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Who: Captain Jack Harkness [

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Where Jack's room
When: Now
Rating: Automatically PG- this is Jack.
Summary: Jack decides to show Snape dying isn't always the best way of dealing with things.
the Story:

Jack had been keeping to himself far too much lately. Whilst this wasn't always unusual, it wasn't necessarily a good thing either, and so he'd decided to solve this with his usual method. That is to say he'd invited someone to his room- definitely one of the easier ways of making friends. And of of his preferred methods, at that.

Jack generally kept his room in a decent state, so it didn't really take much to get things ready. Just a couple of glasses next to the whisky decanter, putting Emmi back in her cage (because even he had some standards), then he was ready.

The only thing missing was his guest.

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Severus did not like meeting new people. To say it bluntly, he was not a people-person, especially with Muggles. However, he wanted to learn more about this Wonderland he was apparently stuck in and since someone had offered to lend him a hand, Severus had accepted.

Severus stood up from where he was sitting and straightened out his robes, which were still stained with blood from the battle he had left at home. He sighed in frustration and headed out the door, slamming it shut behind him as he made his way to Room 032.

Striding up the stairs quickly, he finally found the room he was searching for on the third floor and approached the door. Lifting his arm slowly, Severus knocked on the door 3 times, each one as loud and precise as the next.

Jack, on the other hand, did like meeting new people. And so when he heard the knock he answered, trademark grin in place as he cast his eyes over his visitor in a way that was probably not quite appropriate for someone he'd never met before. His gaze settled briefly on the blood stained robes, but quickly moved back up to meet his eyes.

He extended a hand before introducing himself. If he felt it was something he should have done before he showed no sign of it.

"Captain Jack Harkness, and you are..?"

Severus noticed Jack's gaze upon him, but chose to ignore it. He found no reason to explain himself to the man...for now.

He stared at the hand with a blank expression, not interested in shaking it at all. However, after a few moments passed, he figured it would be best to do so and took the hand into his own, shaking it once before letting go, hardly giving Jack the time to grab it back.

"Severus Snape." he replied in a low, less-than-enthusiastic voice.

Jack didn't seem even remotely deterred by Severus' lack of enthusiasm... he barely even seemed to notice it.

He leaned against the door frame, using his movement as an excuse to lessen the proximity between himself and Severus.

"Nice to meet you, Severus Snape." he nodded, tipping him a wink before stepping back inside the room and motioning for him to enter.

Severus thought this was expected of Jack to do. People hardly ever got close to him by choice.

Taking a step back himself at the odd gesture (well, to Severus, a wink was odd), he eyed Jack suspiciously. However, his look managed to take a different direction and slightly softened when Jack offered him a way inside the room.

"..Likewise, Mr. Harkness." Severus nodded and walked through the doorway.

Jack considered the softening a small victory, but it wasn't something that surprised him (51st century pheromones were something he'd never regretted inheriting), .

"Captain Harkness," he corrected, before leaning in conspiratorially. "...but you can call me Jack."

He drew back, making his way over to his desk. "Can I get you a drink?"

Unfortunately, the victory would not last long. Severus was in a very sour mood at the moment...although even he did not know the reason why (perhaps he's always like this).

Severus considered the title for a second and took a look at Jack, "Captain of what, exactly?" he asked. In Severus' opinion, Jack hardly looked like a captain of anything.

"...That depends on what you are attempting to give me." Severus did not move, standing where he was, still slightly suspicious of his surroundings. He had met some strange people already and he was not going to take any chances.

Jack nodded towards the WWII greatcoat hung over the back of his door. "Ex-military. I was in the RAF."

He raised an eyebrow at his suspicion, but didn't mention anything. "Whisky... although I'm pretty sure I've got some hyper vodka around if you feel like something stronger?"

Severus turned his head to look at what Jack was gesturing to. "I see." The military was a respectable place to be in the non-magic folk world and even Severus acknowledged that fact, "Very well then. Captain Harkness, it is."

He shook his head at the mention of vodka. He could not afford to get drunk, "..Whiskey...is fine."

Jack hadn't actually been in the military for over fifty years, but that wasn't something he usually shared with people. "Didn't I say you could call me Jack?"

He nodded, filling up both glasses, and handing one to Severus.

Severus sighed. What was the difference? "Fine. Jack, then. You can call me anything, as long as it is not insulting."

He took the glass with one hand and nodded to Jack. One could take it as a silent "Thank you" since Severus hardly new the meaning of common courtesy in verbal form, "What was this method that you were hinting at?" He was referring to their previous conversation about dealing with the mansion.

"Well, assuming you don't find Severus insulting..."

Jack smirked, taking a sip from his glass. "What do you imagine?"

"Severus will do fine."

Judging that the drink was not poisoned, Severus took a drink, as well. "...Re-decorating, perhaps?" He really did despise the colors and all the malicious joy that the mansion held.

Once upon a time the drink might have been poisoned. But Jack had come a long way since leaving the Time Agency, and further still since he'd met the Doctor and Rose.

The one thing that hadn't improved was his taste in interior design. He cast a critical eye around his room (essentially a shrine to war memorabilia and alien tech), before turning back to Severus. "Do you really think re-decorating is something I can help you with?"

However, even if the drink was poisoned, Severus most likely would not have gone down without a fight. Besides, he had his handy-dandy magic, along with a few items he (thankfully) had before he was dragged off to the wretched mansion tucked neatly inside his cloak.

Severus did the same, turning his eyes this way and that, taking in the design of the room. It was the same as his, except, without all the memories of war and odd machinery lying around. This was not his idea of "homey", either. He shot the idea of re-decorating with this man completely out of his head, "Fortunately for me, no. And if I may add," he paused for the next word, for he was not used to calling people by their first names, "...Jack. You have a horrible sense in interior design." He took another sip of the whiskey.

Jack grinned, apparently not even remotely insulted by Severus' lack of appreciation for his rooms decor. "You should see my place back home."

Severus made a disapproving face. If Jack's room was like this, he did not expect his home to be any better, "No, thank you." It seemed that Severus could only utter words of appreciation when he was being sarcastic.

Severus wouldn't have been wrong; there was a reason he'd affectionately dubbed the Hub's style 'Sewer Chique'. He laughed, tipping back the rest of his whisky before moving to poor himself another glass.

"Fancy a refill?"

Severus took a glance at his glass, which wasn't even close to empty yet. Afterall, he had only taken two sips and in both those times, he had hardly consumed any of the whiskey, "No. I'm quite fine." He replied in the same, low voice.

"Jack. If you wouldn't mind, could you tell me what that other method was? My patience is growing slim." Severus' voice was now slightly annoyed.

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