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Jack stomped into the pub, face-straight as he saw none other than Captain John Hart standing opposite him.
They both started walking at the same time, shoes making a steady drum beat that matched there own hearts. That was, if John had a heart.
They met in the middle and stopped, surprised they had moved so quickly, or had they been too busy reminiscing? Not that it mattered.
A few seconds were spent staring and breathing deeply, then John leant forward and they were kissing. Clutching at each others arms, shoulders, anywhere they could reach to feel the other.
Then John broke it and punched him. Jack let out a small chuckle before punching back, fists flying forwards to collide with the other captain's face. John went for Jack's stomach; Jack kicked him in the groin. John rugby tackled him; Jack lifted him and chucked him on the floor. It went on for while until they were both worn out, pointing guns at each other.
"You've put on weight." John chided.
"You're losing your hair." Jack replied.
"What are you wearing?"
"Captain Jack Harkness, note the stripes."
"Captain John Hart, note the sarcasm."
"Hey! I worked my way up through the ranks."
"I bet the ranks were very grateful." John retorted. "I need a drink…"
"I thought you'd never ask." Guns were folded away and they sat on the bar stools of the empty pub, Jack reached out and grabbed two bottles of wine and winced as John quickly chugged down the whole container. "So err… how was rehab?"
"Rehab's" John corrected. "Plural."
"Drink, drugs, sex and…" Jack listed.
"Murder."
"You went to murder rehab?"
"I know it's ridiculous, the odd kill, who does it hurt?"
"You clean now?" Jack seriousness in his voice.
"Yeah, kicked everything, living like a priest." He replied and Jack laughed.
"So how's the gang?"
"You haven't heard…" John muttered, a statement more than a question. "It was shut down."
"You're kidding?" Jack asked hopefully. He'd spent many of his younger years in the gang, and though he didn't really like to reflect on what he was like back then, it still hurt to hear it.
"No." John shook his head sadly. "There's only seven of us left now."
"Wow…"
"It's good to see you. It's never been the same without you."
Jack leaned in, pretending he was about to kiss him again before stopping. "You need to go." He stated dangerously. "I don't want you in my territory."
"What?" John asked. Jack smiled. "There was a time when you couldn't get enough of me on your territory." He declared, standing up and smashing the empty bottle against the wall. He reached for his gun, shooting quickly as Jack dodged. Though it seemed he was only aiming at the door.