Tuesday morning: room 215 & elsewhere
Somewhere in Cardiff
"No."
"Come on, Gwen. It'll be fun."
"No. No no no no no. There is no way that you're bringing him."
"Why not?" Captain Jack Harkness was innocence personified as he leaned on Gwen's desk and smiled at her, eyes sparkling. "What could possibly go wrong?"
A long slow look skewered him. "Let's see. If it was just you? You'd get caught sneaking into the palace, seduce a member of the royal family, get caught, get sentenced to death, seduce your executioners, escape, lead the rest of the prisoners out, overthrow the corrupt government, seduce the new leaders, get sentenced to death again, escape, and have me trying to outfly whatever passes for security on the planet. If there's two of you?" She was completely lost for words as she stared at him in horror and his grin got wider. "Just, no. It is not happening."
Gwen couldn't quite figure out why, twenty minutes later, she was making arrangements for three of them while Captain Jack started punching numbers into his phone. She stared at him and then banged her head against the desk. "Every time. He does this to me Every. Damn. Time. And now there's going to be two of them." The impact of head against desk must have shaken something loose, because suddenly she burst out laughing, waving a hand in dismissal when he quirked an eyebrow at her in question.
Finally, he was going to get a taste of what it was like for her. He was going to get to deal with himself.
There was a distinct bounce in her step as she went to organise a ship big enough for three.
This could be fun after all.
~~~
Fandom High - Room 215: Far too early Tuesday morning
An insistent beeping forcibly dragged Jack out of sleep.
He slammed a hand down on the alarm and groaned when the noise didn't stop. He'd only just come back from Parker's, he'd been asleep for - he peered blearily at the clock - 23 minutes and the beeping would not stop.
What the hell was it?
He finally woke up enough to realise it was coming from the drawer of the bedside table, and he fumbled around in it until he found the mini-comp he'd shoved in there weeks ago and promptly forgotten about. Random button hitting eventually flashed the screen into life and he groaned again as a far too familiar face appeared on the screen.
"Do you know how early it is?" he asked, dragging a hand through his hair, idly wondering if he should get it cut.
"No."
"Come on, Gwen. It'll be fun."
"No. No no no no no. There is no way that you're bringing him."
"Why not?" Captain Jack Harkness was innocence personified as he leaned on Gwen's desk and smiled at her, eyes sparkling. "What could possibly go wrong?"
A long slow look skewered him. "Let's see. If it was just you? You'd get caught sneaking into the palace, seduce a member of the royal family, get caught, get sentenced to death, seduce your executioners, escape, lead the rest of the prisoners out, overthrow the corrupt government, seduce the new leaders, get sentenced to death again, escape, and have me trying to outfly whatever passes for security on the planet. If there's two of you?" She was completely lost for words as she stared at him in horror and his grin got wider. "Just, no. It is not happening."
Gwen couldn't quite figure out why, twenty minutes later, she was making arrangements for three of them while Captain Jack started punching numbers into his phone. She stared at him and then banged her head against the desk. "Every time. He does this to me Every. Damn. Time. And now there's going to be two of them." The impact of head against desk must have shaken something loose, because suddenly she burst out laughing, waving a hand in dismissal when he quirked an eyebrow at her in question.
Finally, he was going to get a taste of what it was like for her. He was going to get to deal with himself.
There was a distinct bounce in her step as she went to organise a ship big enough for three.
This could be fun after all.
~~~
Fandom High - Room 215: Far too early Tuesday morning
An insistent beeping forcibly dragged Jack out of sleep.
He slammed a hand down on the alarm and groaned when the noise didn't stop. He'd only just come back from Parker's, he'd been asleep for - he peered blearily at the clock - 23 minutes and the beeping would not stop.
What the hell was it?
He finally woke up enough to realise it was coming from the drawer of the bedside table, and he fumbled around in it until he found the mini-comp he'd shoved in there weeks ago and promptly forgotten about. Random button hitting eventually flashed the screen into life and he groaned again as a far too familiar face appeared on the screen.
"Do you know how early it is?" he asked, dragging a hand through his hair, idly wondering if he should get it cut.