the-woman-irene:

How charming. And American. Interesting.

Well, not really American. I might just tell you where I’m actually from if you work at it enough.

the-woman-irene:

Captain? Of a ship, or in the armed forces?

133 Squadron, Royal Air Force. American volunteer.

the-woman-irene:

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Irene Adler. Pleasure.

And who might you be?

Captain Jack Harkness, and it most certainly is a pleasure.

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Seein’ as I’m still recoverin’ from being stranded in the heat for a couple hours, replies will come later. I’m thinkin’ about making an open thread for anyone who is interested.

Once again, Skype for those who want it.

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Rhyddid

thetenthdoctah:

The Doctor grins slightly and sets the TARDIS down on a rift across an uninhabited planet of grass, a frequent stop for him since it was quiet. Very peaceful. He looks over at the three, moving towards them with little girl in arm as Fletcher clings to the hunter. “Eight months old, don’t expect much in the way of words though. They like mental prodding though, don’t let them get too deep in there. Especially you two, there’s thing they don’t need to see” he said, giving pointed glances to them both. “Dean just… put up walls. If you can. If you can’t, I’ll help you through that…” he smiles.

Fletcher reaches out with a gunny mouth smile towards Jack, toddling towards him with open arms and bright eyes. “That’s Fletcher, this is Fauna. They’re mine, yeah. Full Gallifreyan, one of those….riftythings— Anyways…” he smiles, trying not to go into more detail about it.

“Gotcha, Doc. I won’t let them see anything,” Jack consents quietly, concentrating on putting up the mental walls necessary. He’s had plenty of experience with it, considering his line of work. “They’re adorable,” he says to the Time Lord, punctuating it with a smile.

“I have a daughter of my own,” he says to nobody in particular. “Alice. She’s all grown up now, of course. A beautiful woman, no surprise there. Even had a son.” And he goes quiet, thoughts centering on them. On Alice, on his grandson— and suddenly it takes all he has to keep that grinning mask in place. “We don’t talk much,” he adds on after a period of silence, then directs his attention to Fletcher, matching his gummy smile with a grin. He moves to stand, grabbing the child as he does so, lifting him high into the air then bringing him back to his chest, each movement fluid. Careful. “You’re gonna be a looker when you grow up, I can tell,” Jack mumbles to Fletcher, ruffling his hair.

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askstevecortez:

The confusion alarmed the pilot, everyone knew what the reapers were. Well, he had met some people that weren’t from around here. He didn’t say anything as the man brought out this ‘psychic paper.’ Cortez’s brow furrowed as he looked it over. “It’s telling me it’s psychic paper?” Shaking his head, Steve rubbed the back of his head and decided to address Jack’s confusion. “You’re not from this galaxy then? You don’t know what the Reapers are.”  

“Hm. I kinda figured it would pull the same thing that happened with Rose. Single, works out,” Jack snorts. He can tell that his confusion over this Reaper business was similarly confusing, if not alarming. Jack wonders if he should research where exactly he turned up before talking to the natives. But that would eliminate half of the fun. “I’m, yeah. Not from here. What are they?”

hawkeyenevermisses:

-he blinks at Jack a bit before grinning a little lopsidedly, rubbing the back of his head- Ahahaha yeah I…missed you too baby cakes. 

What exactly did I miss? -he questions after a pause, head canting to the side- If I’m being too familiar.. -he holds up his hands, throwing a grin on his face-

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