Three people, all slightly depressed for one reason or another, were sitting in a bar in the 1960's, drinking shots and drowning sorrows.
One man, with dark, sexy black hair, icy blue eyes and a lean, muscular build, was Captain Jack Harkness. He had lost one of his friends.
The second man had sandy blonde hair and twinkling green eyes. His name was Rory Williams. He was waiting. Waiting to be returned to his wife because of the bloody Pandorica.
The final person was a female. She had dark brown curls and green eyes. Her name was Clara Oswald. She had lost a very close friend.
Suddenly, a man walked into the bar, a gun in his hand, a bomb strapped to his chest.
"Everybody, on the ground!" he screamed. He had red hair, blue eyes, and spoke with an Irish accent.
Many followed, except for Jack, Rory and Clara.
Jack pulled out his Sonic Blaster, Rory his Roman Centurion sword and Clara a simple dagger.
"Oi, we got a couple fiesty ones here, eh?" the man sniggered.
"Put down the gun!" Jack called.
"Never, ye blasted American." the man called back. Jack descided not to correct him, because he wouldn't know what the Boeshane Peninsula was.
"He said drop it!" Rory called, getting to know Jack from his frequent bar visits.
"No." the gunman teased.
"Drop it, you git!" Clara called, trying to defend her honour, knowing neither man.
"Silly girl. I have a bomb and a gun. You have a dagger."
The man pressed what they pressumed to be a hidden button, concealed in his palm. The bomb on his chest exploded, sending biologicals flying everywhere.
Jack was pierced in the heart by shrapnal, and fell to the ground.
Rory was extenguinated* by flying shrapnel, getting his jugular vein sliced.
Clara hit her head on the floor from the shock wave from the blast.
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Twenty, excruciatingly painful, minutes later, Jack pried himself off the floor of the bar and exited, cursing to every diety he didn't believe in about his immortality.
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Elsewhere, the bloodied figure of Rory wandered out the same bar, 60 years prior, in 1904. He cursed the Pandorica for his curse while simultaniously** scrubbing blood off of his clothes.
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In the 1980's, Clara, unknown to her, had been in an explosion, 19 years prior. The nineteen year old Clara threw a boomarang into the wind and watched it sail back.
A/N: What do you think? It's based on a post I found on Onstagram. It said:
Jack Harkness, Rory Williams and Clara Oswin Oswald walk into a bar.
The bar explodes.
Jack walks out of the bar.
Rory walks out of a past version of the bar.
Clara walks out of a different bar, not knowing what happened.
*= This is my best guesstimate. I've only ever heard this word spoken.
**= Does this look right to you? I'm not quite sure.