If there was one thing Claire had expected to wake up and see after her name being called pulled her out of sleep, it wasn't Jack Harkness. Sure, they had spoken a few times and they were all relatively enjoyable conversations, but she hadn't ever expected him to just come into her room. Especially not while she was sleeping. So at first, she honestly believed she was dreaming, that he wasn't standing there.
But the longer she stared over at him, wide eyed and silent, the more she realized this wasn't a dream at all and that was when she bounded to sit upright. Her look of confusion quickly turned into one of anger, and she pushed herself off her bed to stand up, pointing over at him.
"What are you doing?!" She almost hissed this out, making sure to be quiet so no one heard what was going on in her room. "Don't you realize that only sociopaths break into the bedrooms of teenage girls in the middle of the night?"
"Sociopaths and sexual deviants. I didn't know what time it would be, time travel is a bit inaccurate sometimes," He was quiet once he realized that yes, she was asleep, and if she was quiet that meant there were others there. "I'll turn around, you can get non-pajama clothing on, and we're going somewhere. Moderate temperature. Like New York." He then turned himself around.
Not that he was certain that anything he said was that encouraging, but he had hopes that she would at least listen and trust that he wasn't going to do something terrible. "It'll be fun. Promise that." At least that was a promise he would never break, because things were rarely dull around him - at least.
A very large part of her said that she needed to scream and attract attention, because a man was making jokes about sexual deviants after breaking into her room, and was only turning around while she got dressed, and also was promising her "something fun". But this was Claire and she was a master of bad ideas, so she just glared at Jack as he turned around, and went to pull a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt out of her laundry hamper. She pulled them on before sliding on her tennis shoes, and then went over to tap him on the shoulder once she was done
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"Nothing funny, promise." He grabbed her hand and placed it on top of his Vortex Maipulator, then hit a button on it and they were off. He had hoped that maybe because she was more like him, she could hop past the initial dizziness that traveling with that manipulator had caused.
They were standing now, though, in the middle of a bar. Around them were various aliens of shapes and sizes. Some small - not even up to his knees, others large, feet above Jack's height. But he didn't seem remotely startled by the environment.
"Welcome to Zaggit Zagoo," he said. "We're on Zog."
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But the longer she stared over at him, wide eyed and silent, the more she realized this wasn't a dream at all and that was when she bounded to sit upright. Her look of confusion quickly turned into one of anger, and she pushed herself off her bed to stand up, pointing over at him.
"What are you doing?!" She almost hissed this out, making sure to be quiet so no one heard what was going on in her room. "Don't you realize that only sociopaths break into the bedrooms of teenage girls in the middle of the night?"
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Not that he was certain that anything he said was that encouraging, but he had hopes that she would at least listen and trust that he wasn't going to do something terrible. "It'll be fun. Promise that." At least that was a promise he would never break, because things were rarely dull around him - at least.
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They were standing now, though, in the middle of a bar. Around them were various aliens of shapes and sizes. Some small - not even up to his knees, others large, feet above Jack's height. But he didn't seem remotely startled by the environment.
"Welcome to Zaggit Zagoo," he said. "We're on Zog."
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