She was close, but Jack made no attempt to widen the distance. His skin bristled but he was good at this. This different sort of dance. He held his own, even when he felt in many ways, that he was sinking.
He let out a half laugh as he looked at her, and his lip curved into an almost smile, though he really had no cause for it.
"Why do you think I'm here?" he whispered. And then quieter, "I'm always running."
He regarded her again, and just in her face, in the way she held herself, he could imagine why the Doctor would be intrigued. Or was he just trying to attach a reason to his own intrigue?
"Besides," he said, "if you know the Doctor," and he knew that she did, "I think you'd know that anyone he travels with, gets used to the running."
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Date: 2009-12-31 05:58 am (UTC)He let out a half laugh as he looked at her, and his lip curved into an almost smile, though he really had no cause for it.
"Why do you think I'm here?" he whispered. And then quieter, "I'm always running."
He regarded her again, and just in her face, in the way she held herself, he could imagine why the Doctor would be intrigued. Or was he just trying to attach a reason to his own intrigue?
"Besides," he said, "if you know the Doctor," and he knew that she did, "I think you'd know that anyone he travels with, gets used to the running."