A planet way far in the future
It was warm, it was sunny, the beach was white sand stretching to infinity while the ocean lapped at its edge. Jack leaned back in his sinfully comfortable chair, grinned, and finished his drink.
He was naked, of course; everyone was. Some bright spark of an entrepreneur had taken the concept of a nude beach and expanded it to an entire planet. Jack was taking full advantage of it, and of a large number of his fellow tourists. Singly and in pairs.
It was bliss, it was paradise it was…boring.
Hard as it was to admit, he was bored. Bored, bored, b o r e d.
As he motioned for another drink, he closed his eyes, slipping into a daydream.
He hadn’t come here. Instead, he’d followed through on that rumour of the Chula warship, used it run a con in the best place to ensure it could never be found out. Earth, middle of a war, where no one would be suspicious if the mysterious piece of alien tech suddenly exploded.
The images flashed faster. Drinking and dancing and uniforms that were sexy as hell, slipping himself smoothly into a squadron. Blonde girls hanging from barrage balloons, more drinking, more dancing. A tall man in a dark leather jacket, who looked very familiar. And who had a banana.
“Are you my mummy?” Shiver of fear, with elation at the end.
Death and glory and an oh-so familiar blue box…
Jack snapped back to the here-and-now.
“Huh.” Eloquent it wasn’t, but his mind was racing.
What-ifs. They brought worry, longing, regret, relief. But the one thing everyone knew was that a what-if stayed a what-if, no matter what you might wish.
Unless you had a time machine.
Jack had a time machine.
He leapt to his feet, flashed a grin at the waiter who was bringing his drink, and sprinted off across the sand. There was one thing he had to do, and then he’d be off, to see what chasing a what-if could bring.
[ooc: IAWL kept vague so as not to rewrite an episode. And so this IAWL is also the last appearance of Jack -- at least in my hands -- who I’m surrendering to time and fate.].
He was naked, of course; everyone was. Some bright spark of an entrepreneur had taken the concept of a nude beach and expanded it to an entire planet. Jack was taking full advantage of it, and of a large number of his fellow tourists. Singly and in pairs.
It was bliss, it was paradise it was…boring.
Hard as it was to admit, he was bored. Bored, bored, b o r e d.
As he motioned for another drink, he closed his eyes, slipping into a daydream.
He hadn’t come here. Instead, he’d followed through on that rumour of the Chula warship, used it run a con in the best place to ensure it could never be found out. Earth, middle of a war, where no one would be suspicious if the mysterious piece of alien tech suddenly exploded.
The images flashed faster. Drinking and dancing and uniforms that were sexy as hell, slipping himself smoothly into a squadron. Blonde girls hanging from barrage balloons, more drinking, more dancing. A tall man in a dark leather jacket, who looked very familiar. And who had a banana.
“Are you my mummy?” Shiver of fear, with elation at the end.
Death and glory and an oh-so familiar blue box…
Jack snapped back to the here-and-now.
“Huh.” Eloquent it wasn’t, but his mind was racing.
What-ifs. They brought worry, longing, regret, relief. But the one thing everyone knew was that a what-if stayed a what-if, no matter what you might wish.
Unless you had a time machine.
Jack had a time machine.
He leapt to his feet, flashed a grin at the waiter who was bringing his drink, and sprinted off across the sand. There was one thing he had to do, and then he’d be off, to see what chasing a what-if could bring.
[ooc: IAWL kept vague so as not to rewrite an episode. And so this IAWL is also the last appearance of Jack -- at least in my hands -- who I’m surrendering to time and fate.].