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"Looks like it." He gave her the softest, briefest smile and got up. Walking, he moved over to sit in a chair beside her. "Hope the other person looks worse than you do, Lys."

She gave a brief laugh and remained leaning against the bar as she had been. "Not really and I don't look that bad do I?" She put the ice back on her lip.

"You..." She didn't really know what she was trying to say then. "Somethings different."

He laughed, his eyes soft as he stared at her. It wasn't his normal, loud laugh, but something a bit quieter. Yes, he was very different. "You never look bad," he murmured.

He nodded his head. "A lot is. It's been a long time. Too long maybe..." He sighed. "Wibbly Wobbly..."

"I forget you've seen me worse." She winced dropping the ice cube to the empty glass that it had been left in. "Last I heard you were back out there, that was the rumour."

He sighed. "Rumour is true." He motioned around them, then back to her. "I had to leave Earth for a while. This was what I needed. The then. The future. Watching it all in a blink."

"You shouldn't worry. You look good, even now." He nodded his head. "You've seen me in bad states too. It happens."

She shuffled a little closer to him. "It's our lives." She sighed, wanting to hug him. "Not like this though, even when beaten half to death you were never alone."

He nodded his head. He saw her inching closer. He was internally grateful, but he didn't show any emotion externally. A part of him felt like he was too broken to do that anymore.

"Always alone. Live alone. Die alone. Watch others leave me." He sighed and looked up at her. "That's how it goes."

She rested her chin carefully on his shoulder, as much as all her sore muscles would allow her to relax like that. "What happened to you?" She was worried, this really wasn't the man she knew.

"The usual." He wrapped an arm around her from behind and his head tilted to rest against hers. "I've saved the world and watched those I love leave me. I can live on, see the world turn, and everyone I love will die. So... I went traveling."

"Running away Jack." She sighed. "Can't fool somone who has run themselves too often."

Jack nodded his head. Not many people knew him, really knew him, but Lyssa was one of them. Or, at least she knew him better than most. He nodded his head and cuddled up to her, his hand rubbing her back. "We're good at running," he murmured.

"It's what we do best, well, one of the things." She chuckled quietly, enjoying the simple attention from him a moment. "Where are you going next?" Wondering if he wanted some company.

"Not sure." He shrugged his shoulder, looking at her with a small smile. "Where do you want to go?"

"To bed." She didn't even realise how that sounded on its own. "I hurt and I could sleep for a week since my last weeks sleep has been... well interupted lots."

Jack nodded his head. He knew how it sounded, but there was just something about Lyssa. She was more than just a shag to him and always would be. She was a friend, a confidant, more than a sister. And she would always be important to him. If they did do that, it would be important.

"I have a place," he said softly. "You still have your ship, then we can go on a little trip. Perfect to hide out for a while."

"Mmhm I do, you can fly her." She just wanted to rest. He was Jack, other things were a maybe with him but he would always always be a friend to her. "Lead the way..."

Jack chuckled into her ear. "I would if I knew where your ship was. Why don't you lead the way?"

She stood up carefully. "Fine, but I'm leaning on you as we walk." Holding her broken hand out to him, wasn't much difference the oother one hurt too it just wasn't taped up.

"Don't tease me." He shook his head and threw some money down on the bar to pay for their drinks. Gently, he picked up Lyssa in his arms and cradled her like a princess. "Okay, where am I going?"

"Just out the door." She seemed quite happy in his arms if a little uncomfortable cause of her recent adventure and the brusing. "Teleport works fine."

"Good to know."

He gently reached around her, pressing a few buttons on his wriststrap. Within moments, they were gone from the bar, instead standing just outside of her ship. "Not bad," he murmured, carrying her onto the ship and then gently setting her down on her feet.

"So, where haven't you been lately?"

"To see my mother." She snorted, swaying slightly before she collapsed into one of the seats. "You're flying, don't flirt with her, she'll get confused and we'll end up fuck knows where." She screwed her face up as she kicked off her boots.

"Lyssa..." He smiled, shaking his head. "I haven't flirted with anyone in a long time." He took off his coat and hung it up, just the pain of still having it something he couldn't believe. He should have thrown it away ages ago, but he couldn't part with it. It had too many memories.

Walking over to the console, he sat down, gently rubbing the panel with his fingers. "Hello girl. I don't think we've met yet. I'm Jack." The lights in the ship flickered a little and he smiled. "Yes, I'm a friend of Lyssa's."

She had her eyes closd and still managed to raise an eyebrow at that comment before she opened one to look at him.

"Get on with it." She told the ship. "And Jack, what the hell, you saying hello used to end up in bed with whoever you said it to."

"I'm not the same person that you knew, Lyssa. I'm sorry..." His voice trailed off and he pressed a few buttons. Slowly, the ship lifted off the ground and began to move, breaking atmo shortly after. He looked over at her after the ship was on auto pilot. "There, on with it!"