Jack didn't know what to do. He doubted anyone did. So he just stood there holding her. He had no idea if she was alive, dead, inbetween, or something else entirely. He honestly hated this town. Not for all the monsters, dimentional shifts, insane demi-beings, evil cults, and manifestations of his pysche.
Hell, he had placed meeting 'Jacquline' on his best moments list. He always knew he would look stunning as a woman. Only question was what they did considered incest or masturbation...eh...semantics.
No, he hated Silent Hill for this. All the lost souls that it gobbled up, and then used as bait or playthings to lure others in here. And out of all of them this one seemed to be the worst of them all. She had called him her brother, begging him to forgive her, to punish her, to do...
For probably the first time in his life Jack Harkness felt physically ill at the very thought of sex.
So he just helped the girl walk down the street. Her charred, flaking, red and blistered hands lightly holding onto his. He looked back at her, he still hadn't corrected her delusion that he was her brother, she was slightly smiling, still worried, scared, and tortured, but she was smiling. It faded at his glace into that terrified face that made Jack hate himself.
"Are you mad at me Jack?" She asked in that harsh raspy voice. He couldn't decide if it was the town toying with him or sheer coincidence that her brother was named Jack.
"No, Angela." He smiled at her and squeezed her hand just a little. "Let's just get out of here, go someplace safe."
"Is there any place that's safe?" She said.
"As long as you're with me," He said looking at her and holding her hand with both of his. "I promise nothing will happen to my little sister."
It took three minutes for him to remember that she wasn't his sister. Silent Hill was starting to get to him, he had to get out...THEY had to get out, as fast as possible.
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Jack didn't know what to do. He doubted anyone did. So he just stood there holding her. He had no idea if she was alive, dead, inbetween, or something else entirely. He honestly hated this town. Not for all the monsters, dimentional shifts, insane demi-beings, evil cults, and manifestations of his pysche.
Hell, he had placed meeting 'Jacquline' on his best moments list. He always knew he would look stunning as a woman. Only question was what they did considered incest or masturbation...eh...semantics.
No, he hated Silent Hill for this. All the lost souls that it gobbled up, and then used as bait or playthings to lure others in here. And out of all of them this one seemed to be the worst of them all. She had called him her brother, begging him to forgive her, to punish her, to do...
For probably the first time in his life Jack Harkness felt physically ill at the very thought of sex.
So he just helped the girl walk down the street. Her charred, flaking, red and blistered hands lightly holding onto his. He looked back at her, he still hadn't corrected her delusion that he was her brother, she was slightly smiling, still worried, scared, and tortured, but she was smiling. It faded at his glace into that terrified face that made Jack hate himself.
"Are you mad at me Jack?" She asked in that harsh raspy voice. He couldn't decide if it was the town toying with him or sheer coincidence that her brother was named Jack.
"No, Angela." He smiled at her and squeezed her hand just a little. "Let's just get out of here, go someplace safe."
"Is there any place that's safe?" She said.
"As long as you're with me," He said looking at her and holding her hand with both of his. "I promise nothing will happen to my little sister."
It took three minutes for him to remember that she wasn't his sister. Silent Hill was starting to get to him, he had to get out...THEY had to get out, as fast as possible.