Disclaimer: Torchwood's not mine, blablabla, Doctor Who's not mine, and onwards!
A/U: I wrote this to fix my writers block at my other story, SIEMM (Something Is Eating My Mind). If I get enough reviews on this, I might continue, and it might turn out to be 11/Jack, but the main point of th story is a reunion between Jack and the Doctor, since I know it'll probably never happen in the show. Please keep in mind that I have not seen Children of Earth, I only know that Ianto's dead and Jack flees. I think. Editet December 30. 2010: Chapter is now longer :3
"Captain Jack Harkness." He didn't look up. Just grunted and hoped the stranger got the message. Obviously, he didn't. Instead of walking away, like Jack wanted him to, he sat down opposite of the captain.
Jack could feel him staring, and finally he looked up. The guy who had sat down was young, probably around his mid-twenties. He had darkbrown hair hanging in front of his face, something which could give the impression of being one of those emo-kids, was it not for the clothes. A tweed jacket and a bowtie on top of one of those shirts every male teacher wore around the sixties.
Jesus, Jack thought, the only things missing is some glasses and a blackboard. Though he does look knda cute in them.
"Captain Jack Harkness," the stranger said again, with something resembling a fond smile. "Look at you! The last time I saw you, you were smiling like the flirter you are! 'Course," he added, losing the smile a little, "I suppose when everyone you care for just died and you're sitting left with the knowledge that you'll always live on could darken the mood. But still!"
"Do I know you?" Jack asked, weary of this stranger. How could he know what had happened, none the less know about his curse? Again the man smiled, though in a more polite than fond way now.
"Hello again," he said, reaching forth a hand, "I'm the Doctor."
Jack gaped at him for a while. The Doctor? The tall, skinny, thirty-something, wild haired, pinstriped-suits-only Doctor? Then he remembered, and he closed his mouth. He'd done this before, after all. Before tall, skinny Doctor, he'd been bald, leather jacket Doctor.
"Hello again, indeed," Jack said, taking his hand. He didn't smile. The Doctor reappering wasn't really a good enough reason to smile again.
This new, younger Doctor looked at him, taking him in. "How are you, Jack?" he said after a while. The captain snorted.
"Oh, you know, the usual, suicidal, depressed, immortal," he said with false cheeriness.
"What happened with Alonzo?"
"I did say I was suicidal, didn't I?"
The Doctor looked at him as if he didn't understand. God he could be so non-human sometimes.
"Alonzo found out, and he didn't know about my little curse."
The Doctor lingered his stare at him, before he got up and began to walk away. Jack felt a tiny needle stab his heart somewhere deep inside him. But he didn't mind that the Time Lord left him again, he really didn't.
He jumped as the aliens new, regenerated strange voice reached him. "Now? Are you coming?" The Doctor had turned, and stood waiting for him. Jack looked at him in disbelief. When the Doctor gave a nod and a small, amused smile he jumped to his feet and raced after the alien. But he really wouldn't have minded if the older man had left him again. Though the tiny needle in his heart disagreed.
A/U: The title is LAME. I am in need of a better one. Suggestions? PS: There's a poll at my profile. No one has voted. Just so you know.