It was overwhelming. Jack had effected things before, but he'd always seen it as bad. Things he had damaged or hurt. It was perhaps a rather darkly tinted way of looking at things, but he couldn't help but feel that way.
But here, Jack had helped. He'd saved Boeshane. That felt pretty damn good.
His reactions were slightly delayed but he still caught the screech in the Doctor's direction, and caught the way his expression changed.
"What?" he asked sharply, "Doctor what did it say to you?"
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Date: 2010-04-09 12:34 am (UTC)But here, Jack had helped. He'd saved Boeshane. That felt pretty damn good.
His reactions were slightly delayed but he still caught the screech in the Doctor's direction, and caught the way his expression changed.
"What?" he asked sharply, "Doctor what did it say to you?"