Title: Sort of... Well Not Exactly
Author: lollobrigida
Pairing: Jack/PC Andy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The tale of PC Andy and Captain Jack Harkness, and why he really chose Gwen.

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He's a good officer really. Jack knows it. Of course when it came down to it he picked Gwen over him. Well... sort of.

Not exactly.

Gwen was the one he needed. She looked at the Weevil and she didn't run. Jack's pretty sure that if she had given it more thought... maybe even guessed that she would've been impregnated by a demon, watched her fiancee die... snogged a man who really couldn't actually tell her how old he was... she might have run. Right down the hallway to the corridor and kept on going.

Still Andy was a good one too. Knew the rules, kept his head level... kept his wits about him sure.

PC Andy.

Good bloke. Nice guy. Visited his mum twice a month just to make sure she was faring okay. Spent his off time at the corner pub for a pull and a wistful moment wondering if his life would ever really get him someplace other than the job he had, living in the flat he rented hoping for the girl he'd never get.

Which was Gwen, who Jack had picked as well... over Andy.

Sort of though was the point right? The not exactly part of it.

Maybe it was just a random thought as Jack passed him on his way out of the pub one night. A glance from Andy that was more of a nod, and Jack turned on toe returning to the lonely PC Andy to just check in on him. See what he was up to. Keeping those... lines of communication open between the law and the ones that didn't really care about the law.

It was the right thing to do... sort of.

Well it wasn't exactly like he'd planned it, but then again Captain Jack Harkness is made out of at least 16% No-Plan-of-Action, so it should be simply understood. But Jack had picked Gwen instead, so PC Andy was without that knowledge. He was just lonely and here was Jack. Jack who was charming and smiling and had pheromones that really no one could figure out why he just smelled that good. It lingered on his clothing too, and he knew that too. It was why those strong bracing grabs to a shoulder always caused a head to turn into them. Not to see what he was doing, but to smell that spot right upon his pulse.

"Hey, Andy right? Gwen's friend?"

The poor thing nods, because he knows without a doubt that he's ever been considered more than a friend to Gwen... barely a partner especially now that she's gone off with... the lot of them. But the grip to his shoulder is there and Jack's got that smile. Andy's got to wonder... what does everyone see in this bloke anyway? He's not that good looking... he's got that smile though, and then of course Andy knows that if he had eyes like that he'd look at a girl and she'd just know his intent.

Which is sort of how Jack's looking at Poor PC Andy.

Well... not exactly in that moment at least. The look comes later. Much later. After a few more pulls and a few more jokes at someone else's expense. It's laughter and arms around shoulders and a few songs that Jack knows all the words to, but flubs them a bit because he knows Andy doesn't know them.

Andy never knows them.

But still they sing.

Loud it bellows through the alleyways and it vibrates against damp brick walls.

And still they sing... until they don't sing anymore, because Jack's got those eyes that Andy could use to get a girl, but Jack uses to get whatever he wants. PC Andy with his uniform, and the sandy blonde hair and the slight build that Jack knows... because Jack's done this before. It's the slight hesitation that Jack likes the most. The fact that PC Andy has to think about it, because he thinks he's never done this before. He thinks that a man like this Captain fellow could have anyone and here he is... with just Andy, and that's usually all it takes for anyone to give in.

Well... sort of... but it helps. It helps that Jack tells him he wants him, and it helps that Jack tells him how attracted he is to him. It helps that Jack is Jack, and that his face doesn't even feel like there's a hint of stubble to press against Andy's chin and make him think of anything but the feeling of someone wanting him. It's quick and heated, and something strictly forbidden and Andy's not sure if he's just enjoying the way Jack's hand seems to know what to do on instinct alone... or the fact that pressing against his own thigh he can feel what just him being there has done for Jack. It's a reciprocation that doesn't feel as awkward as it could've been, and part of him almost wonders if this is why he's not had a girl in a while. That he's not hung up on Gwen because he's hung up on Gwen... but because of other reasons.

It won't matter though. Those thoughts will drift away, replaced with the feeling of release and reprieve and foreheads pressed hard to shoulders, breathing in that heavy scent of Jack's coat and just how he smells naturally. It'll be a long walk home for Andy and Jack knows it. It's always a long walk and Jack always walks it with him.

Andy is polite, watches after his mum, brings the neighbor woman her paper if she's forgotten, though Jack is sure it's just to make sure she's alive. So when Jack asks to come in for a drink, Andy doesn't even pause for thought. The door is held open and Jack knows the way. Two glasses of water and when Andy drops the paper off for Mrs. Abelstein Jack is left alone with the two glasses of water.

He'd like to think that someone like Andy could understand... but he didn't pick Andy... he picked Gwen. And that is the point exactly.

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