Jack swallowed hard. The Master was dead. He'd seen him die. He'd watched him die in the Doctor's arms, and he'd later helped to move his corpse to the TARDIS. He couldn't be here.
And here was where he'd gone to sleep, wasn't it? He looked around, checked. It was all the same. Nothing different, nothing out of place. His small little room beneath his office in the Hub.
So how could he be here?
He flinched a little as he grabbed him, and shifted back slightly. It hurt. Really hurt. If he had any remaining question as to whether he was sleeping, it was cleared up by that proof.
"Fine," he said firmly. "So what are you then? Some sort of life form that latches on to memory? Come in with that apparatus we found today did you? Well buddy you've picked the wrong guy to annoy."
In his sleep, Jack's body stopped shifting a little. The tossing and turning relaxed, and it was as though his body was giving in.
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Date: 2009-11-22 03:38 am (UTC)And here was where he'd gone to sleep, wasn't it? He looked around, checked. It was all the same. Nothing different, nothing out of place. His small little room beneath his office in the Hub.
So how could he be here?
He flinched a little as he grabbed him, and shifted back slightly. It hurt. Really hurt. If he had any remaining question as to whether he was sleeping, it was cleared up by that proof.
"Fine," he said firmly. "So what are you then? Some sort of life form that latches on to memory? Come in with that apparatus we found today did you? Well buddy you've picked the wrong guy to annoy."
In his sleep, Jack's body stopped shifting a little. The tossing and turning relaxed, and it was as though his body was giving in.