Nyx and Jack
Nyx pouted at the inescapable conclusion she'd come to. Dammit, she didn't want to have to do this! Everything was going so well for Jack...finally, for once!
Because she really did have to admit that Jack was better at screwing up what he had then anyone else she knew. Except possibly Sabre.
She pouted harder.
Dammit, this wasn't fair!
She'd have to go talk to him anyone. Explain things.
She pushed away from the table she was sitting at in Jack's cabin and went to go find him. Renewing thier acquantice had been...pleasurable. She was thinking Tavvie had shown him a few things. And didn't that bring thoughts of a distinctly naughty kind? He had been sorta cute...even as a girl. Mmm. Bad Nyx.
"Jack, we havta talk."
Jack raised an eyebrow slightly and gave the helm over to Mr Gibb.
"And fer wot do ye wish to be speaking wit' me, darling?"
"Shh, this is serious!"
Nyx grabbed his arm and drugged him.
After about half an hour of hysterical goddess babbling, Jack leant back in his chair and massaged his chin thoughtfully.
"So, what ye be saying is that unless I go back to your world, your time, your dimension, the universe is going to keep coming apart at the seams?"
"Yeah, just about. I'm so sorry, Jack. The guy who brought you there in the first place..."
"Was someone who was fiddling with something he didn't understand. 'Sblood!"
Jack stood up and paced irritably across the room. Small as it was and not quite big enough for effective pacing.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to."
"Thank you, Jack."
"I've got arrangements to make."
Jack ducked out of the cabin, looking black and angry as a storm cloud. Nyx sighed. Well, it was going to be pleasant taking him home until she figured out how exactly the little alien had made time and dimensions unravel like a ball of string under a hyperactive kitten's paw.
A few hours later, the two left. She arrived back at one of her lairs in America and Jack stomped off again. She sighed.