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Somewhere fixed and somewhere sunny. And, the Doctor decided, somewhere they could have a good time. So, scratching off a number of natural disasters and wars, he picked out a particularly famous and particularly fixed large concert in New York.

He even had a tie-dyed tie that clashed beautifully with his suit.

"It's a bit muddy," he said as he attached an 'Out of Order' sign to the TARDIS. "But I think we're just in time to listen to Santana. Janis should be up in a bit, I might be able to introduce you two." A beat. "If she's met me yet, I can never remember, what with that whole mix-up with time..."

Still! No reason not to have a good time. He tinted his glasses and slipped them on, grinning madly at Jack as he did so. At least three days of fun, without the worry of something terrible happening, just so long as they stayed within the concert.

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Jack listened and he felt a sharp pang of jealousy. He wanted to be there for that. For those random trips that took them anywhere, for getting into trouble that they shouldn't. It should have been the both of them. He looked up at the TARDIS as the Doctor spoke of her and he thought he'd miss her too. Three weeks was nothing though, not really.

"But you won't forget, right?" he questioned, worried that he might. "You'll remember to come back for me?"

Jack had had experience in the past of being left by the Doctor. Things may have changed, but well, old habits died hard.

"That is-- I mean, you do want to, yeah?"

Why was he so worried? He wasn't sure. But worried he was. Worried for many reasons.

The Doctor turned to Jack, an offended look on his face.

"What makes you think I'd forget?" he demanded. "I promised I wouldn't leave you behind, and I'm not about to change that now."

Jack ducked his head, he felt immediately guilty. He shouldn't doubt the Doctor, especially not now.

"I know," he sighed, "I know, I'm sorry I just-- This is all a bit unexpected and I guess I just... I just don't want this hiccup to change anything between me and you."

And that was the honesty of it. He wanted him and the Doctor to be... well, him and the Doctor. Or at least the him and the Doctor they'd become.

It was a terrible thing really, to call it a hiccup, considering it was saving his daughter's life, and likely the lives of a lot more. But that didn't matter, or at least it didn't seem to.

"It's not a hiccup," the Doctor said, not unkindly, unwittingly voicing Jack's own thoughts. "It's your daughter's life."

He tilted his head to the side, to point to the door. "You should go save her. And call me, if you need me."

He wanted to hug Jack. He wanted to show, somehow, that he cared. More specifically, he wanted to park the TARDIS not far from here and keep an eye on him, because the last time he left him alone, he found him dying of alcohol poisoning in some pathetic bar.

"You and I know Doctor Jones. She'll already be on her way here."

Jack turned his head and glanced at the door, worried about the world that sat behind it. Earth, 'home', so much more scary in so many ways than any alien planet.

"No," Jack agreed, glancing down again, feeling guilty for having said it, "no, it's not. But I'll fix it. I'll fix things this time. I'll do it right."

The Doctor was right, Martha wouldn't be far away, so Jack had to go. He had to go now. Do it quick, like pulling off a plaster. Quick and sharp.

He turned as if to move to the door, but stopped again and turned back. "Three weeks," he said again, "three weeks, and I'll meet you here. And if you need me too, Doctor, you call me, okay? You know where I am."

Repeating his movement he made for the door, a couple more steps before again stopping and turning back, this time striding the few steps back to the Doctor. He approached him quickly and without questioning or speaking at all, he kissed him. Just one kiss, brief but with pressure behind it, before pulling back and nodding.

"See you soon, Doctor."

And with a tight smile, he turned and left the TARDIS.

The Doctor was a man who was used to having all of the time in the universe. But this, with Jack, it was too brief. Too brief a good-bye, too brief a time traveling, too brief a kiss, and now---now, he had three weeks on his own.

He stepped over to his coat and plucked the mobile from his breast pocket. Jack might not call him if things went wrong, but the Doctor was ready if he did.

He stepped over to the console and laid a hand against the coral. She seemed to be buzzing with excitement. He sighed and tugged back the hand brake. Quick trip. He'd be right back.

"Where to next, old girl?" he asked, checking the monitor. "Back to Woodstock?"

No, no, she'd already set up another destination.

"Mars?"

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