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Post by Jack Harkness on Jul 14, 2011 20:40:05 GMT -5
This time hopping was getting boring all on his own and it had been a while since he'd seen The Doctor. Maybe not going by actual dates, but in Jack's timeline it had been a while. Having nothing better to do, he'd figured out a way to find traces of the radiation left from traveling through time and space. It wasn't a direct lead to The Doctor, but it wasn't as though it was life or death, almost like a scavenger hunt actually.
He'd checked around London, knowing he'd always liked it there, but when he didn't luck out, he headed for the next closest place-Scotland. He looked around in all the major cities but it was a small town he ended up in, and a particular house that made his device go absolutely insane. He headed up to the front door, not even hesitating to knock. Had he been sure The Doctor was there, he wouldn't have even done that much.
He felt the hairs on the back of his neck starting to stand on end and turned to look over his shoulder, coming face to face with something he never thought he'd have to see again-The Silence. Without looking away, he fished out a pen, marking his hand once and tucking it back into his pocket. He should have shot. It was only one, after all, but he had no idea whose house this was and didn't really fancy getting arrested. Still, his hand rested on the gun, just in case.
When there was still no answer, he knocked a little more loudly. "Hello? Anyone home?" he called out, not wanting to stay out here. He was kind of getting the creeps. |
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Post by Rory Williams on Jul 18, 2011 11:54:45 GMT -5
Rory groaned at the loud banging coming from the front door. It was 8 am and he was still in his dressing gown, nursing a terrible hangover with a nice hot mug of tea. He had taken the night off to spend some time at the pub with his mates. He hadn't seen them much in this capacity since the whole bachelor party fiasco- there hadn't been much time to talk during the wedding, and then they had disappeared onto their honeymoon- so Rory had had a nice drunken conversation about how he'd punched the Doctor in the face (well he had) and had given some of his mates (cybermen, really) a what-for. Chest high with drunken courage and still feeling a bit rowdy, he had come home at three in the morning, gave his night-owl wife a loving pinch on the bum and told her she was the most beautiful thing in the galaxy, which ended up with them spending a little "quality time" of their own.
It had been a glorious evening, altogether. Only his body had decided to wake him up at 7:30 to get back at him, and he had the most terrible headache. He had already taken to aspirin, and was waiting for them to kick in. The banging was not helping.
Rory tied the belt of his dressing gown (there was nothing but his boxers underneath, and he hated to be flashing someone), heading to the door with mug still in hand. It was probably the mailman- he hadn't checked the mail yesterday, it was probably stuffed so full nothing else could be crammed in.
He squinted, bleary-eyed at the fellow standing there in a long grey coat. Did mailmen wear coats now? Hard to keep up when you were always traveling.
" 'N I help you?"
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