06- An uncommon sight

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, currently seated at his desk. He lacks his usual greatcoat, which is hung up back at his office. His desk is a mess, cluttered with papers and the odd piece of junk. He seems to be currently focused on a particular stack of documents in front of him, pen poised in his hand, unmoving. Jack seems to be willing the papers to disappear, or simply burn out of existence; either one would work for him.

He's been like this for about twenty minutes now, and anyone taking a closer look would see the extends of his work; a detailed doodle at the top of the page of the SUV, complete with mud splatters and the Torchwood logo]

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[there's a pause before he bursts out laughing]

Aw, now, I know you well enough to know what to trust you with.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I wish Ianto had found it that funny. Instead he gave me the 'You're not getting sex for a while' look.


The first time my version of you arrived on the Plane he looked around, saw me, and then went 'Jack, what did you d this time?'

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Heartbreaking, I'm sure.

[smirks] What, you blame me?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I'm lucky he agreed to keep bringing me coffee.

[rolls his eyes] I've never actually done anything to damage the time line. I've even managed to avoid every version of myself despite being in the same place and time four.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

It is quite good.

True, true. But, well, still. Precautions and all that.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

He has a gift with coffee, and he knows it.

Why me though? As far as I know, nothing screams 'I'm going to screw the universe up' about me.

...does it?