Body Switch 3.2 Jack Harkness
When Jack woke up, he noted a few things immediately. First, he'd gone to sleep in Alcuin's bed and he woke up on the ground. He could hear the waterfall clearly through the walls of...canvas? He was in a tent.
And then something fuzzy wriggled next to his neck and he sat up. He sat up and the mass of blonde hair tossed over his shoulder and fell against his back. The lighter limbs, the thing in his lap that looked into his eyes as if it were questioning who he was, the need to grab the golden thing nearby purely by reflex.
"Oh, crap," he sighed. He was a girl. He was a girl in what appeared to be her own space. Home? Something. At least he wasn't a eunuch.
Jack crawled out of the tent in what appeared to be either some sort of night shirt or a very loose dress. Either way, it wasn't something he wanted to wander the island in. The weasel creature stayed close and once Jack was outside and realized it wasn't going anyplace, he picked it up and it immediately scampered to his shoulder. He looked around and decided that the closest person he knew who was a woman who might be about this size was east, not too far.
It seemed natural to talk to the animal on his shoulder as he walked, so he spoke in a young girl's voice, telling it his name and that he'd been through this sort of thing before. That they were going someplace safe and not to bite him or anything. Like it had a couple times already. He couldn't seem to be pissed at it, though.
Jack knocked on Ianto and Charlie's door and hoped they were okay and had escaped the island's sense of humor this time around, or else he'd have a hard time explaining why he was there, looking for clothes.
And then something fuzzy wriggled next to his neck and he sat up. He sat up and the mass of blonde hair tossed over his shoulder and fell against his back. The lighter limbs, the thing in his lap that looked into his eyes as if it were questioning who he was, the need to grab the golden thing nearby purely by reflex.
"Oh, crap," he sighed. He was a girl. He was a girl in what appeared to be her own space. Home? Something. At least he wasn't a eunuch.
Jack crawled out of the tent in what appeared to be either some sort of night shirt or a very loose dress. Either way, it wasn't something he wanted to wander the island in. The weasel creature stayed close and once Jack was outside and realized it wasn't going anyplace, he picked it up and it immediately scampered to his shoulder. He looked around and decided that the closest person he knew who was a woman who might be about this size was east, not too far.
It seemed natural to talk to the animal on his shoulder as he walked, so he spoke in a young girl's voice, telling it his name and that he'd been through this sort of thing before. That they were going someplace safe and not to bite him or anything. Like it had a couple times already. He couldn't seem to be pissed at it, though.
Jack knocked on Ianto and Charlie's door and hoped they were okay and had escaped the island's sense of humor this time around, or else he'd have a hard time explaining why he was there, looking for clothes.