Still Here

This is Better

[Right, commitment.]

[Typing from the family computer again, because that's relevant to you.]

-1000010-

This was new.

Beyond her time in the facility, Chell's memory was a bit iffy. Instances like this were easily forgotten. Or at least they probably were, she couldn't remember, but that was the point of this short paragraph now wasn't it?

Boredom, that's the word.

Feeling relatively new to the sensation, Chell chose to wait it out. Something had to happen eventually. Jack, on the other hand, had a very apparent lack of patience and had taken to propelling himself over the ravine, half-filled with liquid toxins, in hopes of filling whatever void the boredom had dug within him. This plan was obviously wearing thin as well.

It just felt so wrong. There was always, always, always something to do.

And Chell absolutely did not like the sluggish, lazy sensation overtaking her. The alertness was draining from her body, in a place where anything could happen to her.

So now she was paranoid.

Tired and paranoid.

Mentally tired; it felt like her body moved before her mind could think of what to move.

Now she was afraid to get up, unsure of what she would do when she did.

Tired, paranoid, and afraid.

...

...

..screw it.

Chell tilted her chin up; laying down as she was, this bent her neck at a semi-awkward angle, and gave her a nice upside-down view of the 'world'.

"Hey, Jack."

Oh, GODDAMMIT ALL, HER VOICE FUCKING CRACKED. ABORT MISSION. ABORT THE STUPID ASS DECISION OF A MISSION.

Too late, Jack stopped his umpteenth running start so fast he made skid marks. He looked around in a (possibly) dramatized fashion, as if trying to find a more likely source of the sound.

When he finally did settle on Chell, he silently walked over, laid down on his stomach, and propped his chin up on his forearms. His feet kicked in the air like your classic teenager.

In short, it was adorable, and Chell couldn't hold in a snicker.

But, Jack Harkness being Jack Harkness, took it one step farther, and, in the voice of a mother you'd find on some 70's show, said a long, drawled out

"Yeeeeeeeeesss?"

See, now they were both laughing.

When they finally did calm down, Chell requested a story. About the supposed friends Jack had been rambling about earlier. Of course, she did have to do so after sheepishly admitting she hadn't really been listening the first time. Jack didn't seem to mind, and instead teased her about how he doubted she'd believe him now, let alone then.

He was kind of right, the people he spoke of sounded impossible.

Chell, however, decided it wasn't her place to decide so.

And anyways, it was still a good story.

Now this was a new feeling. The boredom gone, the relaxed mindset remaining. She remained still, yet attentive to the detail of Jack's words.

This was much better.

-1011110-

[Wowzas, this was short. I'll try to be back faster next time.]