Discontinuous Romance
The muffled sounds of normality on a Saturday night coming from the bar nearby were the first sounds Jack heard upon his resurrection. Gasping loudly his arms groped the rough ground beneath him as if to find an anchor to ease the transition into life itself. When he found nothing but the unconscious body of the weevil next to him the Captain stilled, waiting for the large wounds that the alien had ripped into his chest to heal before getting to his feet.
"Not the most appealing sight I've ever woken up I must say. But then again you're hardly the worst.." He quipped.
Realising that no one could hear him Jack tapped the comms unit mercifully still in his ear.
"Toshiko, you there?"
"Yup, Are you okay?" the tech's voice appeared in his ear. " I was getting worried"
"No need. just a particularly vicious one today, it seemed to be more immune to the spray than usual, ask Owen to run some tests when I get back would you?"
"Sure, it's possible that they're evolving."
"That's going to be a problem if they are. "
"Right, I'll get a cell ready for our guest" and with that Tosh signed out.
Still stiff he lifted the weevil over his shoulder and began the short walk to the SUV he had parked around the corner when he heard an unfamiliar soft, deep voice calling his name. This was all he needed.
"Jack?"
Turning around he caught sight of the man who had spoken and was startled despite himself. This guy was gorgeous. Pushing the entirely inapropriate thoughts he was experiencing to the back of his mind he reminded himself that anyone lurking in an alleyway was bound to be trouble and now he had seen the weevil he would have to be retconned. That was even discounting the disturbing fact that he seemed to know him.
"What do you want?" he snapped but the man seemed more concerned than offput.
"Are you okay? I would have got here sooner but I mis-set the coordinates on this." and he tapped a leather wriststrap he was wearing which looked disconcertingly like the one also present on Jack's wrist.
" Sorry, what?" IF he was a time agent they were all in big trouble.
"The weevil, remember." he spoke with a look of fond exasperation which just added to Jack's confusion and worry. "Looked nasty"
"I had it under control" he lied hoping the large blood stains on his shirt were covered by his coat.
"huh. Didn't seem like that from where I was standing. Heading back to the hub?"
And with that Jack decided he had to take action. Smoothly he slipped behind the other man and knocked him out with the barrel of his Webley.
When Ianto Jones woke up he was locked in a Torchwood cell.