for quitehomoerotic: Welcome to Sapiad Delta Five.

[rude_not_ginger]

Follows this.For all that the Doctor hated the Time Agency (even more so after dealing with their fiasco regarding the Friera system), he had to admit that their vortex manipulators were surprisingly resilient. Also, fantastically waterproof, as he discovered after losing his lunch on the one he had post-flight, and rinsing it off in a stream

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[quitehomoerotic]

Jack had used the vortex manipulator to follow the little blip that was the TARDIS until eventually it burned out altogether. His old faithful bit of kit, finally kicked the bucket. He felt stupid to care so much over a piece of technology, but care he did. It was all he had.

So he found himself without navigation on a a planet he didn't know. The TARDIS trail ran cold and he was once again alone. But he wouldn't let it end like that, no way.

That, and there was that feeling, that odd feeling at the back of his mind that perhaps he wasn't so lost. That perhaps he was actually somewhere that was exactly where he ought to be.

He walked for a while until he found some locals who told him the system they were in. Sapiad Delta. Why did he know that? Why did it hit him like he knew it? There was more than met the eye here, he was sure of it.

So sure in fact that he abandoned the trail and went off road. Off road and along the edge of a leafy forest because he knew that was the way he should go. The more he walked, the more right it

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor was stretched out on the bed in the hut, reading a copy of the local flight bases off-world. Lovely ships, those bases. Most of them didn't look well-guarded from the brochures, either. One of the locals had told him his Shadow Proclamation friend was in town, so he adopted as relaxed and bored a pose as possible.

"Blimey, you took your time, didn't you?" he said, keeping his eye on the magazine. "I didn't really want to have to pick our next destination without at least some input."

[quitehomoerotic]

Jack looked at the Doctor and held back the monster of a grin that bubbled under the surface. He could play this game, this nonchalant game. He was good at it.

He shifted his stance, leaning one arm against one of the branches that held up the hut, the other on his hip.

"Oh well, you know," he said, tilting his head to the side, "was waiting to see if a better offer came along. Lucky for you, it didn't."

He smiled, just a little and a little more sincerely, said, "It's good to see you, Doctor."

[rude_not_ginger]

"Didn't think you pass your resume around a little more?" he asked, unable to suppress the grin at the edge of his lips. This was the Jack he knew. The cockiness, the teasing, it felt natural against him, now. Age treated Jack better than he probably believed it did.

At the sincerity in Jack's voice, he lowered the brochure. "And you," he said.