20- It's just a clean slate

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack is on the Plane, looking rather lost. He's frowning and scanning the area around him, as if he's never seen this place before. One moment he's there, and the next he drops from the Plane, looking quite startled as he comes back. There's a pause, and then he does it again.

And again. And again.

Finally he settles for staying on the Plane, looking frustrated and running a hand through his hair, catching sight of his wristband as he does. Curiously, he turns his wrist this way and that, examining it. After a moment he starts fiddling with it, pressing buttons here and there. When nothing noticeable seems to happen, he finally let's his arm drop] Now what?

[ooc: So, experiment start! This time, Jack's memory has been completely wiped out, courtesy of the Twins. Yes, I am evil like that. He won't remember anything at all, either from his canon or the Plane, so don't be confused if he gives your character a wtf look. Feel free to bother him as much as you like, but just remember; he'll remember all this once the experiment is over ♥]

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Any questions?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Yeah. How did I stand to listen to you long enough to love you? You make everything sound complicated and can't seem to really give me a straight answer.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

You're the one who was bouncing around when you found a tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator. I was content to call it a pandimentional surfboard, really, but the name rolled off your tongue with ease.

[then he shrugs] I don't know.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[If there was ever a time for a justifiable headache....] Look, I don't know you. You tell me that I love and respect you and we did all those things, but that doesn't mean anything to me.

I can't care about someone who's a stranger to me.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, I know. [he sighs and runs a hair through his hair before simply offering his hand to Jack]

Let's start over, then, for the time being. I'm the Doctor. You don't know me but you will. And I really hate explaining things.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack glances at him, then takes the hand, shaking it]

I'm Jack Harkness. I'm a Captain in charge of some organization or other, and I'll love you when that time comes. I really hate not being able to understand things.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Ah, don't worry about it. So! Anything I can do?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I know that I make you sick, but can you stick around a bit longer? You seem to know the most about me, and...I want to hear about it. The memories I'm supposed to have.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, you don't- [pauses, then hugs him simply, holding on to prove a point before letting go] I have an immunity now. It's not that bad. And well! What sort of stories do you want to hear?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He's surprised by the hug, but returns it nonetheless] Something recent.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he rubs his neck, trying to think. Man they have a lot of depressing memories] Oh, well, recently...you were having trouble sleeping so you asked me to come by and help. It was quite nice, really. We ate biscuits and drank hot chocolate and you eventually nodded off.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

You make me sound like a little kid, Doctor. [But he's smiling now]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, sometimes I do wonder. [but he's smiling more playfully now.] Usually when you get a new gadget, it's like Christmas came early.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I like technology a lot, then?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, you love it. You help me tinker with things or build things or repair...well, you get the idea. And you generally know what I', talking about, which is rather nice.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

What do I usually do, when I'm with you?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Usually? Usually we have hectic lives, me going around the universe stopping trouble and you busy with Torchwood. I suppose we just...talk.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

....I don't think I would mind just talking to you, if I could follow the conversation.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, might be difficult right now but you could pick what to talk about.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Cardiff, I want to know more about it. And Torchwood.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Cardiff, well, it's a nice enough city. One of my favourite restaurants is there. It's this little waterside place with excellent steak and chips. I can't say I ever spend too much time in Cardiff.

The Rift is there and that's sort of...well I was involved in that. The Rift is like a shore of beach and all sorts of dimensional debris washes up. People, things, ships, aliens, any of it. Torchwood - your's at least - takes care of it. You have a base along it. I wasn't entirely thrilled when you told me you worked for Torchwood, because they were formed with the primary mission goal of capturing me and other 'alien threats'. You've changed it, though.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

So you're an alien, then? [He's not sure why, but he's not at all surprised by this. It feels...normal, as if this is the way things should be. Idly, without really thinking about it, he brushes his fingers over the Doctor's side]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He noticed that but chooses not to say anything] I'm a Time Lord. Two hearts, if you want to see for yourself.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Nah, I believe you. [It took effort to say no to that Doctor, just so you know. A lot of effort]

What are Time Lords, exactly?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

We're quite like we sound, actually. Lords of time.

[but then he raises his eyebrow and steps closer] Though, really, you're sure about that? You don't want to confirm it? Not everyday you meet a humanoid with two hearts.