Jack's every fibre bristled as the Doctor took his arm. A very large part of him wanted to retaliate by a well placed smack to the jaw.
But he didn't.
For some reason, he didn't.
He did however, yank his arm back with as much force as he could muster.
"Don't you dare pull a stunt like that again," he said, with a warning tone.
He dusted himself down a little and straightened himself out, and smirked slightly. "Oh is that so?" He could have been charred. Could have been burned to bits, but it wouldn't show. But this fool wouldn't know that, of course.
"You know you've really got a flair for the dramatic," Jack said as he clipped the cover back down on his wrist strap. It didn't seem to fit as snugly as usual, and he glanced to it, and noticed the small chip on the side. It wasn't usually there, he was sure. He didn't recognise it. Had it been there before the Doctor took his arm? Was it a little sleight of hand?
"Did you do this?" he demanded, showing him the Marquis-tracking chip.
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But he didn't.
For some reason, he didn't.
He did however, yank his arm back with as much force as he could muster.
"Don't you dare pull a stunt like that again," he said, with a warning tone.
He dusted himself down a little and straightened himself out, and smirked slightly. "Oh is that so?" He could have been charred. Could have been burned to bits, but it wouldn't show. But this fool wouldn't know that, of course.
"You know you've really got a flair for the dramatic," Jack said as he clipped the cover back down on his wrist strap. It didn't seem to fit as snugly as usual, and he glanced to it, and noticed the small chip on the side. It wasn't usually there, he was sure. He didn't recognise it. Had it been there before the Doctor took his arm? Was it a little sleight of hand?
"Did you do this?" he demanded, showing him the Marquis-tracking chip.