Jack Harkness wasn't a man adverse to an occasional drink or two. That said, even for him it was strange to wake up in a pool of his own dried blood on a planet he was only too certain he'd left. His little sojourn to the 1980s had certainly been real.
Hadn't it?
Maybe it was some dream. Some new strange elaborate dream. He had to admit, it was certainly the sort of scenario he might concoct; a mystery he could solve and an extremely attractive woman to solve it with. Not to mention a rather enjoyable evening between the sheets.
Still, can't have been real, can it? Not when he woke up right where he'd last been.
Jack continued about his life, getting into danger as he is wont to do. Until, of course, he got killed again.
And he woke up in 1983.
Strange.
It didn't feel like a dream at all. Jack knew dreams; he knew nightmares. He'd had plenty of them after all. No, this felt real.
So, of course, he did what he knew best, investigated. That was to say he drew attention to himself. When looking for a police woman (okay, detective, whatever), causing a stir was a sure fire way to pull them out. So he stood on a roof of a building and climbed up to the edge, and he waited.
It was, of course, barely any time at all before there was a large crowd below. And barely any time longer before a familiar face was amongst them.
He saw her, and he grinned down in her direction before stepping back from the edge. And he waited.
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Hadn't it?
Maybe it was some dream. Some new strange elaborate dream. He had to admit, it was certainly the sort of scenario he might concoct; a mystery he could solve and an extremely attractive woman to solve it with. Not to mention a rather enjoyable evening between the sheets.
Still, can't have been real, can it? Not when he woke up right where he'd last been.
Jack continued about his life, getting into danger as he is wont to do. Until, of course, he got killed again.
And he woke up in 1983.
Strange.
It didn't feel like a dream at all. Jack knew dreams; he knew nightmares. He'd had plenty of them after all. No, this felt real.
So, of course, he did what he knew best, investigated. That was to say he drew attention to himself. When looking for a police woman (okay, detective, whatever), causing a stir was a sure fire way to pull them out. So he stood on a roof of a building and climbed up to the edge, and he waited.
It was, of course, barely any time at all before there was a large crowd below. And barely any time longer before a familiar face was amongst them.
He saw her, and he grinned down in her direction before stepping back from the edge. And he waited.