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A/N: I know that a lot of you are confuddled about this…but don't worry, it's meant to be like that…wow…that's a weird concept. Any-who, the chapters will get much longer—hehe, as in several thousand words…so bear with me…next chapter will be one of those dreadfully long chapters.

Game Station, the year 200,100

Jack pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to relieve some of the pulsing pain in his head. As the bright lights faded from his vision, his eyes focused on the red slashes marking the wall opposite him.

One Week before the girl didn't flinch from his mere presence.

Sighing heavily the newly immortal man picked at the fraying cuff of his pants. He had to figure a way off this piece of wreckage. All of the comm. devices were down and irreparable. Besides, who would he call? He was pretty sure The Doctor wasn't listed in any phone book.

16 Days before Jack could touch her with more than his finger tips.

Tipping his head backward Captain Jack Harkness relished in the physical pain of his head connecting with the metal paneling. Anything to remind him he was well and truly alive. Alive, funny notion given he should have been dead.

3 Weeks before her eyes were acclimated.

Rose never took this long to get ready. The girl had been in her cell—room, Jack reminded himself—for nearly an hour. He had managed to salvage some clothing from some of the games, and his only companion was supposed to be dressing.

One Month before she allowed him to watch her eat.

The door next to him was open a crack for both of their comforts. Jack couldn't help but smile at the frustrated grunts and whimpers coming from inside. It was much the same way when he had attempted to teach her how to use the shower and silverware.

42 Days before Jack had convinced her to wash up.

There were three things Jack did everyday. He added a new slash of blood to the wall to mark the passing of time, he swept up a pile of Dalek, and he sat with her. That was it, he found it hard to care when he was alone.

Two Months before she slept in his presence.

The door creaked open further and a little more light spilled across the floor. Jack looked over and found her crouched beside him, their noses almost touching. Jack chuckled under his breath and ghosted one hand down her, now smooth, hair.

She hadn't spoken again.

"J—Jack."

The name was forced from between her lips, the letters sounding hard and flat. He faltered at the sound. He smiled.

"Yes. Jack," he pulled her hand to his chest, as his mother had done with baby Gray.

She smiled brightly, another first. Jack chuckled again, her pride infectious. He would have flung his arms around her, but despite her progress she was still skittish. A thunk of metal machinery melted the smile off her face.

"Don't like it here."

Jack tightened his hold of her fingers, "Me either. We'll go home, I'll find a way."

Buffy shook her head, hair falling over her face, "Home is gone, everyone gone. Long before. Years."

Jack frowned, "You survived this long, maybe the others did too. Where are you from?"

Of all the answers he could have gotten, the one he did get rocked him to his core.

"Home, California, Earth."

He should have known, she was speaking English, not the stiff 'Flat' and 'Lift' English of Rose and The Doctor. This was his English, his valley girl and cowboy English.

"When?"

Most people questioned that question. Not her, not his apparently, and surprisingly, human girl.

"2003 A.D."

The lump in Jack's throat pulsed as he did the math, "198,097 years, it's been 198,907 years."

"Oh," the dejection, or rather, Jack suspected the void of emotion, was all that could be heard. "So that's it. Trapped on flotsam floating in space…forever?"

Jack shook his head and snapped off his wristband. The one he never took off no matter what. Smiling he clasped it around her wrist.

"This is how we get off, it may not look like much, but if we can get it juiced up…we can go back."

His blue eyes glittering with awe, the girl believed him.

"Home, I have to watch them, they need me."

Jack cupped her face with one hand, "Promise."

In that moment when her warm cheek was pressed against his palm he knew he would follow her. Do whatever she needed him to do. He wanted to know every detail about her. He wanted to know how she took her coffee, what she thought of reality television, who her favorite actor was, and each and every scar she had besides the circular marks on the crook of her neck.

It was those wishes that made Jack laugh at himself in the darkness when she slept. He wanted a girl who he didn't know. Captain Jack Harkness wanted a girl whose name he didn't know.

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