For rude_not_ginger The Death's Spiral system.

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Follows on from thisJack held fast to the controls of the ship as they plunged into hyperspace. The g-forces on his body pressed him into the chair, and he focused all of his attention on keeping the craft smooth and flying. He'd worry about just where it was they were going later

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[rude_not_ginger]

Unlike by a wrist manipulator, the capsule flying through Hyperspace was actually a really fun experience. The Doctor felt adrenaline pump through his veins and may or may not have let out a laugh as a vase broke behind them. This was how travel should be. Not zipping through as atoms, but as a person in a rickety ship as it shoots through the cosmos.

But only too soon, they were slowing above the deserted planet. There was nothing pleasant about that world, not in all of the stories the Doctor had heard.

He nodded. "Named by some Tereliptian refugees. It was the only world people could go to when they were trying to outrun the Daleks. They didn't realize that the reason the Daleks didn't follow meant they probably didn't want to be there in the first place."

The Doctor flipped a few switches on the control panel. A small, red light blinked in the corner. "And there she is. Oh, look at her. All that damage, and she's still going strong."

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Jack continued looking out at the ageing planet outside the window. It was compelling somehow, like watching death. Maybe that's only so interesting for a man who can't.

It didn't sound good, he thought. If the Daleks didn't want to go somewhere then neither did he. They were ruthless, and without fear, so if something frightened them, then it'd probably frighten Jack (unless it was the Doctor, of course).

Without a question on his identity or accusation in the last few minutes Jack could almost forget that the Doctor looks at him like a stranger, and turning his head back to him he nodded, "You know one day, Doctor, you can take me somewhere nice. Like a beach. Or a restaurant. And you can pay."

As the Doctor activated the control panel Jack glanced over and smiled. "Oh so you know she was damaged then eh?" He shook his head, trying to make light of the Doctor's memory loss.

"Shouldn't be too far," he said. "I'll take us down to the surface. Looks like there's a smooth ridge about a mile or so away. That should do."

[rude_not_ginger]

"Is damaged. And I can feel it," the Doctor said, tapping the side of his temple. "Right here."

He could also feel it in how his muscles tightened and his skin crawled. She was on the surface there, and she was in pain, calling out for help. The light nature of Jack's voice wasn't lost on him, though, and he silently told himself that sure, he'd take Jack somewhere nice. At least he was trying to make things better.

He unbuckled himself from the chair and ran back towards the small kitchen. "A mile might take more than a day in that terrain," he warned Jack as he grabbed some metal forks and spoons and stuffed them into a sachel along with some bread. "But if it's the closest place, we'll make do."

[quitehomoerotic]

"Seriously?" Jack said, pulling an unimpressed face. "A day? What's the air condition like down there