for rude_not_ginger Terra Novus: Outpost 7

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Follows this.

Smack.

Jack landed on the marbled floor with an unceremonious fall.

"Yeah, but you missed it," he said finishing the sentiment the Doctor started before he activated the manipulator.

He pulled himself up from the floor and stretched himself out, looking over to the Doctor to make sure he was okay and all in one piece.

"We're about 800 years to the left," he said as he checked his wrist strap. "Set it on random, thought it'd be more fun that way."

He grinned over at him, and stretched his neck out a little more as he looked around.

What he saw, was nothing short of spectacular.

The walls looked to be made of stone and were decorated with gargoyles and elaborate gold filigree flourishes. Ahead of them, up on the wall, was a vast round glass stain window. Small lights illuminated it around the circle, but just about visible through the other side was the vague starlight in the distance. They were still in space, not on a planet surface.

"Well this is new... what is this, some sort of space monastery?"

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"The Ood?" Jack questioned with a frown, he'd seen Ood. Been in households that had them as servants. He remembered too when that all stopped. When Ood Operations were shut down.

He didn't know a great deal about them, past what he'd seen and been told. They'd always gone under his radar as being unimportant.

"What?" he all but snapped. He didn't mean to be so sharp, but if it could be fixed...

"Well good! Great! What is it? Lets get to it!"

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"They're just the Ood," the Doctor said. "But! They are a ready-made psychic army, and significantly more advanced than they were back when they were servants. And, I need to visit them anyway."

He said the last sentence as casually as he could, but there was nothing casual about it. When he visited the Ood, his song would end. He wasn't in a hurry for that to happen. He loved being himself. Loved everything about it, save the bad skin and the need for reading glasses.

But what would be the point in living a half-life with chunks of time missing from himself and the universe?

"We'll need to land elsewhere, first. Make sure the Marquis has caught up with us."

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"Really, they are?" Jack said, full of surprise. Seemed he'd underestimated the Ood. He'd always thought of them as nothing more than... odd.

There had to be more to it than getting the Ood to reset their memories, Jack was sure of that, but still the prospect of it being a possibility was a positive one.

"Okay," he said, looking back to the console. "So lets go somewhere. Somewhere quiet, nothing too taxing. Hopefully nobody dying. No need for heroics, that sort of thing. We get him chasing us and then we get off to the Ood."

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"Shouldn't be a problem," the Doctor said. He gave his own cheek a pat. The grate, it appeared, had had its way with it during the time he'd been asleep. Still! That would sort itself out. This would all sort itself out.

"How about Earth?" he offered. "Mid-20th century? Something peaceful and relaxed."

Not that he was really fond of peaceful and relaxed, but he did understand the appeal. It wouldn't be a bad idea right now.

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"What exactly is peaceful and relaxed about the 20th century?" Jack asked incredulously. "The first two world wars took place in the first half of it! Really, Doctor, you've got a funny idea of relaxation." He rolled his eyes and added to himself, "No wonder I like hanging around with you."

"Right," he said, tapping both hands against the console, "we can do Earth if you want to do Earth. Just do me a favour, no London and no Cardiff. Trust me, that wouldn't be a good idea for me."

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"I can do that," the Doctor said. "We'll go somewhere exotic. Hawaii! It's been ages since I've been to Hawaii! Probably always promised you a beach, didn't I? I always tend to promise people beaches, but for some reason, I can never deliver."

He punched in a few coordinates on the TARDIS and gave Jack a grin. "Late 70's, maybe? For some reason, I think you'd do quite well in the 70's."

Or the 60's. He had a faint, strange thought that Jack would be quite at home in Woodstock, but if he dwelled on it, his head began to ache.

"Sound like a plan?"

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Jack let out a sideways smirk, as though he were sharing a joke with himself that he wasn't about to let the Doctor privy to. "Oh trust me, I'm pretty sure you always delivered, Doctor."

Jack had a feeling that the Doctor would be the sort of man oblivious enough for that to go right over his head. Or at least he hoped so.

His smirk turned into a grin though, and he crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at him. "Hey I did well in every era. --Particularly well in the 30s and 40s actually, hence the look-- But oh you should have seen me in my flares and platform boots. You'd have loved it." He shot him a cheeky wink and nodded down at the console.

"Do the honours, Doctor."

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"I didn't do so bad in the 70's, myself. Bit of a Jimi Hendrix look, me. Except for the hair." And while he couldn't possibly imagine Jack in anything other than that outfit he was in now, he had a feeling he was good at adapting.

He pulled a lever and set the TARDIS into motion. He grinned madly at the column, and tried to reach in, feel the TARDIS's joy at movement. Nothing was there. It was like she was numb, or scared.

"So how long have you been on Earth? Sat through the 30's and the 40's, but you're speaking in 51st century dialect. Are you really that old?" Because, to the Doctor, that was really quite impressive.

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Jack tried to think if he knew the Doctor in the 70s, but he couldn't see anything. He drew a blank. Waiting, that's all he saw. It didn't really make sense. He supposed it would eventually.

"Not so bad with the hair now," he said, glancing his eyes up to the top of the Doctor's head and shooting him another grin.

He held tight as the TARDIS moved, and though he wasn't familiar with it, it seemed his body was. Muscle memory that knew exactly how to hold on and keep himself stable.

"Depends how you count it," Jack told him. "Years alive? I'm 177. I was trapped on Earth when I was 35, been there ever since. That's not counting the fact I've been buried underground for 2000 years, so you know... I've been around."

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177. Pssh. The Doctor gripped the side of the console, throwing a few more switches and dials.

"Not bad for 177," he commented with a quick glance in Jack's direction. Not that Jack was his type at all. Not that the Doctor really had a type anymore. "But I'm a Time Lord, so I've been around the block a few times myself."

He grabbed the parking brake and pulled, sending the TARDIS into landing. Once the column calmed, he grinned madly. "Though I'm pretty sure I did it in a nicer vehicle than you."

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"Can't say I've had any complaints," he smirked, before adding in his mind 'and you seemed satisfied enough'.

He grinned privately to himself again before straightening up. "Oh I'm sure you have," he said, looking him up and down teasingly.

As they landed, he gripped tightly onto the console and dusted down the front of his great coat. "Now, now," he laughed. He could easily say something back but then as he looked up he thought he TARDIS, well, she really was pretty magnificent, wasn't she?

"Trust me, however I did it, I did it in style."

With another grin in his direction, he turned towards the door and nodded. "You want to do the honours?"

He loved this bit. He remembered that.