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ten_fwd2014-06-18 12:04 am
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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Of all the places to have a rift in time and space, the middle of the capital of Wales is far from ideal.
"So good at it most people don't even know we're there. It's a bit beyond what most people are used to."
But hell, Jack's not in it for the accolades. He's not even in it because of the threats anymore, or the money, but ... call it the chance to do something worthwhile, to protect his adopted planet. And hang out somewhere he's going to find the Doctor. Eventually.