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WHO: Jack Harkness and The Master
WHAT: Talkin bout a revolution sounds like a whisper.
WHEN: Evening, Feb 2
WHERE: coffee shop
WARNINGS: Possibly some language, creep factor, and mentions of violence?
Jack arrived at the coffee shop early and scouted out a quiet table near the back. He was, as always, easy to spot in his long blue coat. He had a coffee in front of him, but it remained untouched while the Captain anxiously sat, tapping his fingers together.
He had no reason to be nervous, he thought, in a public place like this, but he remembered all too well the Year That Never Was, and though The Doctor may have forgiven The Master, Jack always had a little more difficulty on such matters. It was easier to handle with The Doctor approving of him, but by no means had he forgotten being strung up like meat and subjected to the man's sadistic whims. But no. This was a peaceful ground, and for the most part, The Master had been given amnesty, and thus, deserved civility.
For Now.
WHAT: Talkin bout a revolution sounds like a whisper.
WHEN: Evening, Feb 2
WHERE: coffee shop
WARNINGS: Possibly some language, creep factor, and mentions of violence?
Jack arrived at the coffee shop early and scouted out a quiet table near the back. He was, as always, easy to spot in his long blue coat. He had a coffee in front of him, but it remained untouched while the Captain anxiously sat, tapping his fingers together.
He had no reason to be nervous, he thought, in a public place like this, but he remembered all too well the Year That Never Was, and though The Doctor may have forgiven The Master, Jack always had a little more difficulty on such matters. It was easier to handle with The Doctor approving of him, but by no means had he forgotten being strung up like meat and subjected to the man's sadistic whims. But no. This was a peaceful ground, and for the most part, The Master had been given amnesty, and thus, deserved civility.
For Now.