Long ago, Jack had compiled snippets of the sonic signature of the TARDIS, so when that distinct hollow roar pulsed in the Cardiff air, Jack knew.
He ran up the stairs and out the tourist shop, cutting across the plaza at breakneck speed. The TARDIS. The Doctor.
He'd get answers.
Instead, the blue box disappeared again before him, leaving a girl. A thin, short blonde with a bag. Jack sized up the situation and although he felt on the edge of dying for the thousandth time, he pulled in his gait to a jog, then slower, swaggering toward her.
Ace stood there, watching him as he came from the other direction, turning as she heard the slap of his footsteps.
And saw his coat.
Something in her heart seized, and her chin wobbled as she dashed tears from her cheeks. This was it, then. She lifted her chin, and limped closer to him, the bag banging against her hip from where it hung over her shoulder. She knew him - that was clear, her face almost twisted in an odd sort of... grief, almost.
"Hullo, Jack." She paused, and swallowed hard. "... Captain Harkness."
Because this wasn't her Jack, even as island-Jack hadn't been Gwen's.
She tightened her jaw, sticking out her hand. Either this would work, or it wouldn't.
He arched a brow and looked her over. She clearly knew him, and he sized up the way she held her shoulders, the tension in her jaw, and the look of her eyes and lips to decide if she was a threat.
Threat or not, the Doctor had left her behind and that spoke volumes.
"Hell-lo," he said warmly, taking her hand. "You have the advantage here, I think. You know my name already. What should I call you besides gorgeous?"
"Don't bother." She was clearly talking about the flirting, her head tipped back as she looked up at him. He'd always been nearly a foot taller then her, and now it just seemed even more pronounced.
"Call me Ace." She felt something twist in her chest when she said that, and she inhaled sharply. Her legs were throbbing, and she exhaled slowly, her brain scrabbling for what to do. "And believe me, I don't have the advantage o'er anything."
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He ran up the stairs and out the tourist shop, cutting across the plaza at breakneck speed. The TARDIS. The Doctor.
He'd get answers.
Instead, the blue box disappeared again before him, leaving a girl. A thin, short blonde with a bag. Jack sized up the situation and although he felt on the edge of dying for the thousandth time, he pulled in his gait to a jog, then slower, swaggering toward her.
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And saw his coat.
Something in her heart seized, and her chin wobbled as she dashed tears from her cheeks. This was it, then. She lifted her chin, and limped closer to him, the bag banging against her hip from where it hung over her shoulder. She knew him - that was clear, her face almost twisted in an odd sort of... grief, almost.
"Hullo, Jack." She paused, and swallowed hard. "... Captain Harkness."
Because this wasn't her Jack, even as island-Jack hadn't been Gwen's.
She tightened her jaw, sticking out her hand. Either this would work, or it wouldn't.
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Threat or not, the Doctor had left her behind and that spoke volumes.
"Hell-lo," he said warmly, taking her hand. "You have the advantage here, I think. You know my name already. What should I call you besides gorgeous?"
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"Call me Ace." She felt something twist in her chest when she said that, and she inhaled sharply. Her legs were throbbing, and she exhaled slowly, her brain scrabbling for what to do. "And believe me, I don't have the advantage o'er anything."
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