the moment everyone fell in love with Jack Sparrow
I’ll put Captain Jack Harkness, a TARDIS, a camera, a little old lady saying “Bloody Torchwood”, and John Barrowman in your Pentagram in order to summon you. I think I could also put a yet undetermined script in…[I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out the script–film? TV? Help me out on this one ;) ]
Something from Sherlock maybe?
Also, did you say Jack Harkness AND John Barrowman?
“Can you reach this for me, Sam?”
“Almost there,” Jack prompts. “Just a little higher.”
“This one?” Sam asks, fingering the faded spine of some ancient book. He’s stretched out to his full height inside the National Archives in Atlanta, Georgia trying to reach a book that this man, calling himself Captain Jack Harkness, insists will help them banish a whole town of ghosts. His brother and him have salted and burned more than a dozen graves and still the ghosts keep coming. They’re at wits end, and they need help. So Dean is on ghost duty and that leaves Sam and Jack here to research.
“No, to the left,” Jack says, casually leaning against the opposite pair of stacks, watching him sweat.
Sam’s shirt rides high against his back as he shifts to the left. Stretch of bare skin between the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his jeans. Feels exposed under the eyes of a stranger. Jack’s impossibly blue eyes. "You know they have ladders for this,“ Sam complains.
"Almost there,” Jack repeats.
Sam touches the binding of the book next to the last and tugs it off the shelf with a grunt. He retracts into himself like a slinky, shoulders hunched forward, pretending to be smaller than he is. His shirt falls back into place covering the brand of his boxers. Jack looks disappointed.
“That Atlanta Woman’s Club Cook Book?”
Sam reads the cover of the book and frowns, looks to Jack for an explanation. But Jack just grins. That’s when Sam scans the decimal code on the spine of the book and realizes he’s been duped.
“This whole section is cook books,” he accuses. “Are you telling me a cook book is going to stop all of these hauntings?”
"I haven’t met anything a good pot roast can’t solve,” Jack says with an easy grin. Then he turns to the shelf he was leaning against this whole time and pulls a book about the local town’s history, hands it to Sam. “Here, that’s what you want.”
Jack exits the stacks without another word leaving Sam with a burning feeling on his cheeks and in his gut. He feels exposed again and unconsciously pulls at the hem at his shirt before following Jack.
“Hey there, Foxy Mama.” Jack and…. well I’ll let you pick :) (just not eleven)
Jack arrives at the Second Moon as the second moon from which the club gets its name is setting in the azure sky. He flirts with the bouncer and grabs a prime table right near the bar. He’s never been to this particular establishment, but there’s only so much diversity out there in the solar systems when it comes to dance halls.
A few club-goers wander his way, and he even buys a couple drinks for the ones that strike his fancy; beyond that, though, he rejects their advances. He has a date to keep, and she’s due any minute.
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Her hair is impeccably curled, her heels are impossibly tall, and her dress is the perfect shade of red. River knows all eyes are on her when she strides into the room, and that’s exactly how she likes it. There’s a band of Gliesians playing their native instruments on the stage at the top of the room, and there’s nothing she’d like more than to dance.
She spies her date across the room and saunters towards him as the band strikes up a new tune. He turns to give her an appraising look, and his appreciative whistle makes her smile.
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“Hey there, Foxy Mama,” Jack says, rising gallantly from his chair to offer her a seat.
“Well hello, Sailor,” River replies, and she grabs his hand to pull him out onto the dance floor.
“Like that, is it,” he grins, but he’s already moving to the beat.
River is clearly an experienced dancer and he’s not too shabby, either. It isn’t long before they have an enthusiastic audience. There’s a space cleared on the floor just for them, and they fill it with their high-stepping bolero, their low-dipping tangos, and their perfectly-choreographed swing.
It’s dawn before they are even tired.
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The bartender threatens them with police action before they’ll even consider leaving. As Jack walks her back to her ship, they hold hands and bump hips in the manner of young lovers while River whispers in his ear. It’s all part of their game, but it doesn’t make the enjoyment any less real.
He stalls her at the door, asking her for the names of random stars. She humors him for a while before stopping his mouth with a kiss.
“Same time next month,” she asks.
He answers with a wink and salutes as her ship disappears over the horizon.
