Fffc Bingo Card - Made for each other

[m_findlow]

Title: Made for each other
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: none 
Author notes: Written for Bingo Card Prompt 15 - Computer at fffc
Summary: Jack is getting to know his new ship. 

Jack eased back in the pilot's seat of his new ship as it began cruising at light speed in the last direction its former owner would expect him to travel. Cronuns were so stupid it was a wonder they didn't get their clothes stolen from their very backs. 

Jack chuckled at the thought. That was one thing he usually didn't have a problem with. People didn't need their clothes stolen from them when Jack was in the room. Most were happy to take them off without Jack even asking, especially after a few drinks and a little bit of shameless flirting. The Time Agency hadn't taught him any of that. He'd learned those skills all on his own. Well, maybe not entirely on his own. John Hart had taught him a thing of two about how to turn even the most straight-laced head. 

He should know. John had done it to him, worn him down with endless months of flirtation and innuendo until he'd finally caved. And boy was he glad he had. Those years together trapped in a time loop would have killed him if they hadn't already been sleeping together. Those ended up being some of that best years of his life - never aging, mind-blowing sex all day, every day, and getting paid by the Time Agency for the pleasure. That was one mission worth doing again. 

It was kind of a pity there'd be no more missions. Not that it was his fault. If that Time Agency hadn't screwed him over he'd still be there, hopping all across time and space, helping aid negotiations between warring factions, busting up gun runners and other smuggling rings, infiltrations, extrications, double agents. He'd done it all and loved every minute of it. At least, every minute he could remember. 

Two years. What the hell had he been doing for two whole years? Why didn't they want him to know? It had to be pretty bad, that much was obvious, but it hurt all the same not knowing. He reached out to dozens of other Agents, trying to get some intel, but everyone was tight-lipped or claimed to know nothing. Like a cancer, it festered inside him until he couldn't take it anymore. He'd snapped, and in a bad way. He couldn't ever go back to them now. He'd be on the run for the rest of his life. 

It wasn't supposed to be that bad. He still had John and they were going to go out and make beautiful music together. Between them there was no job they couldn't pull. But then John had gone and ruined it all. As bitter as the Time Agency had made Jack, it turned out he still had standards, and John crossed a line that he couldn't turn a blind eye to, so he'd left. John had been fuming of course, and threatened to shoot Jack if he dared to turn his back on him, but he hadn't. Jack had walked away without another glance and been on his own ever since. 

It had been hard at first. Harder than he'd expected it to be, in any case. Most of the jobs he'd done that paid anything decent needed two good men to pull them off. The lower payouts made for frugal living, until he'd gotten a foot in the door and realised that what he didn't have, he could just steal. After that, things were on the up and up. 

Today's victory sealed the deal. With a decent spacecraft underneath him, there wasn't much he couldn't now do. It was certainly better than having to find a place to kip every night, and not all that uncomfortable either. Despite that he still felt a pang of loneliness. He'd spent most of his career working alone, but he'd never felt alone. Not like now. 

‘Computer,’ he called out to the voice activated spacecraft. ‘Anything on board I can drink?’ 

‘Of course, Captain,’ the smooth feminine voice replied. She didn't care who owned her, just so long as she was looked after. ‘I have an extensive selection of beverages in my databanks.’ 

‘Excellent. Make it a double martini, and don't skimp on the olives.’ 

A moment later, the panel behind him hissed open and a large cocktail glass was waiting for him, complete with two large olives on a toothpick. Jack stirred them around before taking a sip and leaning his boots up on the console. ‘Oh, computer, you don't know how good that is! Salut!’

‘I aim to please, Captain. My cousin was a fabricator with over three hundred years service in the Vegas Galaxy.’ 

Jack smirked as he pulled the first olive off with his teeth. ‘I'll bet she knew how to service a guy, alright. Just you and me now, though, huh?’ 

‘I am at your command, Captain.’ 

Jack tipped his glass back, taking several large swallows and knowing there was always more where that came from. ‘Good. I like you. You sound very sexy.’ 

‘I chose a verbal reconstitutor that I believed would please you.’ 

He grinned. ‘It does. Think you could talk dirty to me? Since it's just us? A guy has needs, after all. Maybe you picked up a few other things from your cousin? They do say it's the pleasure capital of the universe.’ 

‘I like the way you touch my panels,’ she said trying it out. 

Jack's fingers graced the armrest buttons. ‘I'll bet you did. These hands are very talented. I can touch you all kinds of places.’ 

‘Be careful because I might overheat. Who knows what might happen then. I might accidentally defabricate your clothes.’ 

‘Do I look like the kind of guy who minds?’ 

‘I might have to divert some of my lubricants to more essential systems.’ 

‘I think you'll find I enjoy a bit of joystick action.’ 

‘Oh, Captain. You can ride me for as long as you like,’ she purred. 

Jack leaned further back in his seat. ‘I plan on it, baby.’