It's all AU.

After leaving the Doctor - and still with too much to think about and less chance of being able to avoid doing so - Jack wasted no time in finding the bar.

Not so much for the fact that he needed a drink, but more because that's where Brant said he'd been headed, and considering the overload of information Brant had just had to deal with, Jack was more than a little concerned.

It wasn't empty, of course, but it was pretty quiet, and easy to spot Brant sat at one end of the bar chatting to the server. Jack hooked out a stool next to him, slid onto it, and let his arm fall around Brant's shoulders. "Hey."

Jack raised an eyebrow at the shelf of books in front of him, a faint smirk coming to his face at the titles before he looked over his shoulder to see if the door that he'd stepped through was still there. Figured that he'd go to check up on the progress on the renovations to his office only to step through a dimensionally transcendent door that vanished as soon as he'd done so. And of the four species he knew had that sort of technology, three wouldn't drop him in a library.

"Amusing," he said out loud, glancing up at the ceiling for lack of anywhere else to direct the statement. "Hope you're better than the Doctor at getting me back to the time and place I left," he added before shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers, sauntering down the aisle between the stacks.

Peering into an open space, he let a grin creep onto his face at the sight of someone sitting reading a book. He leaned against the nearest shelf, waiting for them to look up.