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In the 22nd century earth had altered itself so much that nearly all the old order had vanished. What was once Moscow was now nothing but ruins amid farmland; Cairo had become a fertile city once again to new irrigation techniques; Milan had conceded its status as fashion capital of the planet to New Delhi and the New York was now Old York. One thing hadn't changed however, and that was the party atmosphere of Rio de Janeiro. The city had changed, beyond all recognition, but the carnival had never left Rio and the way it was going it never would.

The Doctor and Jack walked down packed streets. On all sides there was music and entertainment for every budget and every taste. People the world over flocked to this city to indulge in every imaginable vice and were helped by the obliging new inventions that humanity had dreamt up. One was an altered alcohol that meant the drinkers never got too drunk, and were only ever happy when they did. There were no hang-overs from it and it actually benefited the liver. The other was the eradication of all STD's and invisible contraception for both parties that was one hundred per cent safe and didn't interfere with any of the pleasures of sex. With this, and the liberalizing of attitudes of the whole planet, Rio was the place to have a good time.

People of all ages and all shapes and sizes came to the city to party, chill and have some casual and consequence-free sex. It was a way for the stressed and over-worked members of the human race to unwind. Jack and the Doctor entered this metropolis and wandered through it, looking at everything on offer.

"You have anything in mind Doc?" Jack leant in and said into the Doctor's left ear. "Or should that be, anyone in mind?"

The Doctor shook his head and called back to Jack. "Actually, what I really want is chips."

"Chips? Like in gambling?" Jack asked. "The casinos are the other side of the city."

"No, like French Fries, to eat. Have you looked around long enough to find anywhere decent to eat or has it just been wham, bam, thank you Ma'am? Or maybe Sir in your case."

Jack laughed, "You think so little of me! Of course I know somewhere good to eat. You have to woo your conquests somewhere."

"Of course," the Doctor nodded seriously, "I forget about such things, being 900 hundred years old and everything."

"Yeah, I suppose a granddad like you doesn't get it often."

"I'll have you know that I can get anyone I want when I try."

"Yeah, anyone in the retirement home."

The Doctor laughed. As they had been talking they had walked along one of the longer streets and it had come out onto a huge square. The square was about the size of three football pitches and it was absolutely rammed full of people.

"There's a good restaurant just on the other side of this square," Jack spoke into the Doctors ear again. "I'll even pay for us both if you want."

The Doctor glanced back in the crush of people. "Isn't that lovely, that's the first time someone's offered to pay for me in three hundred years."

"What can I say," Jack smirked. "I'm just a gentleman."

Jack squeezed in front of the Doctor and looked out across the crowd. He couldn't see very far. In every direction there were people talking and flirting and making their way to a favourite bar or venue. He knew which way the restaurant was, having an infallible sense of direction but he was worried about losing the Doctor in the crowd.

"Lead the way," The Doctor said from behind him.

On impulse Jack grabbed the Doctor's hand tight and began to edge his way through the groups of people. The Doctor had a firm grip and Jack was glad, it would have been easy to be wrenched apart in the mass of bodies. Progress was slow across the quadrangle and every now and again a person would move past Jack, grin and him and hold themselves really close as the passed. On any other night Jack would have enjoyed the blatant flirt but tonight he just wanted to hold onto the Doctor until they reached the other side of the square.

After twenty minutes of this pushing and shoving the pair eventually fell out of the seething mass of bodies into a small side street. Jack glanced about for thirty seconds to get his bearings.

"You're not the only one who's brilliant Doc," he grinned. "We're in almost exactly the right place. The restaurant is just up here." He pointed with his left hand and at that moment realized that neither he nor the Doctor had let go of each other, despite there being no reason to continue to hold on. Jack dropped his hand suddenly; aware of the fact he was blushing. He turned to face the direction of the restaurant.

"It's just up here," he repeated, mainly for want of something to say to distract from the enjoyment he had felt gripping onto the Doctor.

"Once again, lead on," the Doctor told him. There was nothing in the Doctor's voice that betrayed he had noticed Jack's blush and Jack was glad. He did not blush. He made other people blush. Yes, he had always flirted with the Doctor but then he flirted with everyone. It was what he did, like a hobby. He had never considered the Doctor like that. Jack scowled to himself, it was a long time since he had thought this way. It was almost as if the Doctor had unsettled him and whatever else Jack was he was never unsettled.

As if to make this point clear to his own brain, Jack strode forward to the door of the restaurant that was hidden just a little further up the road. He managed to dodge the few people in the way to swagger confidently up to entrance and smiled to himself. This was the real Captain Jack: confident, cool, calm and collected. The Doctor wandered up behind him, once again humming away happily.