WHO: Jack Harkness & Suzie Costello WHAT: Throttling one of the staff WHEN: Backdated to Saturday, shortly after this. WHERE: Jack's office. RATING: T for throttling. AKA, language. And possibly violence. STATUS: Incomplete.
Fingertips drumming on the desk, Jack's eyes darted back and forth between his computer and the door to his office. Waiting. And with each passing second his patience was growing thinner.
Jack Harkness was pissed. And when Jack was pissed, bad things tended to happen. At the best of days it would result in a throttling -- at the worst, firearms could be involved. He was glad for the cup of coffee sitting to his left but he still was ready to murder her.
She knew damn well it was him calling on the comms. And because of her, he'd spent a week at the hands of a madwoman and lord only knew what was the result of that. He pursed his lips, wondering if she'd released that demon through him.
Suzie had two minutes. If she wasn't here in two, he was going hunting and god help whoever he ran into first.