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donutsweeper) wrote2008-03-28 07:02 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-03-28 07:02 pm
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Loving Reminders
Title: Loving Reminders
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Jack Harkness/Logan Cale, rated PG-13
Word Count: 781
Summary: Jack tries to teach Logan that physical changes can be overcome.
Author's Note: Dark Angel/Torchwood crossover. Set during the three month period after Logan was shot before Max came to see him.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Jack Harkness/Logan Cale, rated PG-13
Word Count: 781
Summary: Jack tries to teach Logan that physical changes can be overcome.
Author's Note: Dark Angel/Torchwood crossover. Set during the three month period after Logan was shot before Max came to see him.
Logan had barely been out of the hospital a week when he got the call he had been half expecting and vaguely dreading. He hadn't had time to say anything before an unmistakable and unforgettable voice boomed out: “I’ve got a bottle of 1954 Glenfarclas single malt whisky with our names on it.”
“Jack?” Logan eyed his wheelchair nervously. “Somehow you always know when things have gotten a bit . . . hectic here. But, I’m afraid now’s not such a good time.”
“I saw the news, I know what’s happened.” There was the slightest of pauses to allow Logan to digest that tidbit. “It’s the perfect time.” And then there was a knock on the door.
“Jack,” Logan was pleading now.
“Open the door, Logan. You know that I’m coming in, no matter what. You may as well pretend it’s by your invitation.”
“Please, Jack, I can’t.” Logan dropped the phone to the floor, turning and wheeling away from the front door, desperate to escape the sounds of the lock being picked and the door opened. Suddenly a hand was on his shoulder, halting his movements. “Jack, please. I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Like what? Unshaven?” Jack didn’t move his hand. “I’ve seen that before. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you clean shaven.” Then Jack was there, kneeling next to Logan. “Look at me.” Jack stroked Logan’s cheek before taking his friend’s chin in his hand. He slowly lifted Logan’s face until Logan had no choice but to look him in the eye. “You haven’t changed. Not in any way that matters.” Jack leaned over, pulling Logan into a long, deep kiss.
Logan pulled back. “Jack, I can’t ask you to . . . ”
“To what?” Jack interrupted, grabbing onto the wheelchair before Logan could wheel himself away. “To make love to a beautiful man?”
Logan refused to meet Jack’s eye. “You know what I mean.” He slammed his fist onto his lap. “These useless legs.” When he continued, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I’d rather you remember how I was when we were together last time, not what I am now.”
“This,” Jack gestured to the wheelchair, “this doesn’t change who you are.” His fingers danced over Logan’s chest, tweaking a nipple through the shirt. “You’re still one hell of a sexy man, Logan Cale, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. And if things are a little different in the bedroom now?” Jack shrugged. “I have no problem with that.” He brought the wheelchair closer, locking the brakes as he gave Logan another kiss, this one sharp and passionate. “And neither should you.”
“I don’t know how I can . . . I mean, what I can . . . ” Logan took a deep breath, and then looked Jack squarely in the eye. “I don’t need your pity. And I don’t have time for it. I have work to do.”
“Business as usual for the great and powerful Eyes Only?” Jack rested his left hand lightly on the back of Logan’s neck, stroking gently with his thumb, and keeping Logan from trying to get away.
“There is more to fighting corruption and greed than being able to walk. Even in this stupid chair I’m still Eyes Only.”
“You’re still Logan Cale too.” Logan stiffened slightly under his touch. “The chair doesn’t change that either.” Jack reached into the pocket of his greatcoat and pulled out a bottle. “I know you usually prefer your fancy pre-pulse wines, but this is from my private stash. Do you remember the last time we shared a bottle?”
“I’d leaked the location of the gunrunners, not knowing what they really were or that they’d try to retaliate. I thought I’d gotten you killed.” Logan shook his head sadly, caught in the memory. “Of course, I found out later I had.”
“But you made up for it in the best possible of ways.” Jack smiled. “You made me feel alive again that night.” He ran his hand down Logan’s arm and squeezed his hand before bringing it up for a kiss. “Let me do the same for you.”
“I don’t know what I can . . . if I can . . . ” Logan avoided looking Jack in the eye, a slight flush creeping into his cheeks.
“There is a lot more to making love than the act of sex itself.” Jack turned Logan’s hand over and kissed the palm before releasing it. “And trust me, I know quite a bit about making love.”
“I don’t know.” Logan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I might have to insist you prove that.”
“I think I’m up for the challenge. Here.” Jack handed Logan the whisky. “I’ll grab glasses. Meet you in the bedroom?”
“Let’s roll.”
“Jack?” Logan eyed his wheelchair nervously. “Somehow you always know when things have gotten a bit . . . hectic here. But, I’m afraid now’s not such a good time.”
“I saw the news, I know what’s happened.” There was the slightest of pauses to allow Logan to digest that tidbit. “It’s the perfect time.” And then there was a knock on the door.
“Jack,” Logan was pleading now.
“Open the door, Logan. You know that I’m coming in, no matter what. You may as well pretend it’s by your invitation.”
“Please, Jack, I can’t.” Logan dropped the phone to the floor, turning and wheeling away from the front door, desperate to escape the sounds of the lock being picked and the door opened. Suddenly a hand was on his shoulder, halting his movements. “Jack, please. I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Like what? Unshaven?” Jack didn’t move his hand. “I’ve seen that before. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you clean shaven.” Then Jack was there, kneeling next to Logan. “Look at me.” Jack stroked Logan’s cheek before taking his friend’s chin in his hand. He slowly lifted Logan’s face until Logan had no choice but to look him in the eye. “You haven’t changed. Not in any way that matters.” Jack leaned over, pulling Logan into a long, deep kiss.
Logan pulled back. “Jack, I can’t ask you to . . . ”
“To what?” Jack interrupted, grabbing onto the wheelchair before Logan could wheel himself away. “To make love to a beautiful man?”
Logan refused to meet Jack’s eye. “You know what I mean.” He slammed his fist onto his lap. “These useless legs.” When he continued, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I’d rather you remember how I was when we were together last time, not what I am now.”
“This,” Jack gestured to the wheelchair, “this doesn’t change who you are.” His fingers danced over Logan’s chest, tweaking a nipple through the shirt. “You’re still one hell of a sexy man, Logan Cale, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. And if things are a little different in the bedroom now?” Jack shrugged. “I have no problem with that.” He brought the wheelchair closer, locking the brakes as he gave Logan another kiss, this one sharp and passionate. “And neither should you.”
“I don’t know how I can . . . I mean, what I can . . . ” Logan took a deep breath, and then looked Jack squarely in the eye. “I don’t need your pity. And I don’t have time for it. I have work to do.”
“Business as usual for the great and powerful Eyes Only?” Jack rested his left hand lightly on the back of Logan’s neck, stroking gently with his thumb, and keeping Logan from trying to get away.
“There is more to fighting corruption and greed than being able to walk. Even in this stupid chair I’m still Eyes Only.”
“You’re still Logan Cale too.” Logan stiffened slightly under his touch. “The chair doesn’t change that either.” Jack reached into the pocket of his greatcoat and pulled out a bottle. “I know you usually prefer your fancy pre-pulse wines, but this is from my private stash. Do you remember the last time we shared a bottle?”
“I’d leaked the location of the gunrunners, not knowing what they really were or that they’d try to retaliate. I thought I’d gotten you killed.” Logan shook his head sadly, caught in the memory. “Of course, I found out later I had.”
“But you made up for it in the best possible of ways.” Jack smiled. “You made me feel alive again that night.” He ran his hand down Logan’s arm and squeezed his hand before bringing it up for a kiss. “Let me do the same for you.”
“I don’t know what I can . . . if I can . . . ” Logan avoided looking Jack in the eye, a slight flush creeping into his cheeks.
“There is a lot more to making love than the act of sex itself.” Jack turned Logan’s hand over and kissed the palm before releasing it. “And trust me, I know quite a bit about making love.”
“I don’t know.” Logan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I might have to insist you prove that.”
“I think I’m up for the challenge. Here.” Jack handed Logan the whisky. “I’ll grab glasses. Meet you in the bedroom?”
“Let’s roll.”