The future is not what I expected it to be [For quitehomoerotic]

[anightngalesang]

Parachute or not, Jack hit the ground hard, half stunned. He twisted enough to land properly without breaking anything, but it still jarred him and he disconnected from the chute on instinct and lay on the ground trying to get his bearings and catch his breath. Something had happened up there, something he couldn't fully describe. Already dizzy

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[quitehomoerotic]

A month can be a long time when you're getting over a loss. Jack was used to loss, but that didn't make it any easier. Each after the last, just as hard and as painful as the one before

[anightngalesang]

The approaching lights of the car had been fairly obvious in the evening gloom, though Jack wasn't certain they were actually headed toward him until they came up the hill. That gave him pause, but maybe it was some sort of retrieval team. He was still in Wales, after all, still in friendly territory...even if parts of it looked completely foreign. He was still trying to convince himself that the growth of the city, the many more lights in the distance, the height of the buildings could all be something rattled from hitting his head.

Other explanations didn't really present themselves, after all.

When the car came to a screeching halt, he shielded his eyes against the headlights to look at it. It wasn't like anything he'd seen before--some sort of modified Jeep, all fancied up. His other hand slid to check his sidearm, though he didn't pull it. Friendly territory, it wouldn't do to seem hostile in wartime, but he was pretty glad to find it still there, just in case.

[quitehomoerotic]

The rift threw out all manner of things: objects, creatures, people. Things from different times, different places. There never was a precedent for what to expect.

Jack didn't expect anything now.

As he stepped from the SUV he saw the silhouette of the man in the dim moonlight. The lights from the city beyond leaked colour that made shadows play upon his form.

"Hey there," Jack called out. "You okay over here?"

He appeared, for what Jack could see, to be wearing some sort of flight suit. But there was no plane or evidence of a crash. Nothing to say where (or when) this man had come from.

[anightngalesang]

The voice sounded American, like his own, and familiar enough that he felt a shiver run over him. But with that head hit, he couldn't be certain of anything he was hearing. He moved toward the man, though, taking in the outline of his coat, the way he stood there. It had only been the night before that he'd seen such a form walking into another blinding light, and then disappear.

Clearly strange things were going to be the theme for the week.

For all that the question was there on his lips, wanting to try and put the name with the form and voice, he held back, uncertain, just stepping more into the light.

"My plane was hit. I think I must have gotten caught in some sort of strong draft to be blown this far back in. I don't suppose I could get a lift back to town?" As strange as the city looked, part of him was still clinging to the idea that he'd get back in to Cardiff, find his men, and all would be well. "I need to check on my men."