Locked to Jack

[timeagent_john]

It wasn't right. John knew it just wasn't right. More than that though, it wasn't fair. Somehow… some bloody way, Jack Harkness was screwing with time. It wasn't the wrist strap, he'd tried his own over and over, hooking it up to various devices and picking it apart and putting it back together. It had to be some other alien tech. After all, there

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A smile and a couple cred and Jack leaned back against the bar. He had nothing but time, and sooner or later business would find him. He drank slowly after he'd downed the top half.

It was about five swallows later that he started to feel...strange. His smile faded as he looked around. He needed to stay hydrated, but one more sip and he was certain he'd been slipped something.

[timeagent_john]

John watched from across the bar, waiting before slowly making his way over. Sliding up beside Jack, he grinned wolfishly as he slid a hand under the other man's coat.

"You alright, friend? You're looking a little... unsteady. Tired, perhaps? Not getting a good night sleep?"

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He licked the roof of his mouth, trying to think of what...of who...then suddenly there was an arm around him and a very familiar, very unwanted face.

"You fucking bast--"

Jack's eyes fell closed and he slumped against the man, not out cold, but so far beyond independant thought or movement that he was vulnerable. He couldn't even force his way through the haze to know just how vulnerale he was.

[timeagent_john]

"Such a drama queen," John replied, tutting a little to himself as he draped one of Jack's arms over his shoulders and led him out the bar.

"There's a lesson to be learned here. It's never trust the barman. Anyone can be bought."

The car he'd stolen earlier was thankfully still in the lot, and it wasn't too hard to load Jack into the back of it. He just hoped the drug didn't wear off before they reached the docks.