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So, a time agent walks into a bar...

You expect a punch line? This one doesn't start a fight, she looks like she's finished one though. Black eye appearing, split lip and fingers taped together. She'll laugh it off as a good night. She just asks for ice, for her lip.

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"Don't be." She shook her head as much as she dared. "I shouldn't expect everything to be the same after so long apart. I don't know what's happened to you and you don't know everything with me." She sat up a little.

"I'm curious to know where we're going." Not that she cared if he told her or not.

Jack had keyed a few things into the console. When he turned to look at Lyssa, he smirked. "I can't tell you yet. Surprises! Don't spoil it."

He stood up and moved over to sit beside her. "Why should I tell you," he said softly, smiling at her. He ws teasing. He'd tell her. He'd do anything he could for her.

Lyssa pouted at him. "Mean man!" She giggled and wished she'd brought the ice with her since her lip was hurting a lot again.

"Because you need someone to worry about you." She told him straight.

"I'm mean, but that's who I am." He sighed and got up, moving over to the replicator console. After pushing a few buttons, he was given a glass of ice. Coming back over to sit beside her, he handed her an ice cube.

"Why?" He looked at her straight in return. "Why should anyone want to bother with me."

"That, right there." She took the cube and put it to her lip. "Because everyone needs someone to look out for them, if they know it or not. And you... ain't gonna know it. I know you remember that, even if you don't flirt with everything anymore. Still you're you, deep down." She rolled her eyes.

"See, I'm even getting all sappy."

Jack lowered his voice. "I loved someone, Lys. I tried to love someone, one person. They're dead now. They're dead because of a decision that I made." His voice trailed off, breaking a little as he spoke. "If I don't have anyone watching out for me, then they can't be hurt."

She reached out to him, ignoring the aches and pains to hug him. "Some people, life wouldn't be worth it without taking that risk. And you, Jack are one of those guys that people will risk eveything to be with like that." She was going for comforting.

He smiled and snuggled up to her. "Well, that's why I have you."

"Oh shut up you." She laughed. "I'll get you with the ice!"

"Promise?"

Before she could stop him, he reached out and dropped a piece down her shirt.

She yelped, not sure if it was enjoyable or just painful, she tried to pull her top off to find the melting ice cube.

Jack smirked and sat back, watching her with a big smile. It was good to smile again, even if he felt like he shouldn't. "Be gentle."

"I'm not going to do anything!" She stuck her tongue out and tossed the little bit left of the ice cube at him, flicking the water from her fingers at him too.

"Hey." He held up a glass, full of ice cubes. "Be nice. Or I'll be... not nice." He stuck his tongue out in return, before snuggling up to her again. At least he had her.

"I wish I were up for not nice." She didn't bother putting her top back on just carefully settled against him.

"Later. When you're not an invalid." He gently held her, a hand rubbing up and down her shoulder. "I'm not up for anything anymore."

"There doensn't ever have to be a later. You're... you and we'll..." She looked at him. "A little more to the middle, feels nice,"

Jack laughed. There was one thing about Lyssa, she never changed. She was a constant. In his life, with everything changing, that made it all the better. "Yes ma'am." He sighed and moved his hand where she asked for it.

"Mmm." She yawned. "I'm going to be asleep before we get... wherever." Another vague attempt at finding out where they were headed.

"Okay. Sounds good." He yawned as well. It had been a long time since he was comfortable enough to sleep. Mostly he worked himself till he was so exhausted that he'd pass out for a few hours without the nightmares. And no, he didn't say where.

"You're not supposed to fall asleep." She attempted to get another ice cube for her lip. "You're meant to pick me up and carry me to bed then tuck me in. Only then can you fall asleep."

"Oh fine."

Jack stood up, grabbing her and carrying her back to her bed. Thankfully, the ship lit the way down the corridors. When they got there, he put her down, pulling the duvet cover back. "Want me to put you in your nightie too," He teased.

"Problem there I don't own one." She patted the bed next to her. "Join me." There was going to be nothing more than sleep.

"If you insist." He kicked off his shoes and jacket, draping them over a chair. With a grin, he crawled into bed and cuddled up to her. "There, princess."

"You make it sound like a chore." For that he'd be used as a pillow.