The Gates' kitchen, Sydney

[lyndawithay]

*enters kitchen, dressed in her best Victorian housewife ensemble, to keep her appointment with Jack, and sits at the table*

All right, here I am. Let's talk.

Why did Arthur contact you? How did you know about my suicide?

And how can you possibly help me?

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[agent_harkness]

You got it.

[lyndawithay]

Done.

*caresses your back softly*

Jack, when you came here, did you suspect that we would do this?

[agent_harkness]

It's the Victorian era. *kisses you* You gotta be ready. ;-)

[lyndawithay]

*smiles*

Did you...hope that we would?

[agent_harkness]

I wish I could say I didn't. But I did.

[lyndawithay]

*touched*

It's all right. Really, it's all right.

*kisses you, slow and lingering*

*pulls away and idly strokes your hair, looking into your eyes*

Oh, I'm sorry, Jack. You probably want to sit down.

[agent_harkness]

*zips himself up*

*sits down and pulls you into his lap*

Somehow I don't think I'm being real helpful when it comes to fixing up your marriage.

[lyndawithay]

*putting your hair back in order with her fingers*

No, actually, I think you have been...

I've just realised a few things, thanks to you.