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Third Floor Common Room: Sunday late afternoon [4-1-07]

Isobel had to admit that she was getting a bit bored with Jack. Yes, his skill was impeccable, but honestly, to need to direct him in every action? Still, he was here and she was bored. The spell materials were all collected, the telephone calls to Phoebe and Marie had been made.

So she was curled up with him on the couch, letting him put his talented mouth and hands to work. She'd thought about taking him somewhere more private, but she was savoring the anticipation of having him and Connor together. Yes, the waiting would definitely make the sex sweeter. And in the meantime... the boy could definitely kiss.

[OOC: ETA: Open for anyone who wants to come interact with Witch!Lana, just make it after Jack and Sam have left.]

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He could, and touch and stroke, skilled enough to get the desired effect without an observer being much the wiser, unless they looked very closely.

Jack nibbled on her ear, just the right length of time, then slipped his hand under her shirt to stroke her stomach. "Are you happy?" he asked earnestly. He was supposed to make her happy.

The buried Jack was beyond thought now, was simply simmering rage, looking for a way out.

"Mmmm..." Isobel purred. "Very, as long as you keep doing this."

Jack took her instructions literally, kept stroking her stomach, kept nibbling on her ear, shifting a little so she'd be lying more comfortably against him. "Like that?" he asked.

Isobel sighed. "The whole package would be nice. Go back to the seducing me part." Honestly, he was beginning to seem more trouble than he was worth.

Jack frowned, knowing she was unhappy but not sure why. "Okay," he said obediently, moving to kiss her teasingly, fingers framing her face, gently caressing her neck, sliding his fingers across her clavicle and lower down, circling her breastbone.

He paused to glance up at her questioningly.

She nodded impatiently, gesturing for him to get on with it. "Yes, yes. More."

"Okay," he repeated, then kissed his way back to her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip, fingers sliding behind her ear, seeking the sensitive spot

And he paused, lifting his head, giving her another questioning look.

Sam had run out of coffee and was trying to convince herself this wasn't an emergency. Until she'd gone to the second floor and hadn't been able to find their stash.

So here she was on the third floor, and she was all set to continue her search until she spotted Jack canoodling on the couch with Lana. Without asking/telling her first. "Jack?"

He turned his head to look at her. "Hi Sam," he said neutrally, offering her a mild smile and making no attempt to move off of Lana.

The bit of him that was still Jack, however, was soundlessly screaming her name. Sam could get them out of this. God, just let her figure out something was wrong.

"What are you doing?" Sam was trying very, very hard not to feel like she'd been punched in the stomach, "I thought we had an agreement about this kind of thing. No offense, Lana, but his dance card's pretty damn full."

Isobel weighed her options. On the one hand, she did rather like having Jack as her pet. On the other, he was starting to bore her with his constant need for direction and the potential was here for great amusement.

She blinked at Sam as if disoriented, then at Jack and pulled away abruptly as if shocked. "What? My God, what - how did I get here. Jack! What are you doing to me?"

He blinked down at her, absolutely confused. "What you told me to." She hadn't said anything, but he could anticipate her wishes, so he moved off the her and the couch, stepping a few feet away. "I'm sorry. Did I do it wrong?"

Internally, he seethed. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Lana's body or not, she was going to pay.

Sam easily stepped between Jack and Lana and glared at the other girl, furious. "You actually expect me to believe that Jack Harkness forced you? There's not a chance in hell, little girl. He wouldn't touch an unwilling person," not that they'd be unwilling for long, "because he's got so many who are."

"So," she continued, her hands balling into fists at her sides, "you will fix this, or I'll make you regret it."

Such fun!

Isobel weighed her options once more, then let herself begin to tremble. "I... God, I don't know what happened. I know Jack would never, but I swear... oh my God, what will Jim think?"

She wrapped her arms around herself, letting herself look sick to her stomach, letting the tears begin to flow. "I don't know how I - we - got here. I would never - I swear, I would never - ask Jack he'd tell you!" She looked up at him in horror as if she'd just realized that he couldn't help her.

"Sam, you have to believe me! I would never hurt you like that." She looked up at her pleadingly, then dropped her head again. "But why would you? I wouldn't even believe me."

Judging the time was just about right, she dropped the spell on Jack, adding on a forgetting spell to prevent him from realizing just who she actually was.

Jack had been blinking in mild confusion, completely perplexed but willing to wait and see what Lana wanted him to do next.

Then the spell was suddenly gone.

With an inarticulate growl of rage, he threw himself at Lana, forgetting Sam was between them. He wanted her dead, and he wanted her dead now, and nothing else was important.

Luckily, Sam's feet were planted firmly on the floor, so she only moved forward an inch or two when Jack charged into her back. "Jack! Stop!" She instinctively threw her arms out and prepared to elbow him to the floor.

"Get out of my sight, now, before I let him by," Sam warned Lana. She'd get the full story from Jack later.

Nothing else would have stopped him. Jack forced himself to be still, breathing harshly, breathing in Sam, and he closed his eyes, leaning against her, burying his face in her shoulder, hands fisting in her shirt. "Just get me out here," he muttered through clenched teeth. "Now."

"Come on," Sam put her left arm firmly around Jack's waist in a move that was intended to be both comforting and possessive. Still she'd left her right hand free in case she needed to hit someone. She wasn't stupid, after all. "You don't need to be here."

She guided him towards the door.

Jack put one foot in front of the other, following Sam's lead, muscles so tense they hurt, and he didn't look back as they left the room.

Isobel watched them go, still teary until she was sure that they were well out of earshot.

Then she burst into laughter. Oh, being here was going to be wonderful!

After Sam and Jack had left, Wyatt wandered into the common room, feeling his way along the wall. Yep, still blind.

Isobel turned when she heard someone enter the room. Him! The one who had treated her descendant, her heir, with such contempt. He deserved to pay for the things he had said and done. Not to mention that his actions had nearly gotten her host killed and where would that have left Isobel?

But something seemed odd about the way he was moving - almost as if he couldn't see. She decided to wait and see what he did next.

Wyatt bumped into a chair. "Frak," he muttered under his breath. "Who put that there?"

Isobel couldn't quite help the small giggle that escaped her.

"Who's there?" Wyatt demanded.

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