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He'd been gone for a week. If it hadn't been for the Doctor, he'd probably still be gone--probably for good. He sighed as he weighed the Doctor's opinion that disconnecting some of the circuits and relays in the TARDIS would be akin to murder against the thought that he really didn't want this sort of thing happening again. It was harder than he'd have liked it to be. Jack loved that ship more than anything else, and he couldn't change her. Not now, not after all the work they'd done.
Jack had always known she was bigger on the inside. He was also well aware of how she ran; he'd been under her skirts enough. He'd grown up hearing about Time Lords and their TARDISes, but just like the Daleks, he'd thought they were a myth. A story to scare little Time Agents. Magnus had just been a liar, they all told one another, mocking the one man who'd claimed to have met The Doctor. There was no way such phenomenal power existed in the universe. He'd believed it, too...until he'd met him. Until he'd been invited into his ship. Until he'd found a home.
He sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a book but he was lost in thought. He had made his absence up to John when he got home and had gone to see Logan for some reason; he had a long list of people he could have gone to. It hadn't gone quite like he'd expected, but he'd still had to untangle himself from sprawling limbs and a warm, naked body in the middle of the night. That was familiar. Leaving in the night? More like what he was used to, rather than looking into the core of a ship that had traveled in time and space for centuries.
He'd resurfaced and stepped back into his routine as if he'd never been gone. The rain made it easy with a lot of the typical activities put on hold. People were cold and down and there seemed like there were more in the Compound than usual. Jack looked up and smiled at faces he recognized as well as those he didn't know.
Jack had always known she was bigger on the inside. He was also well aware of how she ran; he'd been under her skirts enough. He'd grown up hearing about Time Lords and their TARDISes, but just like the Daleks, he'd thought they were a myth. A story to scare little Time Agents. Magnus had just been a liar, they all told one another, mocking the one man who'd claimed to have met The Doctor. There was no way such phenomenal power existed in the universe. He'd believed it, too...until he'd met him. Until he'd been invited into his ship. Until he'd found a home.
He sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a book but he was lost in thought. He had made his absence up to John when he got home and had gone to see Logan for some reason; he had a long list of people he could have gone to. It hadn't gone quite like he'd expected, but he'd still had to untangle himself from sprawling limbs and a warm, naked body in the middle of the night. That was familiar. Leaving in the night? More like what he was used to, rather than looking into the core of a ship that had traveled in time and space for centuries.
He'd resurfaced and stepped back into his routine as if he'd never been gone. The rain made it easy with a lot of the typical activities put on hold. People were cold and down and there seemed like there were more in the Compound than usual. Jack looked up and smiled at faces he recognized as well as those he didn't know.