Click.
To those in the know, that click could mean only one thing. And those in the know didn't always remain that way very long, so when it does happen there's only really one thing you can do. Turn around very, very slowly, and hope that the person wielding the gun pointed at some part of your body - hopefully an unimportant one, like the little finger on your right hand (be honest. Is it really essential? I mean, if you could lose a body part, that wouldn't be a bad one to get rid of. Excellent conversation starter, if you're wondering) or maybe your appendix (why? Just… why?) – is a sane one and not some gun-wielding ex with as many complexes as there are stars in the sky.
"Alright, alright."
The man who backed out of the storage room smirked, the thrill of the unknown lighting up his translucent eyes. He turned. The coat – far past his time (one of them, anyway) – was muddied and torn like it had been so many times before. This coat had been mistreated. The shirt was untucked, and the breeches loose. This, in short, just about summed up Captain Jack Harkness: he wasn't perfect, but he dazzled you just the same.
"Wow." He winked at the twelve or so… things assembled before him. They were a lot like bugs, he noted – with their bulbous eyes and pincers, and all the incessant clicking… "Nice welcoming committee." One was so bold as to prod him with his gun in the back. Jack raised an eyebrow. "Is this a stick up, or are you just pleased to see me?"
The things didn't seem to enjoy the innuendos. They clicked and clacked and beeped – yes, beeped – unpleasantly. Jack pouted. "No sense of humour, you people… go on, then." He put his hands out – triggering several disgruntled 'beeps' at the sudden move - and grinned. "Take me to your leader."
-x-
"I'm guessing by the lack of the banner and the balloons and the fact that there is no stripper in sight that you either weren't expecting me or you have no idea who I am." Jack said, still grinning, as he was directed into what he assumed was a control room. The walls were garbed with large, robust monitors that flickered with dots and circles in colours of dark blue and yellow. The rest of the wall space was taken up by either hundreds of important looking blue and green buttons (and, of course, the mandatory big red one that had writing on. Probably 'Do Not Press' – probably the only thing humans got right about space travel in their little films was that there was always a button. Most ships didn't need one, and merely put one in just to follow convention), but on the wall opposite Jack and his party of captors was a huge window overlooking the stars. Most of it was blocked, however, as something big sat in a chair before it, looking out across the Milky Way. It, too, clicked and clacked and beeped. Sometimes, it even meeped. That was new. Must be a leadership quality among these things. "Let me remedy that," the captain continued smoothly, winking at one of his captors. "I'm - "
"Captain Jack Harkness?!"
-x-
AN: Ahaa. I know, I know… very short. I just loved the cliffhanger :) Please R and R if you're feeling extra especially gorgeous today - and maybe you could check out my drabbles? It's just a thought... ;) x