Eighth Rift

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WHAT: Jack's Dreamscape
WHO: Jack Harkness and anyone who wants to join. The more the merrier.
WHEN: Nighttime, Thurs-Sun

The location is not immediately identifiable, and rather lonesome, though the warmth of the light from the computers and desk lamps gives off an adequate glow by which to see. It appears to be some kind of underground facility with some impressive technology and... was that a pteranodon that just came soaring overhead? It doesn't matter, it flew out of sight anyhow. One of the computers appeared to be linked to a few CCTV camera feeds and had been left running by its operator. There were no signs of life, save for the flying beast and the light coming from the office up the stairs and over the catwalk. There is much to explore in this dream. Or is it a memory? Is there a difference?

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And just behind him, a heavy gear-like door was rolling to the side, and practically tumbling through was Jack and unmistakably another man, each struggling and clawing at one another to rend the other's clothes from his body. It wasn't until Jack's shirt was deposited on the floor and his mouth practically glued to the other man's neck that Jack's partner froze and met the sight of Rory. "Jack?" said the Welshman, "I think we've got company."

In a somewhat irritated fashion, Jack reluctantly pulled his mouth from around his partner's neck and detached his hands from his belt. It took him a moment to recognize Rory, but when he did so, a curious smile crossed his face. "Rory Williams. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

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"Oh!" Rory ineffectively waved his hands in front of his face, before finally just covering his eyes.

"Um, I didn't realize--wow, I'm sorry--I just--" and he went on, babbling not even to the new occupants of the room, but really more to himself, before finally pausing at Jack's prompting.

"I'm not...actually sure. But hello?"

Rory peeked from between his fingers, then hastily closed the gap again.

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Jack laughed to himself when Rory covered his face like that. What was he, a teenage girl walking into a boy's locker room? It was unspeakably adorable, though. "This dream keeps getting better and better."

With a coy smile on his face, Jack stepped forward to meet Rory, gently taking hold of his wrists and pulling his hands away from his face. "Never seen you in one of these kinds of dreams before, but I'm willing to make do." Jack gave Rory a playful little wink and leaned in for a kiss.

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Rory stood frozen for a few seconds, but managed to gather his wits at the last moment. Jack's kiss skated over his cheek.

He extricated himself from Jack's grasp, and took a step back. He heaved a breath as though gearing himself up for a big speech, but all he said was, "Uh." Then, "I am married, you know? And not into men besides. What sort of dream is this?"

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Jack seemed almost genuinely surprised when Rory pulled away, eying Rory quizzically. He took a look over his shoulder to his his adorable coffee boy who merely shrugged. "Well, what kind of dream do you think it is?" Jack asked with a smile. "It's my dream, isn't it? Funny, though. I don't usually get resistance like that in my dreams. But then I don't usually get you in my dreams either. Guess this isn't a normal dream." He snapped his fingers in disappointment. "Damn. But then again, if it didn't really happen, is it really cheating?"

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"Is it?"

Rory runs a hand through his hair, looking genuinely puzzled.

"Why would I be in your dream--I mean, not why would you dream about me this one time, although, that, too, but why would I--"

Maybe he should have paid closer attention to those books on dreaming he got from the library when he'd been trying to understand the Doctor. This is the second time his dreams have gone all weird.

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Jack shook his head, examining Rory for a moment, a small playful smile on his face. "Well, I don't know if you caught the hint when I came in, but I like to dream about cute boys. Girls too, sometimes." Jack winked and lifted a hand to brush the back of his fingers against his cheek. "but rf you're here, in a sexy dream, isn't it obvious?"