Part I - chapter 5

Chapter 5

The hub was plunged into the night twilight.

- Jacques ?...

The French voice souded into the cabin of the captain.

- It is you who... Jacques?

A second roaring tore away the entrails of Harckness. As if his body in its entirety had become a gigantic cave : his veins, the bones become hollow, the hands, the plant of his feet emptied slowly of life. He perceived the flow. In the style of the water which takes off in a sewer, his marrow, his blood, the water of his body left hurriedly a physical skin where only stayed only the suffering and the pain. He had even seen from the inside the deserted capital of his own ribs, as a bacterium could see it if it had had eyes. He wanted at all costs to wake up, he knew it, that was only a nightmare.

- Jacques ?

The cold hands of the French woman and her anxiety formed a virtual rope who allowed him to extricate himself at night. The air rushed into his lungs as blades... as sharp blades of life and Jack got up abruptly, going out of his dream. The sweat or the tears bathed the face in the tired glance. His body still cried under the skin of the billions of tears. They still tore up at this same moment the skin of the inside. Alice felt a little bit distraught, how do we comfort an immortal? She approached, dived into his lost glance and embraced him as a mother rocking her little boy after a bad night. The psychic energy which scattered in the body of the captain was tangible until her. A little as a shock wave after an accident.

-I...

-Fell... Do not speak, keeps your strengths, Sweety - how did his mother call him when he was small,? He had necessarily been a little boy one day even if it was or it would be somewhere else, in an another time...

She pursued, on listening his breath :

- The human beings thought for a long time that the dreams were premonitory or the language of the Gods...

The captain wanted to interrupt her but blow sounds did not exceed the rib cage -

but, she continued...

-That is only our body which makes of the arrangement. When it falls on a traumatizing event, it skates above. It is little as us with our sponge and a dirty trace, we would be incensed to rub until it disappears. A wave of deaf anger surfed on the wave of the feelings of Jack.

-You tire me, Alice ! He burst in pushing aside her abruptly, near to get up. Why do you think one second that I am as you, how you?

-Truth ?

The green eyes became again cold . She resumed :

- An information to sell me ?

She clicked by tipping over fast surprise on the other twin bed. She focused on him.

- By the way, this body, she added with a dare tone, it is your real appearance either you are a set of gas in levitation ?

The eyes shone, incited. The voice of the Frenchwoman had become so derisive as disappointed. Since how long he had not had to face the real questioning? He was tormented with the inside since hundreds of years at least. His coming on Earth had a little distracted his spirit and his body but again the need of sense, the tiredness, the suffering, friend's loss accumulated, Steven and Alice lost, the made errors had caught up to him. How helping him to stopp this long run away ?

The cold eyes pierced Jack - and even if he had seen it many others, this glance and these comments returned him for once in a state close to the impotence but it was not negative for once. It was to allow to be able to nothing make to learn to make otherwise.

- You are right, baby, she said, why would I continue to waste my time with a human waste ?

She perceived a plastic bag at hand that she collected. Dreamer, her showed it to him by taking a long breath. It is about a firm but serene tone that she said :

- This bag blows up in a twenty times superior longevity with quite human existence! That is not the longevity which counts, darling, it is kept silent how saw every second. It has neither emotion, nor pleasures, nor the same will. A fifty-year-old human being was able to produce this bag which will put two thousands years to disappear. Stop groaning ! To make feel guilty you of things in which one you have no responsibility ! To you, to choose : you want to live in human being or in plastic bag ?

- Both! Jack glared at her and turned her the back abruptly.

An ice-cold shiver crossed Alice's spinal column. It was good a light of murder which she had just perceived in his fierce eyes ?

He turned around.

The sensual lips of Jack resumed some colors. Been used to surprise his interlocutors, he snatched his mouth to her  mouth to close to first rhythms of a waltz. The pleasure of the given kiss such a punch gave way to the surprise, to the disappointment to have been had and finally in the pleasure of finally in the pleasure to find a fighter to his equal. The senses of Harckness melted under the surprise but it deprived nothing of the sensations which went through their bodies. The kiss launched as an attack changed in a serene caress, as a tense hand, the caress of a hand on the skin of an animal to be comforted. As we intercept the slap of a friend before shaking hands with him. Nothing sexual there inside, but a lot of love, yes. Infinitely.

Ianto slow down the step.

He remained seized : what he had just seen in passing in front of the room of Jack. Fortunately, his discreet steps had carrie him some meters farther while these eyes passed on the image of both embraced mouths, Jack and Alice the one against the other one. A cold wall welcomed the back to get his breath back a few moments...