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ten_fwd2015-05-12 11:28 pm
captgreatcoat) wrote in ten_fwd2015-05-12 11:28 pm
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The Captain, in the bar
Nobody's seen much of Jack lately. He's been quieter, more subdued, more prone to keeping to himself, shoving his hands in the pockets of his coat and ....
Rose would have called it brooding. Gwen probably would, too.
Rose is gone. Gone back to her time, perhaps. But who knows? She'd just disappeared. He should know better than this, now, to be so attached to people, but Gwen would say that's what keeps people human, and human is something he doesn't always feel. And Rose Tyler was one of the best people he'd known in so many lifetimes' worth of living. She'd taken a con-man and helped show him how to care again, how to live, how to love. She'd had adventures with him across time and space, been his best friend and his best girl though nothing more than friendship had ever officially passed between them, at least not in the confines of 21st century Britain's understanding of relationships.
Rose is gone, and he doesn't know if he's sent her to her death by not warning her.
To anyone who truly knew Jack, the sight of him in his Second World War era coat perched on a barstool with a glass of brandy might seem ... out of place.
He's not breaking his self-imposed not-drinking-unless-he-really-needs-to rule, though. It's synthehol.
He'd probably be better off talking to someone.
Rose would have called it brooding. Gwen probably would, too.
Rose is gone. Gone back to her time, perhaps. But who knows? She'd just disappeared. He should know better than this, now, to be so attached to people, but Gwen would say that's what keeps people human, and human is something he doesn't always feel. And Rose Tyler was one of the best people he'd known in so many lifetimes' worth of living. She'd taken a con-man and helped show him how to care again, how to live, how to love. She'd had adventures with him across time and space, been his best friend and his best girl though nothing more than friendship had ever officially passed between them, at least not in the confines of 21st century Britain's understanding of relationships.
Rose is gone, and he doesn't know if he's sent her to her death by not warning her.
To anyone who truly knew Jack, the sight of him in his Second World War era coat perched on a barstool with a glass of brandy might seem ... out of place.
He's not breaking his self-imposed not-drinking-unless-he-really-needs-to rule, though. It's synthehol.
He'd probably be better off talking to someone.
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"He drives you bonkers sometimes, doesn't he?"
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"Yep. Kinda think that's something he shares across all his incarnations."
It wasn't just personal experience that told him that, either. He'd talked. To Rose, to Amy, and in passing to Lucie. Besides. He knew enough meddling time travelers, Doctors aside, to know that any of them could drive a person bonkers, really.
He glanced sidelong at Lucie, then took another sip.
"He been driving you particularly bonkers lately, or is that just a general observation?"