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Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Claim: Crossovers (Captain Jack Harkness)

Rating: PG-13

Drabbles completed so far: 25/100

Prompt: Let Me Down

"Oh, I don't know," the hot (Xander wasn't saying it, but…) older guy said, "I think you look pretty good there, personally."

Xander snorted. "Oh yeah, I'm a regular decorative item."

Bright blue eyes ran over Xander's long form. "You certainly are," the other man leered.

"Look," Xander began crossly, only to frown, confused, "uh, what was your name?"

"Jack," the other man grinned.

"Jack, right," Xander grunted. "Look, Jack, I get that we have a mutual appreciation thing going on, but I really would rather be somewhere other than here. And, frankly, my shoulders are getting a little sore. I'm surprised your shoulders aren't killing you," he pouted, unhappy to be outlasted by the other man.

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Jack nodded, "they are. I just have something to distract me," he smirked.

Xander scowled. "That better be my hot bod distracting you, not my predicament." Xander's eyes widened when he saw Jack's smirk widen to a leer. "Uh, I mean… Well…"

"Oh, it's your body," Jack chuckled. He twisted to look at his own arms, chained above his head. "Only fair when I find myself in the same predicament. But my friends should be here soon," he muttered, trying to access his wrist-strap.

"Out of the two, I think I'd prefer to be rescued by your friends," Xander offered. "They're less likely to laugh about me being a d-, uh, trouble-magnet. So that thing's functional?" he asked hurriedly, trying to cover his slip.

Jack glanced at the younger man. "Yeah. It's a high-tech communicator thing, which would be useful if I could get to it," he grumbled.

Gun shots were heard, and both men turned. "Your guys?" Xander asked hopefully.

"Sounds like," Jack nodded.

Moments later, the cell door flew open, and two dark-haired people dashed in. They immediately flocked to Jack, helping him down and undoing his shackles. Jack took a moment to flex his shoulders before crossing the distance to where Xander hung.

Xander gave his best puppy dog eyes. "Jack, I promise, I'll do just about anything if you'll do just one thing for me."

Jack put his hands to Xander's hips, and smirked.