U.S.S. Trainwreck

[lysoke]

U.S.S. Orchid
Dale Barbara Captain	Richard Alpert First Officer	Riff Raffit Chief Medical Officer
Jack Harkness Chief Engineer	Bucky Barnes Chief of Security	Jet Link Helmsmen
Johnny Rayflo Comms Officer	Locke Cole Navigator	Baron Science Officer
Toboe Ship-Kid	Sirius Black Bartender	Amelia Novak Ship Counselor

These are the adventures of the U.S.S. Orchid, their ongoing mission: to not fuck up space too bad wherever they go.

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[thislevelofperfection]

"You wouldn't." It was stated as a fact because Jack knew it was, but he still gave a huge grin like he was mocking Bucky for it.

"Besides, Mr. Barnes, I know you're not actually busy, because you're off duty as of..." He glanced at the old-fasioned wrist watch he liked so much. "--now."

[thoughtyouweredead]

Damn this man. Damn him because he wasn't wrong: Bucky wouldn't say anything because Harkness was harmless for all intents and purposes and if the situation suddenly called for it, he knew the guy would be at his post and a hundred percent business in a heartbeat.

And damn him for being right about the time, too, Bucky hadn't even noticed. He shook his head in exasperation, though a small smile snuck it's way to his face.

"That doesn't mean I'm not busy, Jack. In fact, I've got somewhere to be in twenty minutes and I have to submit my report, so you've got five."

[thislevelofperfection]

Jack's smile--as impossible as it seemed--grew and he mirrored Bucky's exasperated movement, though his was born from amusement. "You're an impossible man, Bucky Barnes. How about this: you, me, Padfoot's and some drinks?"

It was a date proposition: plain and simple and while it could be seen as a simple outing between friends--Black's oddly-named little place was very popular on the ship--that wasn't Jack's intention and he would bet Bucky knew it.

[thoughtyouweredead]

Bucky did know it, he knew it because while there was plenty about the engineer that was a mystery to everyone on board, his persuasions and affections were not. In fact, where most would hem and haw and agonize over approaching anyone they might be attracted to, Jack was the sort of man to make a ship-wide broadcast about it.

It was something else, that was for sure and it was very likely Jack could sweep him off his feet if he let him, but Bucky had already given his heart to someone else; it was difficult to hand over something you didn't have anymore.

His tone turned joking, but there was a hint of sincere apology mixed into it. "I'm sorry to have to break your heart like this, but I'm a taken man, Jack."

[thislevelofperfection]

Jack actually felt a bit of surprise and he knew it showed on his face. It wasn't like he didn't think anyone else would be interested in Bucky, it was just that the other man never said a thing about it, never even gave a hint that there was someone in the picture.

"Really now? Well, you should know: I'm open to sharing."

[thoughtyouweredead]

It wasn't a response he was expecting and his initial reaction was to laugh. For all he knew, Jack was joking--it was hard to tell sometimes with that man--but a feeling told Bucky he was serious. And some part of him wasn't really surprised by that thought either.

"I can't really speak for him, but unfortunately, I'm not really the sharing type. Besides, your five minutes are up."

He started backing up towards the door.

[thislevelofperfection]

Jack came closer to the balcony, as though attempting to follow. It was disappointing to hear that, but he had fun with the teasing and the flirting, so it wasn't likely to put him off from that.

But there was one thing that now had him burning with curiosity.

"Wait, won't you tell me who the lucky fellow is? I gotta know."

[thoughtyouweredead]

Incorrigible. That was probably the word he'd choose for Jack if asked. Charming, but incorrigible, if he had to choose two.

"Sorry, Harkness, that is classified information. See you."

Bucky gave a small salute and turned, the doors sliding shut with a light mechanical sound behind him. Jack would just have to deal with not knowing, for now, he needed to head back to his quarters if he wanted to be ready for his 'date.'