Jack Harkness

You can call me captain.

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coalhilldrharper:

“Caroling Jack? Really?” Owen raised an eyebrow in the other’s direction. “Don’t you think we’re a tad old for that? More likely we’d all get taken in for drunk and disorderly if we were to go around singing in the middle of the night, don’t you think?” his response was punctuated by a quiet chuckle and a little shake of his head.

“Christmas… bah. Humbug,” he muttered to himself. He looked down into his coffee for a moment, his voice intentionally not more than a whisper as he was trying to be subtle for once in his life. Christmas wasn’t much to look forward to by yourself now was it? 

Still, maybe River would be up for something… No. best not to go there. He quickly pushed the thought aside.

Raising his head, he shot Jack a cheeky grin, “I would think you would have secured yourself a permanent spot on Father Christmas’ naughty list by now, Jack?” he laughed, teasing Jack.

“You’re never too old for caroling, Owen,” Jack said. “It just depends on what sort of caroling you’re talking about. I’m thinking you in a tiny Santarina outfit, for starters. With bells on.”

“Still, though, how about a karaoke session? I’m sure some of you like singing.”

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“I can’t believe it’s December,” Jack said, putting his feet up on the table in the staff room. “What’s everyone’s plans for the holidays? And who’s up for caroling?”

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thehairfantastic:

“Ah, that would be me, I think,” James piped up from the corner, sticking a hand up in the air and waving. “I’m the new invading person. And what’s wrong with the coffee machine? Apart from the fact that it brews, well… coffee.” A slight sniff of disdain betrayed exactly what he thought of the drink. 

“I’m James, by the way. Hello! You might know my brother - he does teach here, at least when he’s not falling through wormholes and traveling in space and time. But I assure you, I’m nothing like him at all.”

Jack glanced over when he heard the unfamiliar voice, and had to check himself for a second.

Alright. Idris definitely had a good eye for people, he mused to himself. 

“Hello James,” Jack said, making his way over and holding out his hand. “I’m Captain Jack Harkness. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His grin might have been just a bit too bright. 

“You’re John’s brother? I like you already... but I have to say you two look nothing alike. And if you say you’re nothing alike, are you quite sure you’re related?”

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chrosetyler:

“Who’s new?” Rose asked, raising a brow as she entered the staff room. 

Of course she knew who was new, she’d literally ran into him one afternoon, but she couldn’t be confident in knowing that he was the only one. Glancing over at the coffee machine, Rose let out a snort before grinning at the handsome Captain.

“Maybe if it was a tea kettle you’d get more people excited about getting it working.” She paused and gave it some thought. “Has Mickey worked on it? Isn’t he the mechanic?”

“That’s what I want to know,” Jack said, shooting Rose a smile. “Since Coal Hill does hire the best looking people, I’m keenly interested in all new hires.” 

Though... there was something about the way that Rose was grinning that suggested that she knew more than she let on. “You know who it is, don’t you? Don’t give me that coy look. Come on, spill.”

Glancing over at the coffee machine, he shook his head. “I don’t want to trouble Mickey. Besides, this piece of junk wasn’t very good to start with. Maybe the reason why people around here aren’t excited about the coffee is because it was garbage to start with.”

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theprettywan:

Sipping his tea, Rory’s eyebrows shot up when Jack dumped his books on the table, and made his way towards the…. still broken coffee machine. 

“They’re invading?” he shrugged, sometimes he felt so removed from the rest of the staff, in the infirmary, he wasn’t sure which faces were new and which he simply hadn’t seen in a while. Reaching into his back pocket to grab his wallet, he pulled out a tenner and handed it to Jack. “Why not? Might be the afternoon jolt I’ve been missing.”

“Might be an invasion - at least I hear we’ve gotten a new face. Or two.” Jack shrugged. “But as you know, these rumours tend to get wildly exaggerated.” 

Stuffing Rory’s contribution into the envelope, Jack shot him a mock salute. “Thanks. And afternoon jolt? Don’t you drink coffee in the morning too? Like, you know, every other human being on the planet?”

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coalhilldrharper:

Owen had just entered the staff room and caught the tail end of Jack’s solicitation of funds for the new coffee machine. While he would most certainly welcome a working coffee machine, what he appreciated more was another opportunity to get under Jamison’s skin.

He sauntered up to Jack and opening his wallet, Owen fished out a 50 Pound note.

“Someone as lovely as you Songbird, shouldn’t be fetchin’ coffee for anybody,” Owen purred as he passed the bill over to Jack, “you keep your money darlin’, consider this payback for all that runnin’ and fetchin’ you were subjected to,” he grinned at her before it slipped into a bit of a smirk.

“Hello Jack,” he finally acknowledged the other man, “thanks for the warm welcome back by the way, means the world to me.”

Jack arched an eyebrow at Owen’s completely unsubtle flirting with Donna. “Subjected to?” he echoed. “Thanks for making us all sound like slave drivers.”

He still made it a point to pass the envelope to Donna first before passing it over to Owen. “And you know, I think Donna can decide what she wants to do and whether she wants to contribute, without you deciding for her. We do things as a team around here, ever heard of the word?” He grinned, well aware that he was being rude -- but it was Owen, after all. 

“And don’t break something trying to be nice. We have enough broken equipment around here without you trying to choke out a thank you,” he teased.

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msdonnanobleteacher:

Donna popped the earbuds out from her ears at the clatter of books upon the table and turned to see who made such a racket. She had been trying to go over the latest recording she made of her kids performing Tchaikovsky’s “Romeo and Juliet Overture”.  It was a bit ambitious, but they were SO close. Having her jump in on cello seemed to help she noted, but there was still something….

She was about to protest the interruption when she saw the exasperated look on their resident “Captain’s face.” With an exaggerated sigh, Donna fished a tenner herself from her handbag next to her.

“Oi, Captain Handsome,” she teased him, “I’ve got a contribution if it’ll save me from havin’ to run and fetch coffee for you lot. I did enough of that as an office temp thank you very much.”

Donna grinned over at him as she waited for the envelope to be passed her way.

Jack shot Donna a smile as he passed her the envelope with a bit of a dramatic flourish. “Captain Handsome, eh? That’s a better pick-me-up than coffee any day. And thank you -- I figure that we can get a decent expresso machine if we all chipped in. Or maybe a nespresso machine if we’re too lazy to grind our own beans. What do you think? What kind of coffee do you like?” 

Noticing the earbuds, he gestured at them with a nod. “So, what’re you listening to so intently? Anything good?” 

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Fright Night || Jack, James, Rose, John, Clara

So. Five teacher in a car, a two hour drive to Bristol, one pair of lovebirds and another three in a wibbly wobbly indecisive state of non-relationship.

What could possibly go wrong.

He’d swung by to pick them up in quick succession - not too difficult, seeing that the Smiths stayed together and Rose and Clara weren’t far away. 

Seating arrangements, he thought, were going to be a problem. Thankfully, he was the driver and if someone else wanted to drive, it would be over his cold, dead body. The other four could fight over the shotgun seat amongst themselves, though he had a sneaky suspicion that he knew who would win that fight. And as for the back seat... well. All bets were off for that.

“Right,” he said, as he swung by the last stop to pick up Clara. “Pile in, get comfortable.”

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Rose stared wide-eyed at James, excited to be going to the zoo with him. “The train sounds excellent, I always love to look out the window and watch the country go by…” she started to trail off before realising that there were others in the room.

Turning back around for a moment, she readied her tea and waited before realising that he had also asked her a question, causing her to turn back around. “Oh! Sorry, went into my own head for a moment, but I think I’m gonna do ‘the bride of Frankenstein;. Y’know but a bit more Victorian and less… Hollywood.”

She gave a laugh and nodded towards him. “And you? What do you plan to be?” She held her smile before being startled by another voice and causing her to look over and see Jack. Her smile lighting up once more she gave a pleasant nod. “Hello Jack! It’d be great to have you come along-” she gave a small pause, “-when did you walk into the room? Seriously, I always notice you, how’d you escape me?” But her eyes drifting towards James gave her that answer.

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Clara had basically gone unnoticed in the faculty lounge as she waited for the kettle to boil which… would normally bother her (having a big ego and all, she fancied herself the center of most any room she entered… in a totally non-self-centered way of course!) but having noticed rather quickly Rose and the new physics teacher were rather wrapped up in their own little world she chose not to take it personally. And really, it was rather sweet. Idris was probably going to eat them alive.

It wasn’t really until Jack piped up that she made herself noticed. “Make it four,” the words were out of her mouth before she even knew what she was doing. She hadn’t exactly planned on a trip to Bristol over the weekend (or ever, really if she were being honest), but she didn’t have any other plans so… why not? “Trips our best done in even numbers,” she reasoned. And anyway, she liked Jack far too much to subject him to a whole day of third wheeling on what she suspected was meant to be a date. One he was likely trying to make look slightly less suspicious. 

“I mean, if there’s room and all.”

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When had he walked in? Right when Rose was ogling James. Jack nearly let those words slip out of his mouth, before he just smiled. “While you were sorting out the tea,” he said. “You know me, I slip in and out of places without leaving a whisper of my presence. Lots of practice leaving before the jealous husband gets home.” He winked. “Or the jealous wife, for that matter.”

When Clara volunteered, Jack actually noticeably perked up - a rarity for Captain I’m-In-(Cruise)-Control. “For you, Clara? There’s definitely room. And I think we’re definitely going to need a chaperon.” 

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Oh. Rose had just agreed. Part of James’ mind was whiting out – but he thought he saw her grin, then change it into a more restrained expression. 

Was she angry at him? Had he just messed up his chances with her? He didn’t quite know. “Oh, it’s about two hours by train or car each way, which isn’t too bad, if you think about it. It’d be a bit of an adventure! Of course, we could always go to London zoo, but that’s a bit boring, don’t you think? Besides, I love train rides!” he was practically working on autopilot now, him holding his breath while waiting for Rose’s reply.

When it came, it made his heart leap almost right through his chest. I’d love to go with you, she said. Not, ‘I’d love to go’ or ‘That sounds fun’, but ‘I’d love to go with you’. 

Now, the only question was… how did he ditch anyone else who’d taken him up on the offer?

“Of course we get to dress up,” he said, trying to restrain the stupidly happy grin that was threatening to break out over his face. “What would you go as?”

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Jack wasn’t blind, and face it - even if he was blind, he didn’t need eyes to see that James and Rose were clearly head over heels for each other, and the two lovestruck idiots thought they were being subtle about it.

Rose was a good friend, and Jack rather liked the new physics teacher, even if they hadn’t really had the chance to meet yet, and he really didn’t want to see either of them accidentally trip up the school’s no canoodling rule or find themselves stuck in an awkward situation with too many fellow staffers around - which was a great way to ruin what was apparently a first date. At the same time, since James had so unthinkingly asked Rose out in public, tongues were sure to wag if they ended up going alone. Three, on the other hand...

“Count me in,” he said, raising a hand and smiling at Rose. “I can give both of you a lift down to Bristol, it’s been a while since I was last there.” 

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“So what’s this I hear about new people?”

Dumping a load of books on the staff room table, Jack headed towards the coffee machine...

Only to find that it was still broken. Or had been broken again. Staring at the blasted thing, he scowled for a second before grabbing an envelope. “Alright, guys. This is the ‘Buy Coal Hill an Expresso Machine That Actually Works’ fund. Start passing it around.”

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Text || Jack and Gwen

Gwen: Well clearly I'm not going to be able to plainly tell you that I haven't touched your bloody car, so fine, sure, I did it. Happy?

Gwen: Hah, sounds like Rhys after a few pints.

Jack: Ok, fine. I believe you. But anyway, the car's dead so don't touch it.

Jack: And I thought Welshmen could hold their drink.

Jack: And by the way, what have you done to my CD collection?

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Text || Jack and Gwen

Gwen: Considering London is a city that is /so/ difficult to get from point A to point B without a vehicle, no.

Gwen: Jack, your car's broken anyway, probably the starter or... something. I've not had anything to do with it, thanks.

Jack: Because you're the type to do everything the hard way if there's an easier way of doing it.

Jack: Listen, the car broke a few days after you arrived. It's not the battery or the starter, it's just deader than a doorknob.

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Text || Jack and Owen

Owen: Bite your bloody tongue! Cardiff! *shudder* The cheek!

Owen: Well in that case, guess I don't need to order pizzas for the gang.

Owen: I was actually gonna do it too. You know, to start the year off on the right foot with everyone and all.

Owen: Plus, I knew it would be the only way I'd get what I like on the bloody pizza.

Owen: *snicker* I don't doubt it. Don't keep pushin' your luck there Jack, or one of these days you might lose that immortal status of yours. ;)

Owen: Me? You know? I'm here. Alive. What more can you ask for?

(pause)

Owen: Actually, today hasn't been nearly as awful as I thought it might. Wasn't quite expecting that.

Owen: Still, a lot of new faces. Idris must have been on a hiring rampage.

Owen: You'll have to fill me in on all the newbies sometime.

Jack: I knew it. The only time you order pizza is when you want some for yourself.

Jack: I'm not sure you know what 'immortal' means, Owen. It means that I always come back.

Jack: I don't know. Not-zombie, perhaps? Are you still capable of downing a pint or two, or have you lost all alcohol tolerance?

Jack: Yeah, we picked up a few new faces, have you met them all yet? There's Donna - Idris decided to get serious about the music curriculum. Chris is new too, English grammar. Then there's this handsome fellow, Jack Harkness.

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Text || Jack and Gwen

Jack: Question.

Jack: Did you try to drive my car?

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Text || Jack and Mickey

Mickey: Oh. Well, can you blame me for jumping to that conclusion when it's you who's involved?

Mickey: Oh god. Who knows what he did to it?

Mickey: No offense. It's just... he's a psychics teacher and that's all well and good but that doesn't mean he's good at cars. I've known loads of smart people who are terrible under the hood.

Mickey: Next time, just come to me, yeah? I'll fix it for a beer and a pizza.

Jack: Hey, there's more to me than flirting.

Jack: There's my stunning good looks, for one.

Jack: Actually, maybe it wasn't James at all. Gwen's been staying with me, and maybe she took the car out for a spin.

Jack: Thanks Mick. What do you want on your pizza?

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Text || Jack and Owen

Owen: Well now, if it isn't Coal Hill's own Captain! My life is complete.

Owen: I'd love to be able to say, "It's nice to be back" but you know why bother lying straight away, yeah?

Owen: Besides, it had to happen sooner or later. Me comin' back and all. I couldn't deprive everyone of my company forever. Hardly seemed fair.

(slight pause)

Owen: Thanks, by the way. How've you been? I see no jealous husband (or wife) has done you in yet. Good sign.

Jack: Could be worse, you know? You could still be in Cardiff.

Jack: Trust me, Owen. We were doing just fine without you. Hardly noticed you were gone - except that there was a lot more coffee and pizza for everyone.

Jack: Not for lack of trying. Good thing I'm immortal and all. I've been good. And you?