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Jay's workshop is an interesting mess of bike parts and tools. He has a couple of old couches and a cooler full of beer too. "I know it's weird but being down here is almost as private as anywhere in Milliways."
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{{from here}}

Jay leads Eric upstairs and into his room. "Private enough for you?" And at least comfortable for him to sleep it off after Eric's done with him.

He grins and gestures Eric towards him. He knows this is unhealthy, this relationship. But fuck, it's fun!
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{{From here}}

Jay pulls on his jacket and takes Eric's hand willingly, letting him lead with a soft smile. "I like the sound of secluded."
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{{From here.}}

Let's face it, Jay's a slut. The minute he saw Eric in the bar, he hoped this was where they'd end up. "So, same arrangement as last time?" He runs his hands over Eric's hard shoulders. "Blood for pleasure and pleasure for blood."
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{{From here}}

Jay's room is as boring as it could be, nothing more than a hotel room but then, he's only been there a week. He closes the door behind Eric and looks him over again. He really should be wondering what he's got himself in for but those self-preservation circuits cut out long ago. He pulls Eric into a kiss, shamelessly running his hands over the marble cold curves of his back.
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{{From here}}

After a long shower and some serious sleep, Jay finds his way to room f(x,y). "I come bearing beer." Jay calls, knocking on Sherral's door. Barefoot and relaxed, he looks a hell of a lot better than he did last time Sherral saw him.
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Jason packed his panniers and adjusted his jacket. The snap blades Teja made him fit perfectly, sitting against his wrists like a second skin. His hands moved over the rest of his gear in order, a rhythm of his nomadic existence. All he owned, he carried and every time he moved, he checked.

The gold strips in the lining of his jacket. The IDs hidden under the jacket’s integral armour. The account numbers and passwords memorised and stored. He had everything he needed to start a new life.

His much upgraded bike had every bit of anti-surveillance tech he could scrounge, build or repurpose. And every bit of surveillance tech too. If anything or anyone came after him, he wanted to see it coming.

But he knew it wasn’t enough. All the planning and toys at his disposal won’t save him from what was coming after him but it would give him a running start.

He wanted to follow Ichabod’s suggestion – find a nice little place in Malta and settle down. Make a home, not just a safe house. Somewhere with a view of the way so he could look out and see the world in its splendour.

But it would never work. Not while the League has a target painted on his back. There could be no settling down, no enjoying the view without constantly looking over his shoulder. Not until he could do it without fear.

It was time to face the music. Bike packed and gear stowed, he sat at his workbench and started writing notes. He didn’t want it to seem like his last word to them but he can’t help but wonder if he’s coming back.
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Leaving Milliways for Chrismas

The basket of treats from Rae touches Jay deeply. Her friendship and kindness has meant the world to him. Not to mention her understanding. Ichabod’s too. And William and Jemma and Gavroche and Teja and Shephard and Alan. And all the other friends he’s somehow managed to make in such a short period of time. Fuck! Why would anyone leave a place like this?

But he has to leave. At least for a little while. Talking to Rae and Ichabod has made him realise there are things he has to do. Things he can’t leave as they are.

He takes the basket down to the garage with him. There’s more here than he could ever hope to eat before they go stale and that would be a waste beyond words. He lifts out the tin of lace cookies, too delicate to travel and stashed them somewhere safe before wrapping the rest and tucking them in his pannier bags.

The lift takes him and his somewhat updated and improved bike upstairs. He pulls the goggles down, knowing that time hasn’t passed on the outside which means a hell of a dust-storm is still waiting for him. At least he’s prepared for it this time.

He rides to the edge of the storm, finding a high dune to sit and wait out the rest of the day. He should make for the Ivory Coast. It’s three days hard ride, maybe two with the work he’s done on the bike. With time not passing from outside Milliways, Ali’s only been dead a day. His family deserves to know. But before he can go to them, Jay needs to see the stars. Ali’s stars.

He sits up on the dune and watches as the desert sky changes colour and each and every star visible with the naked eye comes out and shines. Under this sky, he and Ali held each other, holding back the loneliness just a little while longer and remembering what human kindness felt like. The tears come slowly, silver in the reflected light as the moon steals sky from the stars. It’s been nearly a month since Ali died, longer than Jay knew him but it only takes a single look to know. To fall in love.

And yet Jay hasn’t mourned. He hasn’t given himself that time. But here, alone under Ali’s sky, he can finally cry.

Before midnight, he kicks the engine into gear and heads out. He has promises to keep, Ali’s family to talk to and Rae’s food to share. It’s been a long time since Jay celebrated Christmas in any way. This seems as good a way to spend the holiday as any.
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The tiny computer part rattled across the bench and Jay looked down at his hands. His fingers shook ever so slightly. Just enough to make it hard to keep splicing the wires.

Three days. Three days without sleep and he had started to loss it. There was a time he could go for a week on only a few hours sleep but that was before.

Before he died.

Before he woke up in his own coffin.

Before the madness and the nightmares.

He put the wire-strippers down. There’s no point trying to keep going tonight. He’d only managed to salvage one uplink from the batbike he found. If he could get it to work, he could hack the computer back home and get a better idea of where things stood. It wasn’t worth pushing it and damaging the electronics.

He scrubbed at his eyes and looked around the space he called his own. Three walls made of heavy canvas, two bikes and a claimed Winnebago. Granted that’s more than he had a week ago but it was still sad.

His eyes closed for a moment and he jerked himself awake. No. That can’t happen. He knew the nightmares were waiting, just there, behind his eyes. Ready to pounce.

He picked up his impromptu bo staff and starts working through combat kata. Anything to keep himself awake for just a little while longer.
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