Summary: In which Jack Harkness is attacked by a stranger with a chip on his shoulder.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Fullmetal Alchemist.
Right in the Kisser
Captain Jack Harkness was used to attracting attention when he went out for his occasional strolls around Cardiff. Since it was usually late at night, and he just happened to be sexy beast, he tended to get propositions, or be approached by people who thought he might be propositioning.
"Was there any particular reason why you just tried to punch me in the face?"
Even in his line of work, however, getting attacked by strangers for no apparent reason was pretty unusual.
"You just reminded me of someone. It was instinctive."
Jack cocked his head, examining the stranger intently. "I'm pretty sure I haven't met you before; I never forget a pretty face."
The young man snarled. "I'm not pretty, you asshole." He shoved his white-gloved hands into the pockets of his coat. "It doesn't matter, anyway. Sorry for trying to punch you."
"I'll forgive you if you tell me your name."
For a moment, the young man looked as if he were tempted to try and punch him again. But he didn't. "Edward," he said.
"Captain Jack Harkness," said Jack, holding out his hand for Edward to shake. "Pleased to meet you."
Edward eyed the offered hand, but didn't take it. "Not a colonel, then."
"Can't say that I am."
"...Yeah, I figured as much." Edward turned to walk away, and Jack didn't move to stop him. But, before he disappeared completely around the corner, he said, "Bye, Captain Asshole."
Strangely enough, when Jack continued his stroll, he felt a hint of deja vu, and a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. But the feeling didn't last for long.
He never saw Edward again.