http://quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] quitehomoerotic 2010-01-04 04:18 am (UTC)

"Oh, trust me," Jack said with a half laugh, "I know how that is." He'd spent most of his life trapped in the past. Trapped on a planet and a time that wasn't his own. He used to play games with time, running back and forth and using it to his advantage. But not any more. He was older now, and tired. Too tired for games.

"What? And you think you'll be able to work it out do you?" He shot him a disbelieving look and opened his wrist strap to look at the chip again.

On closer inspection he could see it had been attached well, and it appeared almost delicately. The sort of care he'd take himself, but then there was no way he'd put this thing here.

"Well go on then," he said, "answers on a postcard."

He looked around the field and he bristled again. He had the distinct impression he should be somewhere else. Anywhere else. So for once, he wouldn't argue too much.

"Yeah," he said, "come on, lets find that town, maybe we can get some answers there."

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