Catching Up
The silence rattling around in Steve’s head was shattered as he dropped his gym bag to the floor with a heavy thud.
"J—" His tongue cleft to the roof of his mouth, and suddenly he was seventeen and gawky again. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Jack?"
Those blue eyes, that winning grin with too many teeth. There’s no way it was anyone else. He strode across the hall, arms wide.
"STEVE! Baby! Long time no see!"
Steve shook his head. Maybe he’d tripped and fallen in the gym, and this was all a hallucination. Jack didn’t look a day older than he had last time Steve had seen him, and that was going on seventy years now.
"But…"
Jack waved a hand flamboyantly. “It’s a long story. And you… I feel like we’ve got a LOT of catching up to do.” He wrapped an arm around Steve’s shoulders and Steve, flustered, lost, sucked into the gravity well that was Captain Jack Harkness’s personality, followed.