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[timeagent_john]

He’d had enough of Jack-bloody-Harkness. Jack, who thought he was the king of the bloody galaxy, Jack, who was some sort of Saviour or god in the eyes of these… these idiots. These cavemen. Like he’d lit a fucking match and suddenly he was the inventor of fire.

Jack, who came and went as he liked. Jack, who only had time for his partner when he

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[girl_upgraded]

The girl sat on the steps of a building boarded over. She'd go in later, but now the stifling heat was too much and the light of the evening was just right. She could pull off her glasses and see the world. See the filth and poverty. See the violence and desperation. See the need and hunger. She could see it, but she didn't care. The city kept moving, the heartbeat of it too loud for her ears at times. The cries like pain, too bright against her skin.

But right now, in the twilight, she could see people and faces and colors. She could sometimes remember things. Small things. Tom, she knew him. The captain, she knew him, too. She always remembered Medicorp. She remembered...

Red.

[timeagent_john]

He'd worn gloves, a small kindness. They were thick, heavy leather, stolen from the market and a stall owned by a man with black eyes. When he spotted her he didn't care if she saw him or not. She wouldn't run, he wasn't even sure she could or understood that she should.

Such a pretty little broken gem, circuits and pain bundled into a delicate package of flesh.

She was beautiful, and John couldn't help but wonder if she'd be the one to die. He wouldn't mind a look at her insides. He had a feeling those were beautiful as well.

"Hello love," he whispered, crouching down beside her and removing one glove. "We're going on an adventure," he told her, as his gloved hand closed over her wrist, and his uncovered fingertips hovered less than an inch away from her cheek.

[girl_upgraded]

Her eyes opened wide, nostrils flared, but she didn't make a sound. Neurons fired and circuitry attempted to compensate...it was better than before. Before guns and screaming and touching and needles and sleep and secret surgery and upgrades. Always upgrades. It helped, but it hadn't healed.

Her trembling frame managed a nod even as she shied away from the hand near her face. Fear of pain was worse than pain. Fear of pain was the same as pain.

"Going on an adventure," she repeated softly as she got to her feet.

[timeagent_john]

"Good girl," John said, his gloved hand releasing her wrist as he slid it up her arm and eventually moved to cup her chin, tilting her head up so he could get a better look.

"We're going to have such fun little girl," he promised, squeezing slightly before letting go.

Part of him wanted to just have a little fun where they were, to push her inside the building and see if he could make her scream and come at the same time. But no, no this had all been planned out, and for all John was a wild card, he liked to stick to his own plans.

Slipping an arm around her waist he walked her along, his gloved hand sneaking under the hem of her shirt in some fucked up mockery of a loving touch.