this place, 'cause then I'll lose you again." Just the thought of it made her arms tighten around him. "I need you in my life, Jack. 've lost everything else that used to make sense."

[capj_harkness]

He gave her a little reassuring squeeze. He looked up at her face. "You don't need me," he told her. "The pain does go away eventually." He offered her a smile next. "And if it makes you feel any better, I'm having my doubts about us being able to get out of here anyway."