Jack - Christmas

[logan_echolls]

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Sitting in the boarding area, Logan looked out one of the large windows, watching as planes took off and landed. In a way leaving London felt wrong- As though he was taking a time out from serving his sentence. Though working for Torchwood often felt the same way. He'd given up so much when he'd left America, convinced that it was for the greater good, and now- Now it seemed as though it had all been for nothing. Just one more fuck up in a long line of fuck ups.

He took solace in the idea that at least with Torchwood he stood more of a chance accomplishing what he'd come here to do, but that didn't really make it easier.

Glancing over at Jack, he hesitated slightly before speaking up. "What happens if there's no answers. No solutions?" he asked quietly.

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[logan_echolls]

Logan washed up quickly, his head pounding and the night before hazey.

"I don't even remember coming back to the room," he admitted, a towel around his waist as he dug through his bag. "Sorry for getting shitfaced on the first night. Guess I got carried away."

He pulled on his wetsuit, then tugged on shorts and a t-shirt over it before sitting down at the table.

[im_torchwood]

"What's the last thing you remember?" Jack asked, wondering if he'd maybe been blessed with a miracle. Maybe last night could be done over, a bit more subtly.

[logan_echolls]

Logan rubbed his face, then groaned.

"Pizza?" He replied, though he didn't sound sure.

[im_torchwood]

Thank. God.

"It was a good pizza. Sorry there's none left."

[logan_echolls]

"I'm pretty sure I had about a months worth of carbs last night, I'm good," Logan laughed.

[im_torchwood]

Jack relaxed enough he could laugh at that.

"Maybe we can do a no carb breakfast when you get done surfing."

[logan_echolls]

"Sounds like a plan," Logan nodded, smiling brightly. "Come on, let's hit the beach."

[im_torchwood]

Jack grinned, banged once on the table, then got up.

"I've always loved the shore. I was raised by the ocean."

[logan_echolls]

"Really?" Logan asked, leading the way out. "Where abouts?"

[im_torchwood]

"The east," Jack replied. It wasn't technically a lie, after all.

[logan_echolls]

"Like Myrtle Beach or something?" Logan asked. "Were the waves good?"

[im_torchwood]

"They were beautiful," Jack replied, a tad wistfully. "Haven't been back in years."

[logan_echolls]

"Maybe that should be your next vacation," Logan suggested. "I've heard trips home can be good for the soul. ...You know, homes other than mine anyway."

[im_torchwood]

Jack gave out a bitter huff of a laugh.

"Yeah...no," he said. "I'll stay right here, far away. Besides, there's beaches everyplace."

[logan_echolls]

"Except London," Logan snorted.

He rented a board at the beach, and while it wasn't as good as his own, it would have to do.

"Surfs up," he grinned, before heading out into the water.

[im_torchwood]

Jack was content to sit on the shore and watch him. He had an umbrella and a fruity little drink and he did love the view.

After last night he needed to be a lot more careful.

[logan_echolls]

Logan was content to waste the day in the waves, and it was late before he retired to the beach for drinks and food. By the time the sun set he was more than a bit tipsy and leaning against Jack as they headed back to the room.

[im_torchwood]

Liquor burned through Jack's system so he wasn't even buzzed. No matter what he drank he may as well have been drinking water.

"All right, come on. Don't lose your feet," he said as they got to their room and he had to fumble with the key.

[logan_echolls]

"I know exactly where my feet are, and my phone. Less confident about the room card... You have yours though, so that's good. That's fine," Logan laughed.

[im_torchwood]

"I'm pretty sure you left your card in the room this morning," Jack replied, popping the lock and ushering Logan inside.

[logan_echolls]

"I knew that," Logan lied, laughing a bit as he flopped onto the bed.

[im_torchwood]

"Of course you did. Here, let me help you get your shoes off," he said, hoping beyond hope the bed wouldn't get completely full of sand.

[logan_echolls]

Logan 'helped', trying to toe his shoes off, then eventually gave up and just resting against the pillows. He'd showered on the beach, and had changed into shorts and a t-shirt- The latter of which he soon began yanking over his head.

[im_torchwood]

Jack finally managed to get the shoes off and he stood up. Watching Logan struggle out of his shirt was bittersweet. Jack could recall him doing it a thousand times. And Logan had no idea.

[logan_echolls]

Logan tossed his shirt across the room, then flopped against the pillows again.

"I don't drink as well as I used to," he said, as if he hadn't always prone to getting just a bit shitfaced when he started drinking.