Tag Archives: detectivejackharkness

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

“I’m the help,” she told Jack. “People don’t help me, I help them. It’s the way it works. I accept that. I just — sometimes I have to get away. I have to run and hope I can run fast enough to escape myself.” Reaching out, Summer touched Jack’s arm. “Please don’t let my hurting make you hurt. I couldn’t bear that.”

He looked at her hand on his arm. “… But what if I want to help you so you don’t feel like it’s too much?” He asked softly, smiling at her. “You don’t always have to be the one taking everything on..” 

“I don’t suppose I can stop you if you feel that way.” A very faint smile crinkled around her eyes. “Though I’ve no idea what you think you can do.” Summer let her hand fall, wrapping both arms around herself.

He shrugged a shoulder. “I could be your friend?” Although he shied away from the idea of ‘friends’ or anyone closer than an acquaintance.

“You don’t really want that,” Summer commented softly. “I wonder why? What is it you do want? The shadows run very deep in you, honey.” She looked him up and down, distracted out of her funk. “There’s such a sense of age about you.”

“Shadows.” He muttered, raising an eyebrow. “Are you some sort of magic being?” He laughed quietly, looking her over again, uncertain now.

Summer conceded, “That’s … one way to put it.” The incipient smile lines vanished.  ”And now you know why I carry so much. What you feel now. I know too much, and it frightens you.”

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

“I’m the help,” she told Jack. “People don’t help me, I help them. It’s the way it works. I accept that. I just — sometimes I have to get away. I have to run and hope I can run fast enough to escape myself.” Reaching out, Summer touched Jack’s arm. “Please don’t let my hurting make you hurt. I couldn’t bear that.”

He looked at her hand on his arm. “… But what if I want to help you so you don’t feel like it’s too much?” He asked softly, smiling at her. “You don’t always have to be the one taking everything on..” 

“I don’t suppose I can stop you if you feel that way.” A very faint smile crinkled around her eyes. “Though I’ve no idea what you think you can do.” Summer let her hand fall, wrapping both arms around herself.

He shrugged a shoulder. “I could be your friend?” Although he shied away from the idea of ‘friends’ or anyone closer than an acquaintance.

“You don’t really want that,” Summer commented softly. “I wonder why? What is it you do want? The shadows run very deep in you, honey.” She looked him up and down, distracted out of her funk. “There’s such a sense of age about you.”

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

Another shrug. “Myself. They say hell is other people. It’s not. Hell is yourself.” Summer looked up at the man — Jack Harkness, he’d called himself — a world of aching sadness in her face. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but thanks for asking.”

“Yourself?” He started to frown slightly, his own thoughts going about what she’d just said. “…You are right, Summer, Hell is yourself. But, you can’t let that control your actions.. you can ask for help.” He shrugged, not really knowing what else to say about the subject. His hand dropped from her shoulder and he sighed. 

“I’m the help,” she told Jack. “People don’t help me, I help them. It’s the way it works. I accept that. I just — sometimes I have to get away. I have to run and hope I can run fast enough to escape myself.” Reaching out, Summer touched Jack’s arm. “Please don’t let my hurting make you hurt. I couldn’t bear that.”

He looked at her hand on his arm. “… But what if I want to help you so you don’t feel like it’s too much?” He asked softly, smiling at her. “You don’t always have to be the one taking everything on..” 

“I don’t suppose I can stop you if you feel that way.” A very faint smile crinkled around her eyes. “Though I’ve no idea what you think you can do.” Summer let her hand fall, wrapping both arms around herself.

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

“Nice to meet you Summer.. What a beautiful name.” He kept his smile, despite the lack of a return. “What brings you to this part of town?” 

“I’m just wandering. Running away.” She shrugged a shoulder, wondering why this stranger, of all people, should care to talk to her. Was the darkness written on her face so clearly then, that anyone could see it?

He blinked. “Running away? Now.. Why are you running away, mm?” Jack put a gentle hand on her shoulder, “What would a pretty girl like yourself be running away from?” 

Another shrug. “Myself. They say hell is other people. It’s not. Hell is yourself.” Summer looked up at the man — Jack Harkness, he’d called himself — a world of aching sadness in her face. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but thanks for asking.”

“Yourself?” He started to frown slightly, his own thoughts going about what she’d just said. “…You are right, Summer, Hell is yourself. But, you can’t let that control your actions.. you can ask for help.” He shrugged, not really knowing what else to say about the subject. His hand dropped from her shoulder and he sighed. 

“I’m the help,” she told Jack. “People don’t help me, I help them. It’s the way it works. I accept that. I just — sometimes I have to get away. I have to run and hope I can run fast enough to escape myself.” Reaching out, Summer touched Jack’s arm. “Please don’t let my hurting make you hurt. I couldn’t bear that.”

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild started following you

[[ WELCOME ]]

*half-hearted wave, barely looking up*

*blinks and pauses, smiling gently* Detective Jack Harkness.. and who are you, lovely? 

“Summer. Summer Rainault.” Her green eyes look somehow bruised, and there’s no return smile.

“Nice to meet you Summer.. What a beautiful name.” He kept his smile, despite the lack of a return. “What brings you to this part of town?” 

“I’m just wandering. Running away.” She shrugged a shoulder, wondering why this stranger, of all people, should care to talk to her. Was the darkness written on her face so clearly then, that anyone could see it?

He blinked. “Running away? Now.. Why are you running away, mm?” Jack put a gentle hand on her shoulder, “What would a pretty girl like yourself be running away from?” 

Another shrug. “Myself. They say hell is other people. It’s not. Hell is yourself.” Summer looked up at the man — Jack Harkness, he’d called himself — a world of aching sadness in her face. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but thanks for asking.”

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild:

detectivejackharkness:

iamthefirechild started following you

[[ WELCOME ]]

*half-hearted wave, barely looking up*

*blinks and pauses, smiling gently* Detective Jack Harkness.. and who are you, lovely? 

“Summer. Summer Rainault.” Her green eyes look somehow bruised, and there’s no return smile.

“Nice to meet you Summer.. What a beautiful name.” He kept his smile, despite the lack of a return. “What brings you to this part of town?” 

“I’m just wandering. Running away.” She shrugged a shoulder, wondering why this stranger, of all people, should care to talk to her. Was the darkness written on her face so clearly then, that anyone could see it?