Jack heard the whooshing of the TARDIS from a mile away. It was a sound he never thought he'd hear again. But here he was in the 29th century on the planet Androxia, and echoing through the floors was the noise of an old friend's time machine. He was sitting at the bar, enjoying a Maalavlian cocktail, and checking out an attractive Somebody when he heard it. No one else seemed to notice the reason why an incredible grin spread across the captain's face, but no matter… Jack took off in a sprint towards the source, leaving behind a half-finished cocktail and all his plans for flirtation.

He finally reached the blue box, completely out of breath and regretting leaving behind his drink. He leaned over, catching his breath and contemplating the fact he was no longer as young as he once was, before pounding on the doors, hoping there was still someone inside. Jack slid to the ground, leaning against the TARDIS, but still full of hope. Sure, the Doctor was off doing something, but this was his transport. Jack was confident he would be back before long…

Three hours later, the sleeping Jack was awakened by the paired footsteps of a young man and woman. Immediately alert, he jumped to his feet and saluted the two. Bringing his hand down, he ran his eyes over the darker skinned man, although he didn't entirely miss the young lady in the skirt.

Jack grinned. "Doctor, Doctor, Doctor…" he trailed, eyes finally meeting with the seemingly confused young lad. He wondered why the Doctor wasn't happier to see him, or at least slightly annoyed. Jack flitted his eyes to the girl, "And you must his lovely companion, am I right?" She narrowed her eyes at him and exchanged a look with the one beside her.

The man coughed, "Erm… I'm not the Doctor. M' name's Danny Pink, actually."

Jack's eyes lit up as he focused his gaze on the girl, "Oh really? My apologies, Doctor, it's a good look for you." He winked, and she rolled her eyes, beginning to enjoy the ruse.

"Right… yeah, I'm the Doctor," Clara said slowly, finishing with a grin. She enjoyed being the boss.

Danny gave her a funny look, but he decided to go with it and nodded solemnly. 'Yup, the Doctor, right here, and who might you be?"

Jack grinned, "An old friend of the Doctor here, although she looked quite a bit different last time I saw him… her."

Clara nodded, "Yeah, I've, uhm… changed a few times since then. It was quite a shock to be honest." She bit her lip, "Right, anyway, why don't you tell Danny here who you are."

Jack nodded, and bowed with a flourish, "Captain Jack Harkness, at your service." He grabbed Danny's hand and kissed it gently, causing Clara to giggle and Danny to cough nervously. Jack straightened up, looking curiously at the woman he believed to be the Doctor. "You really have changed," he commented, "Normally right about now you'd be saying in an annoyingly authoritative voice, 'Don't start, Jack.'"

Clara tried not to smile, "Right, yeah… cut it out Jack," she said, nodding sternly. She exchanged a look with Danny, and he grinned back at her. She had no idea how long she could keep up the ruse or which Doctor had met the handsome man before her. Clara recognized his name as the previous owner of the vortex manipulator she had once used to go back to Elizabethan times, but she didn't know much else about him… She coughed. "Anyway…" she continued a bit awkwardly, ignoring the strange look he was beginning to give her, "How have you been since… y'know."

Jack tilted his head, beginning to doubt the woman's identity. Before he could question her further though, a familiar voice boomed out, "Clara, Danny! How long can it possibly take for you two to retrieve a simple…" he trailed off, coming into view and himself seeing Jack leaning casually against the TARDIS. "Jack?" he asked incredulously.

Jack straightened up, not believing what he was seeing, "Frobisher? What in the…"

"Frobisher, who the hell is Frobisher?" replied the man, coming up beside Clara and Danny.

Jack shook his head, realizing this couldn't possibly be the man from Miracle Day. It was obviously the Doctor, although the resemblance was uncanny. "No one, never mind," he replied, "Just a man that looks like you…" He turned his gaze to Clara and winked, "What's your name then, pretty, since you obviously aren't the Doctor?"

She blushed, and was about to tell him when the Doctor cut in, "Please don't start, Jack."

Jack grinned, cuffing him on the shoulder and bringing him into a slightly awkward embrace, "Same old Doctor, after all these years."

The Doctor rolled his eyes, smiling a little despite himself, "And the same old Jack."

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