Jamie leaves Buffy's world with innumerable bruises, acid-burned fingers, and a great hope in his heart that the next world on will be someplace quiet and relaxing where he can rest up for a bit before heading off.

He has plenty of time to curse himself a few minutes later for even mentally expressing this wish, as he lurks in a prickly bush to ( Read more... )

When he realizes it's been around thirty years since the last time he spoke English, Jamie decides it might be time to head back to more familiar climes for a bit ( Read more... )

Jamie ought to be getting back to the Bounds soon - but it's been a long year, and he thinks he's entitled to a day or two of taking it easy somewhere familiar before he plunges himself back into trying to learn a new world and new customs ( Read more... )

If anyone had bothered to ask him before plying him with truth-inducing mind-altering drugs, Jamie could have told them that they wouldn't do anyone any good.

But of course no one ever listens to his advice ( Read more... )

When the military-looking strangers had first come to drag Jamie out of his cell, he's briefly but firmly convinced that Airlock Day has come at last - so much so that it comes almost as a relief when they took him to a small, dark room and shoved him down onto a seat instead.

Almost.Jamie knows what the combination of military types and small, ( Read more... )

This is the bit where Jamie starts to regret his choice to buy time to learn about the world by playing foreign. If he copped to knowing the language, he could talk to the doctor, crack a few jokes, get him to loosen up a bit; he doesn't seem a bad fellow, just tired.

(As an added benefit, the doctor could actually ask Jamie to move his arms ( Read more... )

Despite having been shoved out the Milliways door into a strange place by a certifiable psychopath, Jamie is at first not particularly alarmed. Lara may think she's gotten her revenge, and more power to her; Lara has no idea that Jamie's whole life is popping by surprise into strange places. If he doesn't like the world, he can just locate the ( Read more... )

It's not even a particularly deadly sort of world, but the city has a bit of a wild animal problem, giant raccoon-type things that wander about at night and rummage behind restaurants for food. They set traps for them.

No one would ever want a person to be caught in the traps, of course, and so, quite naturally, they paint neon signs with that ( Read more... )

"Have you heard of the Flying Dutchman? No? Nor the Wandering Jew? Well, it doesn't matter." He's babbling, he can tell. It's hard getting used to this machine. He clears his throat and tries again. "I'll tell you about them in the right place; and about Helen and Joris, Adam and Konstam, and Vanessa, the sister Adam wanted to sell as a ( Read more... )

Jamie ought never to have let it happen. He knew. He's the only one of them who really knew what They could do. It's not the fault of the others that they didn't quite believe how powerful They could be. It's Jamie's fault, for not convincing them how terrible an idea an assault on Them actually is ( Read more... )