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September 26th

Fridays, so predictable. Jack took the haul to the kitchen and cleaned it up for Bill, took a shower, and then went to rehearsal. After all of that, all the smiles and flirting and talking, he grabbed dinner and took it to the TARDIS. He'd gotten the empathic systems online and the synaptic relays seem like they were stable, but he needed to tweak them a little. The corridors kept shifting and that wasn't convenient when it came to finding his way around.

He unlocked the door tossed his jacket over the railing before he headed for the console, flipping switches and pulling levers. In The Mood filled the room and he grinned, bending to pull up the grating so he could get under her skirts. He was about to jump down when the console itself shuddered and hissed a little and against his better judgment, Jack looked. He knew immediately it was a mistake. A huge mistake. Blon had become an egg, for fuck's sake. Rose had almost died.

But he couldn't look away. He loved this ship more than anything and now that the empathic systems were fixed, she seemed to know it, too. Jack could hardly breathe as he looked into her heart. So beautiful. So...so perfect. He could feel her all around him, in his head and in his chest. He could hear her. Was this what it was like to be a Time Lord? This kind of communication? Somehow Jack doubted it, but he listened. Listened to the pulse and the hiss and the crackle and he just knew what she was saying. He thought he knew what she was saying. Maybe it was a trick or a glitch in the electrical...no. She told him what she wanted. His heart pounded hard and he nodded. How could he not agree to that?

He left the grating tossed aside and tools scattered when he kicked the toolbox on accident as he walked away. He left his jacket and his food. He left the whole place behind him and walked out of the console room and down the corridor. He knew exactly where to go, synaptic relays fixed or not. Transmorphic systems up to spec or not. He wasn't an egg and he wasn't dying.

He was in love, and he was going to go find her.

He didn't even notice when the wall closed behind him so that anyone who came in wouldn't find the opening they had waited for and worked for.

The TARDIS closed around him and Jack walked, the sound of the TARDIS engines echoing in his ears and In The Mood playing on beyond the bulkhead that had insured Jack wouldn't be going anywhere else.

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