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[itsthecoat]

The first thing that Jack noticed when he arrived were the blue boxes. How could he not? He was surrounded by the things on all sides, as far as the eye could see. Well, maybe not quite, but close enough. He looked around for a moment, clearly annoyed, then looked down at the wrist strap on his right arm; the small piece of technology, no longer

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[goodathart]

"Jack!" He wasn't sure from a distance, but when he got closer, John was definite. However instead of getting too close, he approached with caution. That last interaction with Jack had seemed a lot like a goodbye, at least on Jack's side. John had no interest in being shot.

"What brings you to the most boring place in the remains of the universe?"

[itsthecoat]

There was a voice he recognized. Jack grinned as he caught sight of John, hand falling from the wrist strap as he approached. In a matter of moments he'd closed the space between them, kissing John hungrily for a few seconds before finally responding. "Tell me this isn't where they stuck you for rehab, because I'm going to be really annoyed if they decided to send me here just to keep you company"

[goodathart]

Confused but never one to question such an enthusiastic greeting, John returned it in kind.

His next response was to punch Jack square on the jaw. "So sorry, it's Earth. I'm out of rehab, which you know. In fact, last time I saw you, you made it pretty clear you wanted nothing more to do with me. Twice, actually."

[itsthecoat]

Jack touched his jaw for a moment, never even hesitating before punching John square in the stomach with just as much force. "Sure as hell doesn't look like any place on Earth I've ever been. And what, did your time spent in the nut house make you loose it? Last time we saw each other we were busy screwing in your room while someone else waited to take you to rehab"

[goodathart]

Deciding to shorten the brawl and get to the point, John drew his guns - guns, count them, two - on Jack. "What, so if I kill you, you'll die now?"

[itsthecoat]

Jack's own gun was drawn less than a second later; it was a World War II-style Webley, one he'd picked up recently after one of his cons. "You'll be dead the second you pull the trigger, but so will I probably"

[goodathart]

Uncertain now but unwilling to back down yet, John narrowed his eyes. "You would? That's new. Feeling a little off today?"

[itsthecoat]

Jack rolled his eyes, taking a step forward. He was sure John wouldn't shoot him, but only mostly. "It's always that last beer that gets you. Promise if we try again tomorrow, I'll do my absolute best not to die in a pool of my own blood"

[goodathart]

John shifted uneasily, still not lowering his guns. He didn't want to shoot Jack, because even if he came back, he'd come back miffed. And then it would be awkward and angry and John would have to leave again. John didn't want to leave again. Also, if Jack really died, it would be a bummer.

Things just weren't making sense. Maybe this was one of those alternates or a time cross. "Let's play a game. I say Cardiff, you say-?"

[itsthecoat]

Jack was starting to get annoyed, if only because if it wasn't for whatever issue John was hung up on, they could probably be having sex by now. "Place where a rift through time and space runs through. My turn; I say guns down, you say-?"

[goodathart]

"No. One more; I say Eye Candy, you say-?" He was beginning to suspect that this wasn't Boring Jack, but something closer to his Jack. He just had to make sure it wasn't a trick and Ianto hadn't brainwashed Jack into throwing John in a cell and/or kidnapping him in creative ways.

[itsthecoat]

"The last guy I conned out of his money then screwed. I say weapons down before I shoot you again, you say-?"

[goodathart]

"Oh fine, you win. So pushy. And fixated!" The guns were put away.

[itsthecoat]

Jack smirked "My fixation is usually something you seem to enjoy" He lowered his own gun, tucking it back in it's holster. "So, care to tell me what the reason for your little game was?"

[goodathart]

John smirked back, "Oh I loved your fixations. But I can't, you're crossing timelines. All very hush-hush apparently, you know the drill."

[itsthecoat]

Jack looked annoyed for a moment, then sighed. "Fine, I wont ask. Now where and when are we?"