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Day One - Early
WHO: Jack Harkness, Chris Halliwell
WHAT: Not this place again...
WHERE: 202 Cherry Lane
WHEN: 8:07 am
RATING: It's Jack. Language, language, language.
STATUS: Active


Jack rolled over, smack into the nearest wall in the small bedroom. He'd taken to 'pretending' to sleep so he wasn't rattling around the Hub at all hours of the night. Thus, when Jack smacked into the wall, he realised two things were very, very wrong.

Number one -- he had woken up.

Number two -- he had rolled into a wall.

Number two, point five -- when rollling the other way, Jack didn't run into another body.

So it was three things. give him a break.

Strangely, the fact that he wasn't in a bed, didn't bother him in the slightest. It was the fact that he had woken up that had disturbed him more than anything. He scrambled to his feet, glad to see that he was wearing his greatcoat (there'd have been words otherwise) and Jack immediately reached for his weapon and came up empty. A quick glance at his left wrist revealed skin. No Vortex Manipulator on the left, no Elgin watch on the right. Drawing in a breath, Jack cautiously lowered his eyes, his boot kicking the small tin at his feet.

One look said it all. Jack swore, half tempted to throw the tin through the bloody window.

"Gwen! Ianto!" Jack bellowed. He remembered the place, only that he knew it and had an instinctive bad feeling about this place. His first thought was that he needed to get back to his team. His second thought was that he hoped like hell neither of them wound up here.

Again.