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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[im_torchwood]

Jack sighed, but laid his phone aside and took off his shoes and shirt. He walked to the other side of the bed and laid down.

"Happy?"

[logan_echolls]

Logan hummed and nodded, rolling closer and sprawling out.

[im_torchwood]

"Okay, but you've got to share at least part of the bed," he said, happy enough to be still and let Logan squirm around.

[logan_echolls]

"Mmm, fine," Logan agreed, settling on his side and tucking one arm under his pillow.

[im_torchwood]

"Best Christmas ever, am I right?" he asked, twisting and sinking so he could lay on his side facing Logan.

[logan_echolls]

"Better than being home in front of my TV alone," Logan admitted, moving closer and settling against Jack. He wasn't thinking though, just... Doing. letting himself be comfortable and close to someone else for a while.

[im_torchwood]

It was second nature to slip his arm around Logan to hold on.

God, he needed to be so careful. He had detailed memories that it seemed Logan just didn't have. A blank slate, as it were. All over again.

Part of him knew this could only end badly.

[logan_echolls]

Logan didn't pull away, instead settling against Jack and closing his eyes as he let sleep drag him under.

[im_torchwood]

There was literally no way he was sleeping now. How many years had he gone back and back to the simple peace and easy happiness of sleeping with Logan. He laid there, listening to the waves and the wind and the steady rhythm of Logan breathing.

"I'm doomed," he whispered to himself.

[logan_echolls]

Logan slept hard, though he did wake a few hours later, eyes slipping open in the dark space. He could feel Jack, could hear him breathing, and though he knew he should pull away and give the man some space, he settled in closer and let himself drift off again.

[im_torchwood]

Over the course of the night Jack slipped lower and lower in the bed until he was fully on the pillow and tangled under the covers with Logan. It was getting close to dawn when he finally closed his eyes and tried to take Logan's advice and just shut off for a bit.

[logan_echolls]

Logan always slept in when he could, but he eventually gave into the sunlight and carefully untangled himself from Jack. Groggy and a little hung over, he rubbed his face and headed for the shower, certain that Jack must still be asleep.

[im_torchwood]

Jack had gotten as far as dozing and just starting to dream. But when Logan got up and he lost his warmth, Jack was right back fully awake.

When the water began to run he got up and went to the phone, ordering up a greasy hangover cure of a breakfast, some good strong coffee, and some pills. Logan's head had to be killing him.

Then he got dressed and sat, as if he'd never been to bed in the first place.

"What'chu got for me, Twitter?" he asked his phone, calling up the app.

[logan_echolls]

His head felt too big and everything tasted like sand, but Logan wasn't doing too poorly when he finally emerged from the bathroom.

"That toothpaste tastes like garbage," he complained. "I can't find mine though," he admitted as he sat down at the table and looked out the window. "You'd think being in the Navy would have kicked that rich kid shit right out of me, but I still buy this stupid expensive toothpaste my mom used to buy me," he admitted.

[im_torchwood]

"Gotta have little luxuries. I'm sure good toothpaste is worth it," Jack replied without looking up. He was tracking a hashtag about good old Boris.

[logan_echolls]

"Yeah, I dunno, I guess," Logan replied, shrugging one shoulder. Unlike Jack, he was in no rush to look at his phone. He was kind of enjoying being unplugged.

[im_torchwood]

"Breakfast is on its way," he announced, again without looking up. "Coffee, and I wasn't sure what else so Ii just ordered a bunch a la carte."

[logan_echolls]

"Sounds good," Logan said, reaching across the table and taking Jack's phone.

"We're on vacation, Captain," he said, tossing the phone onto the bed. "No Twitter."

[im_torchwood]

"Oh, come on," Jack protested. "Something could happen. And I'd miss it."

[logan_echolls]

"So what?" Logan replied, in full 'who cares' mode now. "Look, let's do something you want to do today. You want to take some boring tour? We'll do it. You want to sleep on the beach? I'll turn you over so you don't burn," he laughed.

[im_torchwood]

Jack forgot his phone and looked at Logan. What he wanted to do. Well, now, that was dangerous.

"Let's explore," he said. "Maybe we can find a private beach."

[logan_echolls]

"Sure," Logan shrugged. "Whatever you want to do, let's just do it. We'll have breakfast and then head out."

[im_torchwood]

"Really? I mean, are you sure? It might mean hiking through the jungle," he hedged.

[logan_echolls]

"I can handle it, Jack," Logan smiled. "Don't worry about me."

[im_torchwood]

Jack smiled warmly in return.

"Okay," he nodded. There was a knock at the door and a server rolled in a tray with a selection of breakfast dishes, most of which was either fried, covered in cheese, or cripsed from fat. And the one that was red smelled awfully spicy. "Dig in."