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Fresh Start
Aug. 3rd, 2010 07:45 pm"Fresh Start"
Who: Jack Harkness (Canon Post COE & JE) & Ianto Jones (AU one week prior to COE)
When: 6 months after Jack met Alonso
"It wasn't me!"
"That's what the all say." A burly looking man pushed Jack forward, and while the immortal did not trip exactly, it might have been better if he had. He fist he received to the gut for 'not staying down' took his breath away.
Less than two days before, Jack had been picked up leaving a bar and though he knew the crime he was accused of, he had no ability to deny the accusations. There was no trial, just a sentence. Now, he was being shipped off to who knew where, forced into a seat and held there with forcefields. Eventually, Jack passed out. Lack of food and sleep would do that even to a Fixed Point like him.
He came to just as they were landing. He, in his less than attractive blue and white stripped jumpsuit, followed the path on the ground, the handle shoving him the entire way. He knew the smell as soon as he stepped out onto the barren soil. Prison planet. He hadn't known fear in a very long time, but after being processed, it was all that Jack could fear.
Eternity, here? It was worth than death.
Who: Jack Harkness (Canon Post COE & JE) & Ianto Jones (AU one week prior to COE)
When: 6 months after Jack met Alonso
"It wasn't me!"
"That's what the all say." A burly looking man pushed Jack forward, and while the immortal did not trip exactly, it might have been better if he had. He fist he received to the gut for 'not staying down' took his breath away.
Less than two days before, Jack had been picked up leaving a bar and though he knew the crime he was accused of, he had no ability to deny the accusations. There was no trial, just a sentence. Now, he was being shipped off to who knew where, forced into a seat and held there with forcefields. Eventually, Jack passed out. Lack of food and sleep would do that even to a Fixed Point like him.
He came to just as they were landing. He, in his less than attractive blue and white stripped jumpsuit, followed the path on the ground, the handle shoving him the entire way. He knew the smell as soon as he stepped out onto the barren soil. Prison planet. He hadn't known fear in a very long time, but after being processed, it was all that Jack could fear.
Eternity, here? It was worth than death.
