Student Housing, London, Friday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

The portals were booked: Jack and Sebastien were scheduled to go to 1901 Boston early the next day. Kevin had been informed he'd need a new flatmate for the spring, and the university had been told Jack was taking a leave of absence. (Neither, it must be said, seemed exactly broken up to see him go.) Jack had made excuses to his London friends, something about a sick relative that was deliberately dull enough to discourage further questioning.

All that was left were the calls to people from Fandom.

Sebastien, being a wise man, had taken himself elsewhere to handle some paperwork, so Jack had privacy as he started dialing.

It was possible he was calling in ascending order of difficulty.

[OOC: NFB due to distance, but open for calls and the like.]

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[bitten_notshy]

"I know that," Jack said. It was the one part of the whole operation that gave him pause. "We'll most likely have Professor Garrett on our side, and Ronan's working on a bracelet with a few spells woven in for me. But in a sudden crisis, it'll be me and the people there."

He scruffed his hand over his hair. "All I can promise is to be careful."

That was the most he could offer.

[icecoldfrost]

"If you were Careful Jack, you wouldn't be going," Emma answered, with a slight hysterical giggle. "Promise me you'll be Tricksy Jack, instead, with no unnecessary risks."

"If you ask yourself 'is this going to make Emma mad at me when she finds out,' then don't do it."

[bitten_notshy]

"Apart from how you're mad at me about the whole enterprise?" Jack asked, some slight amusement in his voice. "Tricksy Jack, then. Sneaky and sly and not calling attention to himself any more than he has to."

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm not mad, darling, I'm utterly furious," Emma admitted. "I know I can't stop you, and even if I tried you'd be gone before I found you."

"That doesn't mean I like it -- and I don't -- and if I find out you've done anything other than be Tricksy Jack, we shall have words."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack went silent for a moment to weigh what she'd said. While he'd try his best, he couldn't promise what she was asking, not given how unpredictable any war was likely to be. He suspected if she thought about it, she'd know that.

He also knew that in leaving, he might be causing a rift he couldn't heal. But in his heart, he believed he was doing the right thing. Cold-blooded as it was, he cared more about that than he did about upsetting Emma.

"I understand," he said, because he did. "Can I ask for a favor, or are you too furious to think about that?"

[icecoldfrost]

"That quite depends on the favor," she replied warily. "Why?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack closed his eyes and gambled. "It's dull. I need someone to check my voicemail and email and pass along anything important. I'd trust you with the passwords."

Not an exciting thing, not a sexy thing, but Jack couldn't give up his 21st century life completely enough to cut himself off. He was coming back, and he had to act that way.

[icecoldfrost]

If some traitorous little part of Emma had been hoping he'd say something else, well, she wasn't going to admit anything.

"You assume I don't already know your passwords," she teased, shutting her eyes against the well of emotions. stopitstopitstopit. "Of course, darling. Just send me a list of whatever you think is important, and I'll check in once a day to send anything vital along."

[bitten_notshy]

Was he supposed to ask her to come with him? Jack only liked asking for favors when he expected the answer to be yes.

He noticed the hesitation in her town, but gave no sign of it. "Thank you," he said. "Once a week should be enough, really. I'm doing my best to let everyone know I'll be a bit unreachable."

And for the first time, his stomach knotted up at how final this could be.

[icecoldfrost]

"I take it this means your invitation to spend New Years' with you in London is rescinded," Emma commented. "...are you sure about this, Jack? Really, truly sure?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Given I have no idea where I'll be by the New Year, I'm afraid that is safe to say," Jack had to agree. "And I'll miss your birthday, too."

He half-smiled into the phone. "The longer I keep talking to you, the more doubts I have."

And yet he didn't hang up.

[icecoldfrost]

"Because you're quite clever and know that Auntie Emma is usually right," she pointed out. Because she was! "You also hate making me cross."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had meant because he would miss her, but that didn't seem a path worth going down.

"I'll be in touch," he said. "Hopefully not in ways that will make you cross."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had a suspicion she knew what he meant; he had used particular words in his voicemail, after all, but it would be impolite to bring it up. Hence, teasing and sarcasm.

"I plan to hold you to that, Mr. Priest," she replied instead. "Do try not to do anything too hideously reckless."

[bitten_notshy]

Yes, Jack had used those words, and he'd been neither naked nor suffering from head injury. It was, perhaps, a sign of progress in their relationship.

One to be considered later.

"I will, and let me know if the world almost ends again," Jack added. "Farewell."