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Ω 01

This could be worse.

It's bound to be better than the last bar I was at, anyway - speaking of, stay away from the Gliese system, kids. They aren't very friendly there. I've had better service in the Silver Devastation; and the hypervodka was watered down. Huge disappointment.

So I guess this is a fresh fresh start. Captain Jack Harkness, at your service. I'll be a warden here for a while. Now, who wants to start the introductions? I've got all the time in the world.

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Do what? [Innocent little smile~]

[...Well okay, that's adorable at least. He takes the bottle and opens it, taking a drink.] The bottle. Didn't think your pocket was that big.

I have no idea what you're talking about. [He says as he pulls a bottle of ginger beer out of his pocket for himself.]

[Which makes Jack snort into his ginger beer.] Of course not! It must be in my head.

[And now the Doctor's looking at you really serious.] You might want to get that checked out. Head injuries can quickly turn deadly.

That's not really something I'm worried about.

Now why do you say that? You're not a Time Lord, you can't regenerate.

No, I can't. [The Doctor had abandoned him on the Game Station because he was a fixed point; maybe telling this Doctor about that wasn't the greatest idea.]

So naturally you should be worried about head wounds. [And he takes another sip of ginger beer.]

I guess I should be. [Now, how many times had he died of a head wound? That was a fine question...]

And yet you aren't. Which either means that you're remarkably stupid or that there's something special about you, Captain Jack Harkness. [The Doctor looked him over, small smile on his face.]

Well, they did always call me special. [He's getting pretty good at this avoidance thing.]

[The Doctor smirked slightly. He put both hands up to his forehead, after setting the ginger beer on the ground.] Fortunately, telepathic contact will show just how special you are.

[The Doctor closed his eyes. There was a pause, and then he opened them again.] You are special. There's nothing in there. It's like looking at a closed door.

[He opened his mouth to object, but, well. If it was anything like that stone of Tosh's...Jack shrugged.] Nice metaphor.

It is, isn't it? I quite like it. [The Doctor smiled, looking at Jack] So, how else are you special?

I bet you do. [Jack smirked around the bottle of ginger beer as he took another drink.] Well, I'm a crack shot, I have a fabulous ass, and I'm a pretty good dancer if I do say so myself.

If you say so. [That's all he was going to say about that ass comment.]

[Jack knows it's true, that's good enough for him.] I've had more enthusiastic agreement, but that'll do.

Your more enthusiastic agreement probably actually cared about your bottom. [The Doctor just shrugs.]

[A grin shot across his face and he shrugged a little in return.] Probably. You could have agreed with my dancing capabilities, at least.

[Now that got a smile from the Doctor] You dance? What types?

[Huh. He really does have a great smile all the time.] All types! Gotta love a good foxtrot, though.

Wonderful! [With that, the Doctor sets down the bottle of ginger beer and assumes the proper position for fox trot.] Shall we dance?

[Occasionally, he missed those days traveling with the Doctor. Well, more often than occasionally. But at least here, there were little things to remind him of it. Grinning, Jack put down his bottle and stepped forward.] Absolutely. You want to lead?

If you don't mind, I'd love to lead. [The Doctor started dancing, humming a little fox trot ditty.] A pity that K-9 isn't here. He could provide music.

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