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Jack certainly couldn't ignore John's snipe, and indeed his eyebrows did lift a little, surprised that he would use that card so soon. In fact, his little jibe earns him a slow, sarcastic clap. "Nice. Well-done. It's really warming my heart to you, John. So much sympathy coming from me." While the words did sting, and he never really needed a reminder of his eventual fate, he knew full well that the only reason he was being nasty was because his own ego was bruised. "Keep talking like that, and we'll see how soon I let you out." He was still playing warden, after all.

"Why do you think I settled down?" He said regarding John's other question. "You don't think that I know how well I could do if I started jobs like yours again? I'd be a legend. Unkillable. And yet, here I am." He shrugged. "I guess I just grew up. Grew out of it. Maybe someday, you will too."

Okay, so he'd lashed out a little but he was pretty much in a position where all he could do was verbally attack Jack. It wasn't like he could just pick up a gun and shoot him down to buy a little time, work out his escape plan and how to leave. Honestly, it wasn't fair, he was entirely weaponless, escape-free and his vortex manipulator was not essentially just a nuked piece of tech. A display model. "You're not going to let me out. Well, you will eventually but it won't be when I want to leave and it'll come with conditions. So the way I figure it, I can talk like this all I want."

If all he had to do was sit in a small cage all day with a terrible pop song on his broken vortex manipulator and Jack for company then surely it was inevitable that he was going to lash out. "I'm plenty grown. Is it really incomprehensible to you that I just happen to like the way things are for me? I'm not one of your special projects or whatever the fuck you think I am. Christ, Jack, I'm not going to change because you've given me a pep talk. It's more likely to make me want to kill you."

Knowing John the way he did, Jack was honestly not that surprised that he was starting to lash out and get nastier and nastier. He reminded Jack a bit like a trapped fox, gnashing, snarling, and swiping his paw. How long would it be before John was fit to gnaw his own leg off to get out? "Fair enough, if that's how you really feel." He watched John, a bit of a disinterested air about him, as though he were a spoiled child at the zoo. "It's not cute, though. Sorry."

John was being so nasty, and while he expected it, it didn't make it sting less. After all, he'd known this man for many, many years, and had one point even trusted him with his life. "Well, I'm sure it's coming at some point. Knowing you, I'm sure you can't wait to kill me again." Mostly, he sounded disaffected by the whole thing, almost bored. "I'm not expecting you to change right this second, John. God knows I've known you too long to expect that. And I know you're too stubborn of an ass to do something just because someone told you to. Yeah, I paid attention."

"I never wanted to kill you in the first place. You just never leave me much choice. You're so awkward these days," Yes, Jack was entirely awkward not doing what he wanted and having freewill. Seriously, how dare he? It did hurt to be so openly rejected by Jack after so long together but now Jack had all his little buddies and his noble cause, it was frustrating as hell. All he wanted to do was make Jack hurt. If he had to hurt like this then why couldn't Jack. It was only fair.

"I do what I want to do. Right now, I want to do what I was doing before your latest fling decided to get in my way," John complained, pretty sure that the Doctor had to be something important to Jack, He just felt it. And yes, he was jealous. Was that a shock to anyone? "Now what am I going to do? Totally fucked up my last job. Do you have any idea how much money I could get for half the material I recovered? Me and you could be very rich, you know?"

Jack made a face at John's suggestion that he was awkward. How was he at all awkward, he wondered. He felt content with his team, protecting an entire planet and getting to lead a team of people with similar goals. Honestly, he thinks it's kind of fun. But he can tell that John is still quite cross with him, and really isn't in the mood for calming down any time soon. Better to let him try and exhaust himself than let anyone else try to handle him.

"You know I can't let you do that, John. Not yet." He shrugged, watching him have his fit. "I don't really need to be rich. I've got everything I need taken care of, so what else could I want? I don't know where your ship is, but I'm sure it's still floating out there just fine. Maybe if you're lucky, I won't tell the authorities where it is and let you go back to it later. And here's a tip: the fussy tantrum you're pulling? Not very attractive. Makes you seem a bit like a child."

"Are you seriously telling me I've got to be all nice and flowery, maybe hit on you a little, just so I can get my ship? Now, now, that sounds dangerously close to blackmail," John mocked with an amused look because even if Jack was a noble little bastard now with the most boring taste in friends he could ever imagine, he never did quite play fair. And he was a little more liberal with his morality. So maybe, just maybe, he could get out of here by the end of the week if he played along and flirted a little.

Easily done! Actually, very easily done. Almost a pleasure. With what sounded like a put upon sigh, John sprawled out his legs a little wider than he probably needed to, his injured leg pointing in Jack's direction. Displayed the best he could at the angle he was at. See, co-operating. "You said you wanted a look, take a look. Not like we got sod all else to do, is it? Not just going to sit in here all day having you tell me about how rich in friends you are. Sounds like I'm trapped in a bloody Christmas special."

Jack raised an eyebrow at John's suggestion that he was blackmailing him. "I run a shadowy organisiation that completely ignores most laws and you think that blackmail is beneath me?" He laughed a little. "We kill people sometimes too. Think it through." But at least John was cooperating. He shifted a little to get a better look at his leg.

The Doctor seemed to have done a pretty good job in patching him up, though he had no idea how bad the damage had been before. "Friends help out. We used to be friends once, if you remember." He opened his Vortex manipulator to scan him and assess any potential permanent damage. "I helped you get away with loads of things before. You loved it."

"Yeah but you run it for the good of people and lost puppies, all that boring bollocks. You never just do these things cause you like them," John argued because if Jack liked it, surely he'd still be a Time Agent. And would be clowning around with him across the universe, hitting up bars, getting drunk and attempting to do a mission while inebriated. A winning combo for certain.

"You're not my friend, Jack. You haven't been my friend for a long time," John shot back because hey, he wasn't mad, he was under no delusions about himself. Jack had long since out grown him to a degree. And John hated it. Pulling his leg back, he offered Jack a smile that didn't really look happy but it was there because he knew it had to be there. "And you won't help me any more, will you? Look at this shit you've pulled? Nuked my tech and locked me up."

"Any reason I can't like what I do? You seem to be under the impression that it's just another boring job." He sighed, deliberately ignoring John to examine his vortex manipulator instead.

"I'm trying to help. But you're being a stubborn dick. God, you're worse than a teenager. You're a teenager who can drink and philander." Frankly, Jack was getting a little irritated with all of this. "How many more arrests is it going to take for you to get sick of it, John? Is this life you think is so great really worth dying over? All the chaos and death? How can you enjoy that so much?"

"It is just another boring job. You catch things, you kill things, you make money. Same old, same old. Where's the adventure? I mean yeah, sure, you got the eye candy and everything. And props, really, you picked a sexy bunch and all but is it worth the whole day to day work bullshit?" John asked because he just didn't get it himself, he found the whole concept so baffling. How did people function like that? Together and everything. Working productively for good reasons. It didn't compute in his head.

"You say that like I think death is something to worry about," John remarked with a frown, head tilted because seriously? Why did Jack even sound concerned? So what if he died? He had a good life. He didn't exactly chase death nor did he want to but if it happened then, well, he'd deal. "Why do you say that like I plan to die? Look, it's not my intention to get myself killed but I'd happily die for the life I have. I fucking love it. Not my fault you've got an issue with it."

Rolling his eyes, John struggled up onto his feet, it took longer than he was proud of and his legs did have much sticking power but luckily, the wall helped. "You liked that life once too, you know? Not my fault you changed your mind mid-way through and became a fucking boy scout."

"I'm just tired of losing people I care about to stupid decisions, John." Jack watched John as he stood, taking special note of how much he was using the wall. He hoped it was just pain and not some kind of nerve damage. "I've lost too many people over the years, and I'm done with it. Especially when it could have been prevented. I've made stupid decisions, and I've paid for them. That's the thing about living forever: You have plenty of time to learn from your mistakes."

Jack too got to his feet, not moving from the glass and instead leaning on it to watch John. "I like this life, too. I've had it a lot longer than I had the old one. So trust me, I know what I'm in for here." He let his eyes drift down to John's injured leg. "How bad is it? I could get you something for it if you want. At least to take the edge off."

"You can lose people you care about by making the right decisions or the best decisions. You can't control people, there's always a chance they'll leave you," John pointed out because he knew from experience, men wiser and less chaotic than him had made all the right decisions and ended up dead. And then there was him, who rightly should of been dead by now given all he'd done, still standing proudly and happily.

"Look, you want to be happy here with your little team of power rangers then that's your thing but don't think I have to give a shit about it," If anything he didn't care right now, he just wanted to go and do some damage control. See if he can't save his last job still with the images he had found. With an amused look, John couldn't help but beam at Jack, raising both his eyebrows suggestively. "Are you suggesting you want to give me drugs? I think my probation officer would greatly disapprove."

"Nothing too bad. Just something to maybe help you sleep if you need it. I don't run a drug den here." Jack ran a hand through his hair, chewing the inside of his lip while he thought. He hated how right John was, but he had to know that Jack was right too in his way. Two opposing ideals. That had really been what tore them apart in the first place when it came down to it. Jack would always say that John took it too far, but he knew it was really because he was just getting tired of it. The Doctor had given him an out, and he took it.

"It would be nice if you joined up but... I know that the universe is too big for you to be anchored down. I feel that pull sometimes, too, and in a way, I guess I'm a little jealous that you get to go out and see everything. And no, that's not an invitation for you to whisk me away from everything and take me on a romantic and hedonistic trip through the stars. This isn't a romance novel." He laughed a little. "I know what I'm missing and I'm not sorry I gave it up. You're perfectly able to do as you like, but you know that it comes at a price, and I just don't want you to suffer."

"I don't need much sleep," John dismissed because while he as caged up down here, he had zero intention to sleep. Hey, he'd suffered tortures that made him stay awake for days on end, he could last until Jack let him go. Eventually he would, he very much doubted Jack had that kind of sticking power when it came to punishing John. "I'd be more interested if you did run a drug den. I'd join up for that, you know? Be a nice retirement."

He'd never be able to stay put and work with Jack, it just wouldn't work for either of them. John would get bored. And violent. And in the end, someone would pay. And that just wasn't fair to anyone. "I wouldn't take you a date anyway, you haven't earned on. Unless this locking me up stuff is a very drawn out and exciting game leading up to some very kink jail cell sex then as far as I'm concerned, you can just go fuck yourself." He didn't say that to hurt him, he just said it because it was an honest thing to say. And Jack liked all that honest bullshit now, didn't he? "I'm suffering now, you know? Of boredom. Worse than pain."

"Even if I did run a drug den, I wouldn't let you join up. You'd just use up all the product, and then what would I sell? Besides, you're a mess when you're high." Jack let his head loll against the glass. Why did he have to be so stubborn? Jack would happily let him out if he could trust him not to run or hurt someone. Still... he was injured. How far could he run like that?

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. If you go back to jail, I guarantee it'll be worse than this, but with more beatings and sexual assault. You've got nice lips. I imagine they could be put to good use." Jack knew from experience just how good that mouth could be. Still, it wasn't something he wished on anyone. "Someone like you should be locked up for a long, long time."

"I wouldn't know, I'm too happy to give a fuck when I'm high. You never used to complain. I'd get a bit high, we'd fuck till I saw stars and you always seemed pretty content afterwards, John challenged because everything Jack complained about, he had seemed to like once. Was it just him or did Jack really change that much? Or was everything fun they did just a lie? It was hard to really know.

Personally he hoped not. "You don't want me to suffer but you're going to hand me over to a jail where I'll beaten and assaulted? Do you hear yourself talk?" John asked with a disbelieving expression, limping over to the glass. Maybe running away wasn't entirely possible unless he killed Jack and stashed his body to give himself a head start. "I'm doing a job. It's not a pretty job but someone's gotta do it."

"No, John. No one has to do those things. Certainly not you." Jack folded his arms, as if that could offer any kind of defence against the truth of John's words. So he was a hypocrite, but John had hurt a lot of people... Always conflicted. He had liked John once, and the more time Jack spent away from him, the more he wondered why.

"The jury's still out on whether or not I'll actually turn you over. I'm thinking about it. I should, but I know what the dangers are. To both alternatives. Maybe I'm just waiting until you get better... won't do you much good to be out there without healing up first, will it? I mean, you could tear something, get it infected, and then where would you be?"

"Suffering? Like you want but you don't want because you're horrible inconsistent," John pointed out as he shook his head, leaning his arms on the glass and resting his head against them. "Look, lock me up if you want to. But it's really a waste of both our times cause I'll get out. I always get out. Even the best men I've ever met have tried and it's never stuck. The longest I was ever in for was about six months and that's just because I was on a job to kill one of the more prolific prisoners."

Which he did. After he was violently fucked by him. Several times. In a few different positions. Oh what a sentence that had been. Shame he had to die too, it was a waste of great talent. "Why don't just let me out? I can't run off, we've got handcuffs and plenty of time before your gang turns up. Let's get creative instead."

Jack took a moment to check the time on his vortex manipulator.. It was still very late, and he knew he could call everyone in at a moment's notice if he really needed to, but John was just one injured man. Jack could handle him. "Handcuffs... like those ones you just broke out of?" He did have a set of magnetic manacles upstairs but he really didn't feel like breaking his rule about tech just for a bit of fun. "See, if I let you out, then you'll take my gun, shoot me, and run off before I can wake up. What in the world makes you think that I'm going to trust you? And especially after all of the nasty things you said tonight." He shook his head and tutted John. "Shame you couldn't be nicer."

"You're a real ball breaker tonight, aren't you?"

With a bored look plain and clear on his face, John heaved a sigh and moved away from the glass. Because hell, Jack was right. He'd do that in a heartbeat. Sliding back down the wall, John returned to fiddling with his screwdriver, looking on the verge of pouting because he really didn't like being grounded against his will. It was boring and he had a long night of nothingness. "Piss off then. If I'm here all night, I'm not playing cat and mouse with you."

And, with that, he turned Katy Perry on once more, loud enough that hopefully he'd drown the sound of Jack out.

Jack rolled his eyes as John sat back down and started petulantly playing that music. This was about as 'pouty teenager' as John could get before people started getting hurt. And God that music was loud. The acoustics off the cement really weren't helping it not bore into his brain. Finally, Jack rolled his eyes and against his better judgement, grabbed his coat and circled round to the door of the cell, standing back against the wall and unlocking it with his vortex manipulator. Mostly, he just wanted to see what he'd do if given the chance.

Jack didn't expect miracles, but at least this way it would be more interesting than listening to him pout all night. "Well? You coming out or not?" He asked, already growing impatient.

The music turned off and John looked up, unsure if he was being tested or not. It was completely confusing. One moment there was no leaving, now there was. John didn't hurry to stand up, mostly because he couldn't. He sort of shoved himself up, gripping onto the wall and he tried to walk without his foot touching the ground. Very complicated, not quite as classy as he'd liked but boy was he hobbling to that door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Don't bully the cripple," John complained as he finally slipped out of the cell, eyes immediately on where Jack's guns should be. Yet funnily enough, he didn't go for them. Instead, he just waited to see what Jack had planned. "Go on then, tell me. What's the catch?"

Jack had seen where John's gaze moved to immediately, and Jack moved his hand to place it on his gun. No, John, you weren't getting it that easily. "I know I can't trust you. You're the least trustworthy guy in the universe and I know this is probably the worst idea I've had in a long, long time. But you were right. I don't want you to suffer. I'm not letting you out for good... But it'll be harder to heal if you can't walk around, too. Besides, I did promise you something for that, didn't I? I'm not much of a liar anymore."

Jack seemed a little more on edge when he pushed from the wall. "Just... know that if you fuck up... if you really mess this up, that I will have no qualms against calling the authorities and having your arse carted off and I won't give it a second thought. Do you understand? Against my better judgement, I am trusting you. Don't let me down."

"You're trusting me? That's pretty stupid," John just felt like pointing out because it was. It seriously was. And even John had a feeling he was going to mess it up and he really didn't have the energy to get into a fight right now. For all his cockiness, his leg did seriously hurt like hell and he kind of wanted to get very drunk and pass out somewhere. Yes, that sounded lovely.

"I'm probably going to let you down. But on the rare chance I don't, I think you owe me something. It's very hard to be responsible like that, you know? All my effort. I better get some strong drugs. And maybe a bottle of whiskey," What, he was bargaining. Took a lot for Captain John Hart to behave himself, he needed better motivation than a potential arrest.

"Yeah. I know the risk I'm taking in letting you out. It's stupid, but I'm bored and a bit lonely." He started toward the stairs, making sure to move slowly enough so that John could keep up. Jack was still uncertain what exactly he was going to do with John, but if he could get him drunk enough to pass out, maybe he'd be mostly harmless. Just so long as he kept any weapons away from him during that time, anyway.

"Your 'effort' is most peoples' baseline for acting civilised." Jack tried to come off as though he had no pity for him, but he was walking so pathetically that it was hard not to feel for him. "I'll settle for whisky and a blowjob. I told you already: no drugs here." Unless you counted what Owen had in the med bay. "Now let's see if you live up to it."

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