12- Nevere quite another like it

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, this time with all of Torchwood's shooting range. He's wearing the standard goggles and muflers, and besides him is a small table. On it are several different types of guns, including a Contemporary Polish WIST-94, a Taurus PT145 .45 ACP pistol, and an Enfield Mk II Revolver. All the guns have obviously been customized and  bear either the Torchwood symbol like the mufflers, or have 'TORCHWOOD' printed on the side.

He shoots each one in turn, almost always hitting the center of the target, arm steady and position very nearly perfect. With each shot fired, however, he looks increasingly annoyed, slamming the last gun down on the table angrily as he mutters darkly under his breath]

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[frowning, standing away from him but doing that watching thing]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack eventually notices the Doctor, glancing at him for a split second beore turning back to the table]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head] Not exactly the best time to practice, is it? When you're feeling like that.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I'm not doing it to practice, or work out my anger before you ask. I need a new gun.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[wanders a bit closer] Well, if you know what I was going to ask, you should know what I'm curious about now.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He's picking up another gun now, placing himself in position as he speaks] Ask your precious Master, I'm sure he'll be more than happy to share. [His finger twitches on the trigger, but he knows better than to fire when someone else is so close]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[steps back, this time looking more concerned] Are you-- [but then he cuts himself off] Sorry. What sort of gun was it?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, good call on not asking the 'are you ok' question] World War II Webley.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he figured! he uses his brain sometimes] I could look around the attic if you want. Might have one there.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And sometimes, it even shows] Wouldn't be the same. I had that gun for a long time, Doctor; The last thing I want is one that looks just like it but feels all wrong.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[We're so proud of him] Mmm, makes sense. [glances over the table, though he leans away enough that Jack can still shoot] Finding anything worthwhile?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Deserves a pat on the head and everything] Actually..[Jack hesitates a moment, lowering his arm and finally turning to face the Doctor] I hate every single one of them.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks up from the guns to Jack] Ah. [he's so awkwardly bad at this sort of thing] I'm not much for guns in this regeneration, so I wouldn't have been much help anyway.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[shrugs, tossing the gun back on the table] It's not that easy to replace something you've used for sixty years, help or no help. [He starts to run his hand over his face, but flinches and pulls it back quickly, as if he'd been burned]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[shoves his hands into his pockets; also he's not giving a ton of personal space right now, sorry Jack] It's never easy. I lost a yo-yo I'd had for two hundred years once.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack is actually happier with the lack of personal space] I didn't expect it to last forever, but one hundred years at least...

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[nods thoughtfully] Maybe your next one will hit two hundred to make up for it.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Glances back at the shooting range] If I manage to find a new one.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Aw, well, now, I'm sure you'll find something.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[If Jack were five, he'd be sulking right now. As it is, he's settled for glaring down at the weapons on the table]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[puts his hand on Jack's shoulder] Done for the day?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at him and sighs, pushing away from the table and shoving his hands in his pockets] Might end up shooting someone otherwise.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[smiles at that, giving his shoulder a squeeze before letting his arm fall to his side] Good! Might be a night for a break.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[returns the smile] Problem with breaks, you're left with nothing to do.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[laughs] Don't I know it. Well, when Rose drags me off, usually we get chips and walk around and find trouble. Purely by accident, of course.