Immortality That's What its For

AN: Not sure why I'm posting this one, I wasn't very happy with the turn out, my friend was though and it is part of the 5 so…you be the judge.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood

What's a Little Food Poisoning?

Jack tracked his way through the slums of the old city, no real direction in mind his feet where just unable to remain still. Rain continued to pour down in torrents in a vein attempt to wash the streets clean, but the Captain hardly noticed.

He'd seen the Doctor a few days back, different face, different companion, but Jack would have known the man fifty paces off blindfolded. He'd been so tempted to step into the Time Lord's life in those first few seconds, but he'd stopped himself and before he knew it the Doctor was gone again.

Jack came to a stop outside a small sushi shop, and stepped in out of the rain; he took a seat near the back and signalled a waitress. Lots of people had some form of comfort food or another, and if not that something they could do which could cheer them up if only a little.

The immortal had found a rather twisted version of both in poorly prepared Fugu. He'd found long ago that it tasted just a good no matter how it was prepared, and the fact that he was in a sense taking his life into his own hands had its own appeal. It was deadened slightly by the continued knowledge that he would come back; still it managed a little mystery in these monotonous days.

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Morganeth Taren'drel