I sat down at the pub next to a pretty blonde girl. She kept scanning the room. I noticed her striking green eyes. "And who might you be?" I asked her. She stared at me and raised one eyebrow. She carefully looked me down from my short dark hair to my dark trenchcoat. Apparently, in conclusion, she liked what she saw. "I'm Faith," she smiled, "And you?"
"Captain Jack Harkness." I replied, and returned the smile. "What's a beautiful girl such as yourself doing around here. Are you waiting for someone?"
"I've been waiting for a month now. During that time I got broke, drunk, and I'm probably going to lose all I got left. That's what happens when you're like me."
"Like you?" I asked, "What are you like?" I asked, smiling wider this time. "Can I find out?"
Her head lolled slightly, and she was obviously intoxicated. She leaned forward "I wouldn't mind." She smiled again.
"What have you got left?" I asked her slyly.
She laughed loudly and then leaned towards me. I leaned towards her, and she started whispering to me. "I.. have... a Chula Warship, armed. Time traveling. Equipt with nanogenes, too, you know... And it can go invisible!" She smiled at me again and fell back in her chair, staring at me with one eyebrow raised.
"You know Faith," I said, "I think we should go outside."
I put my arm around Faith as we walked through the bar. She was tripping over her own feet.
When we got outside, even in the dark I could tell that the ground was wet. Though it may be the 51st Century, London will be London, and the weather would never change. "Would you mind showing me this ship?" I asked her.
She bobbed her head and laughed. "Sure Jack."
After accidentally leading me down an abandoned alley and vomiting once, she found her way, three streets away. She took my hand and out of her pocket she got a teleportation device. "Here we are."
We dematerialized from the earth and rematerialized into the cockpit of a ship. There was a comfortable-looking chair up front, and to the sides, two beds built into the walls. There was a small light on the ceiling.
I immediately fell in love with the design.
A night later I came back to the pub. Scanning through the crowd, I noticed Faith again. I had made up my mind.
"Hello, Faith, how are you tonight?" She turned to me, tonight her eyes were bloodshot. "Good, Jack." Her speech was slurred. She was completely drunk.
"Yeah, Faith, I was wondering about your Chula Warship. Is there any chance I could just... take it for a spin?"
She rolled her eyes at me and laughed. "Sure, Jack, here's the key. Don't try anything... or I'll... I'lll... do something..."
She tossed me the key. I smiled at her. "Be back in five minutes," I told her.