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Chapter Three
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Jack's surprised by the TARDIS' appearance - how could he not be, after everything he's learnt about Time Lords at the Academy? - but the man inside the box seems more surprised to see him. Actually, he seems kind of annoyed to see him, as if he'd been expecting something, someone, somewhere, or even somewhen else. Jack can't really blame him, but hey, he wasn't the one that materialised in his bathroom. Besides, Jack knows the perfect cure for disappointment like this, and after a few minutes of searching through his tiny kitchen for a shot glass, Jack's knocking on the TARDIS door with two hypervodkas in hand. If it's not the cure for disappointment, then it'll sure as hell make the Time Lord forget why he was annoyed in the first place. Maybe he'll at least look at Jack like he wasn't something foul squished under his Time Lordy boot. His name might also be helpful, so he wouldn't have to keep referring to him - even internally - as Time Lord.
Loki glares at the door when it opens for Jack easily, and when he sees the neon-coloured drink in the minuscule glasses, he wants to scoff. He comes from a land where mead is served to children straight out of the womb (maybe a slight exaggeration, but then, judging from Thor's almost constant-stupidity, perhaps not), and if the Midgardian thinks that a tiny drink such as that one is going to do anything to him, then he's as stupid as his brother.
It's obvious that this Time Lord isn't a drinker, because he gulps the hypervodka concoction down in one shot. The effect is pretty immediate, and Jack can only watch in abstract horror as the Time Lord falls over his own console and down into the wiring section below. Jack sets his shot glass down carefully (no sense in wasting a good hypervodka), and goes down the steps after the Time Lord who's rambling something about hunters and prisons and who knows what else, and looks as though he's using what's left of his mind's rationality to fight his own hand from taking a pocket watch out of his vest pocket. Jack reels back at the sight of the watch, thankful he's only had a tiny sip of his hypervodka, and leaves the Time Lord down there arguing with himself as he climbs back up to the console area. He sees the TARDIS screen flashing at him, and after all of his mistakes over the past ten years, this is the moment the Time Academy should be proud of him for. He's going to bring a Time Lord back to life.
Loki's head is spinning, or maybe the TARDIS is finally working, he's not quite sure. Either way, whatever he's got to say about Misgard's future, he will definitely not recommend their alcohol. It feels like Mjölnir has hit him in the head multiple times, but the aftertaste is not of copper and blood, but rather of a sweet alcohol that burns the back of his throat. His mind might be used to the fact that he's been drinking since he was young, but the body that he's occupying certainly hasn't, and it's a bit late for that now, isn't it? Besides, his hand keeps going to his pocket, and there's a very good reason why he's meant to stop his hand from doing that, Loki's almost positive about it. He swears he can hear the howls of the hunters, and actually tries to hide inside of his own jacket, despite it not being large enough to hide him from anything or anyone. He's a little bit drunk, and if Loki had known that this body was such a lightweight, then he would have taken that little glass and thrown it as far as he inhumanly could. He feels sick all of a sudden, his stomach churning violently, and for Odin's sake, why won't his hand cooperate?!
Jack's face suddenly looms into view, and Loki starts back in fear, surprise, or both. There's something being attached to his head, and he relaxes, thinking it's his own horned helmet. But the reflective surfaces of the TARDIS are all too clear, and he sees that it's not his helmet, not at all. It's got things attached to it, and his hand is opening the pocket watch (when did he allow his hand to take hold of it in the first place?!), and he's looking into the greenish light the watch emits. It's a lovely green light, much like the colour of his favourite clothing, and then the Doctor's memories are being restored and he's being pushed out by a presence that's so much stronger than he is, though he is definitely not weak. There's no way he can resist, not with the hypervodka clouding his mind, and then Loki's standing next to the Doctor; actually, he's collapsing into a heap because he's managed to take the Odin-damned alcohol with him, and the Doctor's sober. Now that's just not fair, he thinks, even as his mind goes unconscious yet again.
There's a loud noise outside of the TARDIS and Jack peers out, thinking that the Time Academy have finally caught up to him, only to see... Well, a big bulking blonde man standing in his apartment and taking up so much room that everyone behind him looks minuscule in comparison. For once, the sight of a muscle-bound man doesn't make Jack's knees go weak, and he shrinks back, closing the TARDIS door gently. He hears a flurry of noise behind him, and the Time Lord's making his way around the console expertly (nimbly avoiding Jack's drink, which Jack hurries over to take before it can be knocked over). The Time Lord pulls a lever and presses a button, and with a loud eerie noise, they disappear through time and space.
One of the TARDIS' console screens is flashing brightly, welcoming her Doctor back, and she changes the course he's set, ignoring his shouts of protest gleefully.
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End of the third chapter.
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