Timelines
Jack x 10 (again)
As always, please RnR
Chapter 1
Torchwood Three, protecting Earth… or they would be if they could. Jack looked around in annoyance and slight embarrassment.
"Well… this is the last time, I think we all agree, that we open a suspicious looking package with all of us in the same room."
"What the hell is this stuff anyway?" Owen looked down at the blue goo that was covering him. "Wait, better question, how do we get out of this? None of us can break out and our phones are over there," Owen nodded his head in the direction of the desks, "And I don't feel like eating my way out." He looked down at his legs miserably and continued to mutter profanities at the binding goo.
Jack looked around at the others, thinking back on the situation. It had seemed harmless enough, the package that is. Labelled with large, friendly letters, Jack had been able to translate part of the text so that he knew it was meant for "Fun filled gatherings." Other than that, he pretty much had no idea what would be in the box. And, being who he is, he had opened the box and expected something fun to come out. Instead, the contents had exploded and wrapped themselves around close life-forms, aka: them. The goo hadn't even bothered to cover them completely, only securing arms and legs to the closest solid object. Jack pulled experimentally at the restraints noticing how they gave just enough for him to bend his knees and almost pull his hands down to his head.
"I told Rhys I'd be home early today…" Gwen trailed off sadly, it was the first time in a while that the Rift had been quiet enough for her to be able to go home but with the new situation, that was looking like it wouldn't happen. Tosh sat quietly, eyes sombre, remembering. Ianto looked at Jack and pulled at the restraints with a raised eyebrow. Jack shook his head slightly, better not to tell the others what this actually seemed to be. Shrugging the best he could, Ianto tried to find a position that was more comfortable.
"I'm hungry." Owen's whine cut through the silence, "And, I want a coffee."
"Little tied up at the moment actually, Owen." Ianto answered as Tosh and Gwen shared looks. Jack stared at the ground, thinking while the rest of his team squabbled; exhaustion and hunger souring the moods of the normally cheerful bunch.
"All of you, I need you to be quiet while I try something." Jack looked up at the faces and grinned. "I think I can get us out of this but I need you to be quiet." Four heads nodded as one, keen to be free from the gooey prison.
Relaxing his body, Jack let his mind stretch, reaching further and further out. As he went, his breathing relaxed and his eyes fluttered closed. Team Torchwood stared at the spectacle, Jack had never looked so at peace. He was oblivious to the looks of wonder he was getting, his mind focused on one word: Doctor.
The TARDIS spun lazily around a sun, ultraviolet rays soaking into the ship and passing into a glass room. The room was pure white save for the few potted plants and water features that were placed artistically around the room. In the middle of the room, lay a lanky man. Soft brown spikes spread out in all directions as though hands had been running through the tresses nervously. He was lying on his back with his mouth slightly open and next to him lay an open book and a pair of glasses. He was nude, save for the towel that covered the most important parts. He frowned in his sleep and scratched his head. He could hear a familiar voice calling him; it was faint, but it was there. Groaning, he opened his eyes. Liquid brown eyes peered blurrily up at the roof while he got his bearings, slowly focusing on the sun high above. Sitting up slowly, he yawned and stretched, cracking joints throughout his lean frame. Standing, the towel fell to the floor and he kicked it nonchalantly out of the way. Reaching down, he picked up the glasses and put them on. As he was, he walked out into the control room that was conveniently placed only a few steps away. Glancing at screens, he traced the telepathic message back to Earth, Cardiff, and grinned. Captain Jack Harkness, it had to be. No one else could make the single word message mean so much.
As he set the controls for Cardiff, he received a quick reminder from the TARDIS to his lack of attire. Shrugging, he felt the TARDIS wrap a towel around his middle snugly and thanked her quietly. Glancing down, he chuckled as he noticed it was a fancy one with Gallifreyan symbols and an artistic representation of the planet itself.
"Shall we go see what the Captain wants?" He asked his ship, pulling down a lever sharply and grabbing onto the controls to stay balanced. He laughed, wondering what Jacks reaction would be to seeing him dressed as such. The TARDIS smirked and sent an image to her Doctor. Ship and Doctor fell through time and space laughing at the expense of the immortal.
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