"One portion, please", - Jack snaps of his fingers and nods in the hollow glass.
Christina's nail traces meaningless series of the lines on the dusty desk.
Jack has greatcoat, suspenders, teleport and lot of hurt in the eyes. Christina has backpack with the necessary things, flying bas, singlet's and nothing behind her shoulders. She has only prides of position in the databases of all known secret services. Christina thinks, Jack filling yourself better with her. Jack thinks, Christina – this is he, but she has woman's appearance.
They have a good sex and nothing more. They have only muddy bottles on the same – muddy and pale – alien and human bars.
Because Jack has a teleport and Christina has a flying bas. Jack has Torchwood, Christina has all universe.
Jack finishes his whiskey by one gulp. Christina puts skinny point on the dusty planes of the desk. Christina smokes on the street. Jack's bracelet is squeaks.
Christina thinks suddenly, that captain Harkness is cognate to her.
"So I can fly into space with you"? – she asks and puts her hand (thin and soft) on his shoulder.
He is shrugs.
He has Torshwood, she has Universe. It is striking similarity. It is nothing general.
Jack presses the big and black button and disappeared.
He has a smile on his face and a hurt on his eyes.