Sam Linnfer (
necessary_child) wrote2009-12-29 01:31 am
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Behind Sam's door there are, as predicted, several dozen very unpleasant people with guns. If they look like soldiers, then that's because they are - some kind of mercenary, anyway. Beyond them, they appear to be in some kind of laboratory or medical facility: everything's white and steel, with a prominent scent of disinfectant.
Sam, his normally expressive face hardened and almost blank, his jaw clenched, forcibly shoves them backwards with magic that sends them sprawling into each other like dominoes, moving them just far back enough to allow one of the other two to shut the door.
Sam, his normally expressive face hardened and almost blank, his jaw clenched, forcibly shoves them backwards with magic that sends them sprawling into each other like dominoes, moving them just far back enough to allow one of the other two to shut the door.
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"Burn the lot of it."
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"After that, all the fire you want."
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"I think this place could use it, yeah?"
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He grins, and starts disconnecting wires.
Boom, baby.
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(This is not technically true: Sam obviously hates Atton even more than he hates Jack. But details.)
Sam eyes the tools on the sideboard: they crackle, fizzle and eventually begin to melt.
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Other perks, courtesy of Torchwood, include indiscriminate sexual encounters and really excellent coffee.
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Cheekily, "Not a prick?"
Beat. "No, wait, that's their leader."
He eyes the door. "Shall we away?"
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As he turns away, it fizzles with a smell of burning plastic.
"Lets," he says.
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He's calmer now they've left, less disorientated, though his eyes still glitter dangerously. "I think I can find my stuff."
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"I knew an architect one time who would have had a fit."
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"Well, it may take some going around the houses to get to it... I don't exactly have a mental map."
A pause, and suddenly he looks a lot happier.
"Unless we just... demolish all the walls in our way."
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Beat.
"Good god, when did I become the voice of reason?"
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"Who are you and what the hell have you done with the real Jack Harkness!"
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"You know, I came along to take a break from Torchwood."
Behave, children!
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"Then have a Kit-Kat," Sam suggests, before pointing. "And then go this way."
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