Sea caves: Wee Hours of Sunday Morning

[torchwood-jack.livejournal.com]

Jack - the older one, Captain Jack - sat on the floor of the cave, staring at himself. His younger self had barely moved and he couldn't touch him; all he could do was wait.

There must be someone on this island that would come and get him, even if Jack, in his drug addled state, hadn't thought there was. And if not, he'd take him back to the Hub. Gwen wouldn't report him, and she'd be able to treat his injuries without creating a paradox that would make one - or both - of them disappear.

[ooc: may contain very very minor spoilers for the season finales of the last two seasons of Doctor Who, and rumours and wild speculation regarding Torchwood.]

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[torchwood-jack.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm you, we're just retroactively diverging. But I'm still you. And someday you're going to be me. More or less."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack started to smirk. "You're missing out on some good stuff."

[torchwood-jack.livejournal.com]

"You can fill me in while we wait." He mirrored the smirk and tossed a pebble at Jack. "Number, please."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack recited the number and held his hand out for the phone.

[torchwood-jack.livejournal.com]

He ignored the outstretched hand and rose gracefully to his feet. "You sure she'll come?" He glanced down at himself, one eyebrow raised, as he punched in the number and listened to it ring.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded tiredly. "She'll come."

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