Hmm...

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Of course, one of the problems with writing 'two men in a pub' fic is remembering two-thirds of the way through that Jack doesn't drink…

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It's OK - I read through it last night before going to bed and realised then - but yeah, I think there's enough trauma to justify it. It's set just one day after LotTL. *g*

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Oh, good. You might want to work something in there to acknowledge that yeah, you know that Jack doesn't drink a lot in canon, so no one calls you out for it. Also, is it set after LotTL or between the Master's death and the end?

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Already got Jack thinking about how drinking is so not a good idea, and why, so yeah, already there.

It's one day after the end of LotTL. Here, have a (very unedited) snippet:


Jack really hadn't expect to see the Doctor again yet. Not for a very long time, in fact. Maybe not 140 years this time, but he'd been prepared for a decade or two.

But he's only been back at Torchwood one day. One day, and he hears the TARDIS materialise inside the Hub. Sees the Doctor step out, in a daze of pain and misery.

It's been longer than a day for the Doctor. He doesn't know how long, but long enough for the Doctor to realise he wasn't as all right as he'd seemed when they said goodbye. Jack had known he wasn't coping, not really, but he'd hoped the Doctor would get through it without him. He'd wanted to get away. Hadn't felt capable of holding the Doctor's hand through his mourning, not with so much to come to terms to himself.

Apparently he doesn't get a choice about that. The Doctor's back, and Jack's holding his hand.

Metaphorically. They don't hold hands. They're guys.

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Bwah.

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So he takes him out for a drink... *g*

Anyway, have to go out now. Back later!