Tell me more about me
Jack had spent last night in the rec room, watching, oh, three hours of his better footage. Not Torchwood, but it was Cardiff. He'd been here long enough and seen enough film reels of all sorts of people that he could watch them a little detached, a little less emotionally invested. A little more appreciative of his own ass. He had a great ass.
And because no one was ever actually alone around here, Daniel had walked in and sat through as Jack and Rose and the Doctor, his Doctor, confronted Blon Slitheen, visited Raxacoricofallapatorius, then Kyoto, then wound up on Satellite Five. His shining moment. Time and distance gave him a new perspective. He wasn't a hero...except in that way of thinking that a hero is someone who gets other people killed.
And when he died, he left such a pretty corpse.
But rewatching them, then laying in bed, thinking it over, Jack got to thinking. He hadn't had his hands on any tech in so long, other than the archaic weapons and primitive metal working. He hadn't really gotten into the lines and wires, hadn't lost himself in circuitry. That would be his first priority today. First after a shower and clean clothes and breakfast, anyhow. He'd picked up some coffee and a muffin from the gorgeous woman in the kitchen. Redhead? Auburn? Chestnut? He had such a weak spot for that color.
Jack was standing outside of the compound and stretched out the kinks. Plan for the day? Go get under his favorite girl's skirts. It had been a while since he had even just said hello.
[Here is Jack for all those wicked things I've poked you about. Tag at will, all my other threads are ST, fyi. Great time for Booth to meet him, Sarah, and everyone else who's around!]
And because no one was ever actually alone around here, Daniel had walked in and sat through as Jack and Rose and the Doctor, his Doctor, confronted Blon Slitheen, visited Raxacoricofallapatorius, then Kyoto, then wound up on Satellite Five. His shining moment. Time and distance gave him a new perspective. He wasn't a hero...except in that way of thinking that a hero is someone who gets other people killed.
And when he died, he left such a pretty corpse.
But rewatching them, then laying in bed, thinking it over, Jack got to thinking. He hadn't had his hands on any tech in so long, other than the archaic weapons and primitive metal working. He hadn't really gotten into the lines and wires, hadn't lost himself in circuitry. That would be his first priority today. First after a shower and clean clothes and breakfast, anyhow. He'd picked up some coffee and a muffin from the gorgeous woman in the kitchen. Redhead? Auburn? Chestnut? He had such a weak spot for that color.
Jack was standing outside of the compound and stretched out the kinks. Plan for the day? Go get under his favorite girl's skirts. It had been a while since he had even just said hello.
[Here is Jack for all those wicked things I've poked you about. Tag at will, all my other threads are ST, fyi. Great time for Booth to meet him, Sarah, and everyone else who's around!]