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]

Happy with that answer, Jack picked up his fourth slice. the waitress came over and jack asked for water, and ordered Logan another beer. It was nice to see him relaxed and laughing.

[logan_echolls]

Logan knew he should stay steady, but he did let himself get just a little tipsy before they settled their bill and headed to the beach.

"I love the smell of the ocean," he said softly.

[im_torchwood]

"That, I do remember," he said to himself.

"What's your favorite part of it all? The ocean, the shore?"

[logan_echolls]

"What? You keep saying you remember. What do you remember?" Logan asked, frowning. "How long were you looking at my files? A crush is one thing, but I'm not spending a vacation with a stalker, Jack. Jesus. Boundaries, man. Boundaries."

[im_torchwood]

Jack wet his lips and carefully considered whether or not to tell Logan the truth.

"I can promise I'm not stalking you," he said. "And, yeah, I read your file. But if I told you why I remember certain things? You wouldn't believe me."

[logan_echolls]

"Yeah, I probably wont," Logan agreed. "You know what, enjoy the squids, I need to sleep. I'm tired and I want to get up early to catch some waves."

[im_torchwood]

Jack stayed seated as Logan made his excuses. He sat there long after Logan was gone. He sat there even as the place closed down for the night.

And then he finally went back to the hotel room. He'd hoped he'd waited long enough and Logan was actually asleep.

[logan_echolls]

The mini bar was a little less full, and Logan was out cold, dressed in pajama bottoms and stretched out on the left side of the bed. He was snoring softly, and he barely stirred as Jack entered the room.

[im_torchwood]

Jack never really slept much so he simply sat in the chair at the table. He plugged his phone in and began wasting time collection little gems and filling his basket. The sun began to rise and he checked his watch. Good time for the tide.

"Logan. Logan, wake up," he said as he gave the man a shake. "IT's time to surf."

[logan_echolls]

Logan wasn't happy about his hangover, and he rubbed his face as he sat up.

"I need coffee before I hit the waves," he groaned. "And a shower. I smell like beer."

[im_torchwood]

"You go shower, I'll order room service," he said as he backed off and went to the phone to order some coffee and whatever they could get for a good hangover breakfast.

[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."