"BROOKLYN MARTIN!"
Her eyes snapped open.
"It- it was a dream? ...It was a dream. Of course it was," she sighed, crestfallen.
"What the HELL are you doing here?" It was the American looking furious.
"It wasn't a dream? It wasn't a dream!" She grinned as if she was crazy.
The American crossed his arms and looked at her, amused. He nodded and smiled, "So, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I couldn't really go home, could I? And you didn't go home soooo..."
The American laughed, "Come on. I bet you're starving."
She nodded and stood up. She followed him out of the Hub to a cafe where the American ordered them a full English each.
"So, who are you? Who are you really?" She asked leaning forward, inquisitive.
"Captain Jack Harkness," he grinned.
"And?" she laughed, "How old are you?"
"I'm over 1000 years old."
Brooklyn sighed at him, glaring, "I'm not that naïve."
"And I'm not joking. I was born in the 51st century and I-"
"Two full Englishes?" a waitress approached them balancing two plates on her arms.
Jack nodded, she placed them on the table and then left.
"So... 51st century?" Brooklyn asked about to take an extra large bite of a piece of bacon.
"Mm. Mmhm. Mmmmhmmmhmm," Jack had a large mouthful of various types of breakfast in his mouth.