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captgreatcoat) wrote in ten_fwd2014-06-18 12:04 am
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First entrance
[Torchwood Three, Cardiff, during episode 1.07, Greeks Bearing Gifts.]
Tosh is going to have to learn to believe in humanity herself. Nobody can instill that faith. However hard she's going to find it to learn, at least it won't be as hard -- or as costly -- as Jack's own lesson.
He shoves his hands into his coat pockets as he strides across Roald Dahl Plass, the breeze bringing the smell of the ocean in off the bay, ruffling in his hair and at the hem of his vintage RAF greatcoat.
Until suddenly, it isn't.
Jack's footsteps pause in mid-stride and he spins, hand going automatically to his holster to draw the Webley. The dim, warm light of the plaza at night is gone, just like the salt air and that playful little breeze. The sound of running water from the tower, the shape of the Millennium Centre with its hybrid verse spelled out in windows across its front.
Instead, he's in a bar.
A bar.
"What the hell?"
Tosh is going to have to learn to believe in humanity herself. Nobody can instill that faith. However hard she's going to find it to learn, at least it won't be as hard -- or as costly -- as Jack's own lesson.
He shoves his hands into his coat pockets as he strides across Roald Dahl Plass, the breeze bringing the smell of the ocean in off the bay, ruffling in his hair and at the hem of his vintage RAF greatcoat.
Until suddenly, it isn't.
Jack's footsteps pause in mid-stride and he spins, hand going automatically to his holster to draw the Webley. The dim, warm light of the plaza at night is gone, just like the salt air and that playful little breeze. The sound of running water from the tower, the shape of the Millennium Centre with its hybrid verse spelled out in windows across its front.
Instead, he's in a bar.
A bar.
"What the hell?"
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She's hard. Hard as the best trained operatives of the Time Agency. Or Torchwood. Or the coolest-nerved soldiers the British Army could offer.
Jack's seen -- and been -- all three in his time. And there is not a hint in those eyes that she is ever going to back down.
"I can tell I'm not where I expected to be. But since I'm not looking to shoot anyone, how about we both put our guns down."
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Aeryn will lower her gun, when he starts.
But there's no part of her that's going to go first.
She will at least toss something else out on the table watching his gun.
"This ship is the USS Enterprise and most of us didn't ask to be here either."
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Blame the Time Agency. Blame the Army. Hell, even blame Torchwood if you want. He's been a soldier or something like a soldier through wars on Earth and wars far away, and he doesn't know what threat she is. Or isn't.
"USS Enterprise?" he asks, narrowing his eyes. "The United States doesn't have starships." He lifts his eyebrows. "Unless I just traveled in time, too."