http://quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] rude_not_ginger 2010-04-09 03:03 am (UTC)

If Jack was worried or panicked (and he was) there was only one sure fire way to push that utterly to the side: Think the Doctor is in trouble.

He saw the light like a flash and heard the Doctor call. He turned then, his head twisting sharply to look out for him.

It felt as though time slowed down (and maybe it did, maybe it was part of that creature's promise, protecting as it said it would), but Jack turned his head back, and in the blue light he could see his wrist strap well enough to reach out and programme in the co-ordinates. He shouldn't have had time for it, it shouldn't have been time to do that and turn and still have the Doctor close, but he was there, and it seemed the light was only just fading as he reached for him.

And then, like a snap, as his arm reached out and grabbed the Doctor tightly around the waist, time seemed to catch up again, and it was just in time because as Jack pressed down the button on the wrist strap, the rest of the cave above collapsed in.

They were gone.

Gone, and mere moments later re-appearing on the beach, a few feet away from where the TARDIS sat half embedded into a sand dune.

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