The Day After Yesterday: Ch 8
A/N: Thus ends the fist episode the next should start next week
Previous part
He’d read the same paragraph six times, but he still didn’t know what it said. Jack set the paper down and for the millionth time glanced over at the tin box. He knew what he’d find when he opened it and he really didn’t need that right now. So he grabbed the box and looked around the office, finally deciding on the top of a shelf that was above eye level, he slid the box there and sat back down to work.
Less then a minute later he stood up and went to the kitchen area, UNIT had taken the little nook they had with a fridge and a bit of counter and expanded it to a small but very condensed food prep area. He looked through the fridge and cabinets and finally grabbed a chocolate bar. He wandered back out into the main Hub.
At the noise of wings he looked up in time to see Myfwaney land near. He smiled broke off a piece, “I’ll split it with you girl,” he said as he tossed a bit to the Pteronodon. She snapped it out of the air and he broke off a piece to eat himself. When they finished the bar she flew back up to her nest. Jack wiped his hands and tossed the balled up wrapping into the trash.
He walked around the new water tower looking at it then went back into his office to sit. Maybe he could do this, work with a new team, go back to defending the earth. Just maybe. He knew he was setting himself up for more pain, and really he should learn better, but he didn’t and he wouldn’t. Here he was trying again. And if he couldn’t handle it he’d made no promises. Just the opposite actually, he’d flat out said he intended to leave. As for when exactly that would happen . . .well, he’d decide that later.
Suddenly the sounds of the alarms around the Cog door sounded, jerking Jack out of his thoughts. He sighed shaking his head as he stood up and walked to the door of his office, “I thought I told you all to get lost. Go get a drink. Enjoy a night of . . . .” the words died in Jack’s throat when he saw who was standing just inside the door. “No . . .” was the strangled whisper that broke through his lips as he stood frozen to the spot.
There looking confused, tired and not a little scared he stood looking just like he had. Same black suit with just the waist coat, same white shirt, same blue, striped tie. Same everything, even down to the cut on his cheek. Ianto Jones stood in the Hub. He looked straight at Jack, his eyes begging for answers.
“Jack, what happened?”
Next Episode: Reflections of a Friend
The Day After Yesterday: Master List All our Yesterdays: Master list
Previous part
He’d read the same paragraph six times, but he still didn’t know what it said. Jack set the paper down and for the millionth time glanced over at the tin box. He knew what he’d find when he opened it and he really didn’t need that right now. So he grabbed the box and looked around the office, finally deciding on the top of a shelf that was above eye level, he slid the box there and sat back down to work.
Less then a minute later he stood up and went to the kitchen area, UNIT had taken the little nook they had with a fridge and a bit of counter and expanded it to a small but very condensed food prep area. He looked through the fridge and cabinets and finally grabbed a chocolate bar. He wandered back out into the main Hub.
At the noise of wings he looked up in time to see Myfwaney land near. He smiled broke off a piece, “I’ll split it with you girl,” he said as he tossed a bit to the Pteronodon. She snapped it out of the air and he broke off a piece to eat himself. When they finished the bar she flew back up to her nest. Jack wiped his hands and tossed the balled up wrapping into the trash.
He walked around the new water tower looking at it then went back into his office to sit. Maybe he could do this, work with a new team, go back to defending the earth. Just maybe. He knew he was setting himself up for more pain, and really he should learn better, but he didn’t and he wouldn’t. Here he was trying again. And if he couldn’t handle it he’d made no promises. Just the opposite actually, he’d flat out said he intended to leave. As for when exactly that would happen . . .well, he’d decide that later.
Suddenly the sounds of the alarms around the Cog door sounded, jerking Jack out of his thoughts. He sighed shaking his head as he stood up and walked to the door of his office, “I thought I told you all to get lost. Go get a drink. Enjoy a night of . . . .” the words died in Jack’s throat when he saw who was standing just inside the door. “No . . .” was the strangled whisper that broke through his lips as he stood frozen to the spot.
There looking confused, tired and not a little scared he stood looking just like he had. Same black suit with just the waist coat, same white shirt, same blue, striped tie. Same everything, even down to the cut on his cheek. Ianto Jones stood in the Hub. He looked straight at Jack, his eyes begging for answers.
“Jack, what happened?”
Next Episode: Reflections of a Friend
The Day After Yesterday: Master List All our Yesterdays: Master list