Crash Land
Jack Harkness was lonely and bored. There really isn’t much to do in the Torchwood hub anymore. You can only deal with the odd rouge Weevil emerging from the sewers day in day out for a short period of time without literally dying of boredom. Now there was something he hadn’t done yet, the man who had died far too many times had not yet died of boredom. Not that it would be too long until that happened considering the current state of his so called job. Somehow he didn’t think that staring mindlessly at computer screens for the vast majority of the day only to see a lone empty chip poke float past in the wind and occasionally taking long walks around Cardiff in the hope of finding something remotely interesting really pertained to his job description of alien catcher.
It was days like this that reminded him just how lonely he actually was. No Tosh frantically typing away and being an adorable little computer whizz. No Owen being that annoying yet lovable sarcastic, whiney arsehole moaning that he stunk of questionable alien bodily fluids /again/. He hadn’t seen Rex since the so-called Miracle Day, at least he kept him updated with his newly immortal life and his adventures which where all way more interesting than anything Jack had done since then. Even Gwen was too busy with Rhys and Anwen to work for Torchwood any more, not that working for Torchwood meant doing much nowadays. And the one that caused Jack the most heartache, was there was no more Ianto. No more bloody brilliant coffee. No more bloody brilliant sex. No more cuddling in the hub after everyone else had went home. And most importantly no more of the only person Jack had ever truly loved. Jack missed Ianto more than anything. Though he tried not to think about that too much to avoid the inevitable heartbreak that had been weighing on him for years.
Overall, Jack Harkness was lonely and bored.
That was until an American diner fell from the sky.
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‘Clara, darling, why on earth are we in Cardiff right now? The entire universe at your fingertips, the entire duration of space and time in front of you, and you choose 21st century Cardiff!?’ Me asked, well more demanded of, her lover after she stood up from her newly discovered position on the floor. A crashing TARDIS is never an easy location to remain upright.
‘You expect me to know what we’re doing here?’ a muffled voice called out from somewhere underneath the control panel, ‘I was not flying this thing as much as it was flying itself, fuck I don’t even know how to fly this thing! Can you give me a hand here I’m a bit stuck’ Me giggled at this. No matter how unstable she was in the TADRIS she could never quite match Clara’s ability to end up roughly twelve miles from the control panel in a random room god knows where.
Eventually, after roughly five minutes of struggling, a very disgruntled pair of time travellers emerged from under the control panel, vowing to install seats with seat belts at the nearest convenience.
‘So if the diner was flying itself why did it decide to crash land here?’ Me asked ‘And why the fuck is there a guy walking around it!?’
‘I think the doctor once said something about a rift in Car- Wait? What?’ Clara ran over to join Me and leant over her shoulder to look at the screen. Surely enough there was a very attractive man walking around the diner. A man in a period military coat. The day was getting weirder and weirder.
‘What should we do about him?’ Me questioned, ‘I’ve done enough research on the doctor and his TARDIS to know that people shouldn’t be able to see it unless they know it’s here, and really why the hell would anyone know to look for an American diner in the middle of Cardiff? What should we do Clara? Clara?’
Me turned her attention away from the man on the screen just in time to see her girlfriend walk out the door.
Sighing exasperatedly she vowed to have words with that girl about wandering off. Especially when it involved hot men.
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‘I love the coat’ A voice startled Jack, causing him to turn around to see a small attractive girl step out of the diner. ‘But I can’t help but wonder exactly how you know we’re here. People shouldn’t be able to see us so either you’re an alien or you’re really really observant. So which one is it handsome?’
‘Captain Jack Harkness’ he said, saluting, a gesture which made Clara like him even more than she already did ‘Torchwood. And I can’t help but wonder just how exactly you have a TARDIS. Now unless you’re the Doctor and you’ve went for a hot girl instead of a hot guy and somehow changed the chameleon circuit from a police box to a diner then you have some explaining to do’
‘You know the Doctor?’ Clara asked, tilting her head to the side adorably ‘I think you should come inside and talk to us’
‘Us?’
‘Yes us’ came another voice from inside the diner.
Two hot girls. In a TARDIS. Jack’s day suddenly seemed a lot less lonely and boring.