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"Alright class, line up in pairs. Quick as you can."
Jack surveyed the group of giggling, gossiping students – or his class, as any (or almost any) other teacher would have called that mess. He stood still, feet planted firmly on the ground, hands on hips, a stance that was halfway between the fighting on, and the retreating one. He didn't know what to expect, after all.
This was his first so called 'lesson', and already (even though they had actually only just dragged their lazy arses out onto the netball courts) he had learned two, very important things. One – A group of teenage girls, scantly glad, in the presence of a self-proclaimed sex god such as himself, were definitely one of the most annoying things he had ever encountered, second only to Toshiko when Owen hid her chocolate. And two – everyone in this school preferred to flirt rather than to learn...or teach, judging by that blonde French teacher he had seen earlier. Although, to be honest, this wasn't actually a bad thing where Jack was concerned, seeing as he had no idea what he was meant to be teaching them.
"Sir! Sir!" a plain, rather worried looking girl came hurrying (not really running, to be frank...), an intense expression on her face, "Sir, Aleesha says Danielle has really, really hurt herself and needs someone fit and handsome like you to come and save her." She'd said it all in one breath, obviously repeating someone's exact words. That someone who became noticeable by the loud, indignant squeal coming from that back of the line.
He grinned when he reached the source of the commotion, unable to help himself at the sight of a ginger girl on the floor, obviously posing in quite a poor manner, and a dark skinned, curlynob girl standing by her, who could only be Squealer.
"Sir, it really, really hurts..." Ginger whimpered slightly, fluttering her eyelashes at him, and raising one of her legs in the air. One of her long, creamy legs...He shook his head quickly. Gwen would kill him if he thought that about someone he was meant to be teaching.
"Well, we'd better get you to the nurse's office then." Jack grinned at her.
The two girls looked at one another, Plain standing behind them both, still looking worried. Squealer opened her mouth to say something, or to squeal again, Jack thought, but she didn't get very far, for in one fluid movement, Jack had bent down and scooped Ginger. She shrieked in surprise, struggling slightly in an undignified manner, making Jack almost laugh in amusement. He absently remembered to shout back to the remainder of the class to stay put, before sprinting into the main building, Squealer and Plain Girl for some reason following close behind.
~*~TW-WR~*~
Owen was bored. Extremely, undeniably bored. Something which, to be honest, was most likely being noticed by the many people walking past and gawping at him through the open door. With hindsight, he really should have closed it first, but he really couldn't be bothered to do it now. That would involve having to move, and he was actually quite comfortable leaning here against the cupboards...
"Please, for the love of god, don't tell me you've been drinking again."
...admittedly if he was the wrong way up. He sighed. "No, I haven't Jack. You don't need to back away any further."
He flipped back onto his feet, quite neatly in fact. He turned slowly on the spot, eyeing the figure in the doorway, or, most noticeably, the ginger girl cradled in his arms. Owen raised an eyebrow. "Not your usual method of picking girls up, is it?"
Jack rolled his eyes, walking over to the sofa in the corner and setting the girl down, "Ha ha. Very witty. Now wipe that stupid smirk of, Mr Harper."
"Doctor, Jack. Doctor Harper."
"Whatever, sweety." Jack winked at him, before walking back to the door. He caught Owen's eye as he did so, and pointed slyly to the ginger girl, mouthing "Attention seeker". Owen tutted. Trust Jack to leave him to deal with those people.
He turned back to the girl on the sofa, who was staring at him quite openly. He waved mockingly at her, making a deep blush spread over her face. The resemblance to a tomato suddenly became most striking.
He bit back laughter as he walked over to her, his professionalism taking over. "Alright, so what's the problem?"
"Oh...I...er....my ankle..."
She was saved from having to answer by an interruption from the doorway. "Are you really a doctor?"
Owen turned slowly, to see two more girls peering in through the still open door. "What?"
The plainer one of the two suddenly looked awkward. "I...I asked if you were really a doctor..."
Owen nodded curtly, "Yes, I am." He turned back to Ginger, checking her obviously undamaged ankles for any injuries.
"I want to be a doctor."
"Do you?"
"Yes. My mum says I'd make a good one because doctors have to remember what to do and I always remember what to do."
"Ah...good..."
The other girl chose that moment to interrupt. She tossed her head slightly, his bushy brown hair waving around her head. "So, if you're a doctor...why were you doing a headstand against those cupboards?"
"Because I was bored..." Owen said obviously, rolling his eyes. He reached out a hand to run it along Ginger's ankle, but she pulled away.
"Jesus, your hands are freezing!"
Owen blinked, frozen for a moment, before he smirked, "Well, your ankle seems to be perfect..."
Ginger blushed again. He laughed, getting to his feet. "I'm going to prescribe you three sitting in here for a bit, then going out to annoy the pants of Ja...Mr Harkness some more."
"Isn't that your job, Corp?"
Owen couldn't help but groan, turning back to the doorway, which the two girls had hurriedly vacated to make space for the newcomer, who was leaning against the doorframe. "What do you want, Johnny?"
John shrugged. "Nothing. Just thought I'd see if I could annoy you again."
"Well, that's brilliant. Only, if you excuse me, I have patients to attend to."
"I thought you'd already finished with them."
"Well, I have just realised I haven't. Now scoot. And shut the door behind you!"
John rolled his eyes, pushing himself upright. "Fine, Corpy. I'll go find someone else to taunt then. See ya ladies." He winked at the three girls, before quickly pulling the door closed, just has the box of plasters hit it, right where his head had been.
Owen snorted. "Idiot. Shame I missed really, the twat."
But he couldn't help but smile as he listened to the laughter of the girls behind him.
~*~TW-WR~*~
John was already laughing as he walked away from the nurse's office, the sound of the box of plasters hitting the wood ringing through his head. What a pathetic thing to throw, a box of sticking plasters. The thought of it only made him laugh harder. In fact, he was laughing so hard as he walked around the corner that he walked right into someone coming the over way. Although, he also didn't notice that he had walked into anyone until he hit the floor hard.
"What the hell?" So what if his voice was angry. That fall had actually hurt! Something certainly had to be done about the softness of the corridor floors in this place. Maybe spongy foam...
He was all set to glare over at the other person, who appeared to be crumpled in the middle of a load of falling paper, until he recognised the blonde head. Then he just swore.
"Shit. I'm sorry. Are you alright?"
Matt just groaned, pulling himself back to his feet, rubbing his head, and looking about him with a blank expression. And adorable, blank expression John couldn't help but think. His blue eyes looked around until they focussed on John. Then he smiled faintly. "I'm ok. No worries."
He sighed, looking at the scattered paper that now covered most of the floor, before bending down again to pick it up. John just stood there, watching him. He would have offered to help, but in fact he was still in shock from having actually apologised to him. Who the hell was he? Nothing but a silly teacher, that's what. Maybe worth enough for a quick shag at break time, not for apologising to! Captain John Hart never apologised! It just...wasn't what he did!
"What were you finding so funny anyway?"
John jerked back to the present, to find Matt looking up at him intently. "What?"
"You were laughing. I just wondered what was funny."
"Oh, just Owen."
Matt laughed, picking up the last piece of paper before getting back to his feet. "Right, 'cause that's worth laughing at."
"Hey, you can have a right laugh at Corpy." John said absently, looking around. He spied a stray sheet of paper wedged in between two lockers, and reached out to get it, just as Matt did the same. Their hands brushed, just for a moment, but that was enough. The instant their skin made contact, a spark shot down John's hand. He quickly pulled it away. Then just felt stupid.
Matt sighed, turning away. "It's not contagious, you know."
John frowned slightly. "What isn't?"
Matt looked surprised for a moment, and then shook his head. "Doesn't matter." He smiled at him, before heading away down the corridor. John watched him for a moment, before sighing and hurrying after him.
"So...what's that lot?" John asked, gesturing to the pile of paper in Matt's hand.
The blonde haired, blue eyed, greek god like man beside him looked down at it, and then shrugged. "The script for the play. Allan...Mr Summers...wanted it by break."
"What play?"
Matt laughed. "Oh, right, you're new here aren't you? This plays been getting on most of the staff nerves for weeks now, ever since Mr Summers arrived. He's taken most of their classes for rehearsals, even though the script hasn't even been given out yet."
"What's it about?"
He shrugged. "Basically a love story. And then a wedding. Bit rubbish, if you ask me. But I'm not allowed a view on it. 'Tis Mr Summer's play, this. Not mine." He laughs.
John smiled back at him, not really listening. Just enjoying the sound of his voice. But as soon as that thought entered his head, he shook it out, frowning. What the hell was happening to him?
~*~TW-WR~*~
Toshiko sat in the warm silence of her computer room, lit only by the blue glows coming from the screens lining the walls, and from her own. She'd already installed all the Torchwood equipment she'd brought, and was now running a scan of the school as well has hacking into the CCTV footage of the building. Plus there was the instant messenger in the corner, keeping her in touch with Gwen, who has been dragged off to a meeting already and was now calling for help using the MSN on her phone. Much to Tosh's amusement.
She could hear faint voices from outside her room as people walked to and fro between lessons, the sound almost comforting in the otherwise silent room. Her pixie like eyes flickered from screen to screen, a small smile playing across her lips, as she looked for anything that might be considered out of the ordinary. But it was only when she heard John's voice walking past her room (along with someone else she couldn't recognise) that anything was registered on the scrolling realms of data.
A small bleeping alerted her to it, and as she brought of the scanning window with a swift click of the mouse, she frowned.
"Unusual energy readings?" She muttered quietly to herself as she sped read the data coming out of the sensors. The voices outside faded away, and so did the readings, until they were barely noticeable. But they were there; only noticeable now she knew what they were.
She tapped her pen against her lips, brows furrowed in concentration. It wasn't a reading from a human, she was sure of that...
"But it's not from the rift either..."
Jack needed to know.
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