Re: using a Weevil because I'm not that creative lol
It was almost laughable, Jack thought, that after spending over a century waiting--hoping--for the Doctor to come and take him back out to the stars forever, he now couldn’t stop running back to Earth any time he had half a chance. It would have been a bit of a stretch to say it felt like home, but he felt like he had a responsibility to this place, these people, and not just because somewhere among them were his many-times-great ancestors.
And honestly, he’d take chasing down Weevils over half the crap John tried to drag him into. At least with Weevils, he knew exactly what the crap was.
He tried to pretend, as he pulled up to the location of the latest sightings, that he wasn’t longing for the SUV and Tosh and all the wonderful gadgets and people he’d had to help him do this both only a decade and, paradoxically, lifetimes ago. Anyway, it wasn’t like they could get rid of him, so he’d have enough time to take them out. Whatever else he lost, Jack always had time.
Grabbing the tranq gun and the new formulation of Weevil spray he’d been toying with (and his Webley--he still hated having to shoot the creatures dead if he had to, but you never knew), he jumped out of the car, looking almost jovial until he saw a flash of blonde hair. Crap, a civilian--and then he did a doubletake, noticing her weapon. A civilian with a death wish, then.
Taking a deep breath and lowering his gun so it wouldn’t be visible in the dark against his coat, he beamed and walked up to her. “You really don’t want to be here,” he said quietly, all sparkling, dangerous eyes and glittering smile. “Never know what kind of creeps you’re going to run into at this hour.”