It's all AU.

John was feeling good, for the first time in days.

After he'd left the Master, Romana and Jack at the jail cell, he'd headed back to his hotel room. Showering throughly had got rid of a lot of cobwebs, as had getting his stuff back. After a bottle of hypervodka and a nightmare-free sleep, he was well rested and relaxed.

He was desparately wanting to see Jamie and the Jack he'd killed, and talk to them, but he understood why he'd been told to not seek them out. He was also really wanting to see what he'd come to think of as his Doctor, but he was willing to wait for him to come to John, if that's what it took.

So instead, once he'd woken, and dressed back into his own clothes and jacket, he grabbed some fresh bread and snacky things from the restaurant, and headed out for a walk. Tucking the obligatory bottle into his gunbelt, he started ripping off bits of bread, and stuffing them into his mouth as he strode out into what seemed like early morning sunlight. 

He let himself wander. He'd not really had much of a chance to explore since he'd got here, and his mind could do with the break. He whistled loudly as he walked, and sang long, complex and somewhat tuneless drinking songs into the air. 

John eventually found himself at a peaceful-looking lake. He was swinging his legs off the end of a small wooden jetty, boots off beside him, feet trailing in the water when he heard footsteps approaching behind him. He reached inside his boot, cautiously touching his knife that was inside, but not drawing it. He let the footsteps get right up close behind him before he turned around.

Jack had. Showered, slept, showered again, showered, eaten, showered, then gone out, trying to get some equilibrium back and well. Check to make sure everything was still standing.

He saw the back of a familiar head and called out, "Hey," before jogging to catch up with the other man.

( Cut for blood, babies, and (un)believability )

The professor had left his astronomy books in the library when he'd gone to dinner with Lucy. He went back the next day (it felt like the next day, anyway) to get them. There was someone he hadn't met before already there, reading. He had to reach over her a bit to get the book he wanted. "Pardon me," he said, smiling at her.