This is completely random, I know. But I just watched Children Of Earth on YouTube, and I join the ranks of pissed off TW fans, and former Jack fans writing these.
Crack!fic, very random, not how I usually write (only sometimes), but I haven't been in this much of a state over a TV show since... um, Chris Eccleston's regeneration. No, wait... yes. No... um, John Spencer's... no, that counts as it was Spencer who died... um... No, I haven't been in this much of a state since CE's regeneration (no offence Tennant).
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack. I hope I own me (if you wish, insert yourself).
"Captain" Jack Harkness poked his head round the door of her house, clad in his signature 1940s military greatcoat, "You haven't seen a large gooey alien pass this way have you?"
The girl turned, recognizing the voice, "You!"
"Who?"
"You." She looked around.
"Are you looking for something?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"Oh, screw this." The girl grabbed metal pole from the travel bed she had not yet put together. Jack grimaced and fell to his knees as the pole smashed up his groin.
His voice high, he gasped, "What was that for?"
"Guess."
"Shit."
Feeling significantly better now.