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notethestripes (ex_notethest397) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Of that, Jack had no doubt. He was the dashing hero and dashing heroes always had the best dance moves, didn't they? Jack arched a brow in Rose's direction about the Versailles comment. "Somehow managed to never hop back to that era," Jack mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "So, on that, I'll take your word for it. Though, I'd prefer to be stuck in the medieval period than anything the French have to offer. Powdered wigs do absolutely nothing for my complexion."

It was only at the expression on Rose's face that Jack realised he had said something he oughtn't have said. "I saw him... about a year ago," Jack said. "He and Martha had stopped in Cardiff to refuel and I," stupidly Jack added silently in the breath pause he inserted, "left my team to go with him." Jack shook his head ever so slightly. "Even before, though, he knew I had survived and still left with you." Bitter? Jack? Never. "I was helping him close couplings in a room filled with radiation. The sort of room no one could go in and survive. Something right down my alley."

Closing his eyes, Jack leaned his head back against the chair cushion, getting lost in the memory for a moment. "The end of the Universe. And he said he knew I had survived, had been brought back to life, and yet still left me on that fucking satellite. Alone amongst the Dalek dust."