WHO: Jack Harkness and OTA WHEN: Late evening WHERE: Streets of LA WHAT: Jack wanders and broods. because that's what he does best. Outside of standing on roofs. RATING: TBD STATUS: incomplete
Complacency. It was a bad thing. He'd been in Los Angeles now for about five months and Jack had gotten lazy. When one didn't have to chase Weevils nightly or watch for strange pieces of alien tech all the time, it left very little that one could do. Really, it wasn't a good idea for Jack Harkness to be bored.
Somehow, being stuck in LA was far different from being stuck in Cardiff. Cardiff had been his own choice, waiting on the Rift for the day the Doctor would reappear and have to refuel the TARDIS. Here? There wasn't anything he was waiting for. Stasis, that was what he was stuck in. A permanent stasis.
And he hated it.
Hands shoved deep into the pockets of his greatcoat, Jack wandered the streets aimlessly. He watched the sunset, streetlights coming on as the sky faded from blue to pink to black. At this point, he'd take any sort of excitement. Anything.