Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. The only thing I own is the ginger oc, Kendall.
Holy crap. This was a bad idea. Do you see his face? Why am I here?! Why am I here?! Hurry! Set in some random coordinates to your vortex manipulator while he's not looking! Do whatever is necessary to get out of here! Why haven't you done anything yet?! Why are you still here?! By now you would have been faraway from him. But NO, Pikachu knows EVERYTHING! Are you seriously wasting time talking to yourself?! Maybe now is a good time to turn on your brain! Hello?! Earth to moron?! Get the HELL out of here! Now! Now! Now! How many effing times do I have to say now before you actually do something?! Cant you see he doesn't want you here?! Just look at him, staring at you. AND YOU'RE STILL HERE!
"Um." I said, like the genius I am. "This was a bad idea. I should go." I said quickly before opening up my vortex manipulator and trying to set in some coordinates without making eye contact with Jack.
"What? No. No! You have to stay! I, you, me, us!" Jack said, fumbling with what to say.
"I'm sorry, Jack, but I just can't." I said.
"Oh, yes you can!" he exclaimed before pulling out his gun and pulling the trigger.
Since Jack WAS a remarkable shot, and he was only three feet away from me, he shot me. HOLY FUDGE! HE JUST SHOT ME!
"You shot me." I stated.
"Yea, I did. Now you HAVE to stay." He said.
"You SHOT me." I said, a little angrier this time.
"I think we have both gotten past that statement, Kendall." He said like the smartass he is.
"YOU SHOT ME!" I screamed, boiling with pure, white rage.
"Yep. Sure did." He said, smiling like and idiot.
"YOU ASSHOLE! YOU SHOT ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW MUCH THIS HURTS?!" I screamed, tears welling in my eyes from the mind-searing pain.
"Actually, I do." He said.
"YOU SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP! GOD, THAT HURTS!" I screamed through gritted teeth and blurry eyes.
"I'm sorry but it was the only way I could make you stay." He said, looking at me apologetically.
"REALLY?! THE ONLY WAY?! COS RIGHT NOW, I CAN THINK OF ABOUT TEN BETTER WAYS YOU COULDV'E MADE ME STAY!" I spat back.
"Do you want me to help you?" he asked.
"OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO HELP ME, YOU IDIOT! YOU SHOT ME!" I shouted.
"Are you going to keep shouting?" he asked.
"No." I said, waiting for him to help me.
"Okay, then. Let's get you patched up." He said, wrapping his arm around me and walking me into the tourist office.
Jack then led me inside the fabled Torchwood.