Captain Jack Harkness

"Relax. There's no danger here," he said as he slipped his arm around Logan and looked aroudn the control room. He finally lifted his hand and pointed to one end where an array of wires and tubed hung uselessly.

"It was The Controller. She was a human interface and she sent a strong enough signal to transmat the Doctor and Rose and I here. This place is the Game Station. 500 levels of game shows and television entertainment. The thing was, behind it all was the Dalek Emporer, using the bodies of the losers to grow a new army of Daleks. By the time we faced them, there were millions. It was certain death.

The Doctor was making a Delta Wave, which would have killed everyone. In the middle of it, he sent Rose home in the TARDIS so she'd be safe, but she came back. I'd gone off to lead the volunteers, but all we had were security weapson with rubber bullets. Once the Daleks entered the station, we figured they'd go up to sttack the Doctor...they went down. They killed all the people who we'd secured below. Then they came back up. We lost level after level until I was the only one left.

Rose, she didn't want to be sent back, so she managed to crack the TARDIS control panel open and looked into the Heart. And she came back...but she wasn't herself. I was dead when she returned and what happened was...well...she was possessed with the power of the time vortex. She controlled all of time and space. She took the Daleks apart at the atomic level, brought me back to life, and then the Doctor had to cure her of it before she died. He took the time vortex out and that's why he looks like he does on the island instead of the one I traveled with. He fixed her and they left. And I...I got left here."

He took a moment to see just how full of shit they thought he was, then smiled broadly.

"So!...You guys want to get out of here?"

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Logan had heard the story before, though never in detail, and he remained
silent as he held onto Jack and staid close.

His gaze flickered to Joe and then Dale,waiting for them to reply, before finally clearing his throat with a soft cough.

"How do we leave?" he asked simply.

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"How the fuck did we get here in the first place?" Joe asked, which he thought was a better question and also one that no one would be able to really answer. There were always reasons, but none of them ever made any fucking sense.

Rubbing his eyes again, he tried to look more awake, knowing the situation was pretty fucking dire.

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Dale turned around in a slow circle, taking in all of the details of the world they were in. "I have a few guesses, based on the presence of we four in particular and the history of the island as we know it," said Dale, "but as anything I could come up with would only be conjecture, I suggest we rely on Jack's expertise on this location and follow his advice to get out of here."

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"You guys don't need to worry. There's literally no one here," he said. "We could hang out here until the island cuts the shit. If you don't feel like waiting around on an orbiting tomb...we could use this." He flipped open his Vortex Manipulator and grinned. "Anyone feel like doing a little time travel?"

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Quirking a brow, Logan pulled Jack's arm towards himself and looked at the device with obvious curiosity.

"We can go anywhere?" he asked, perking up a little and looking less tense. "Like- places that sell hot wings and beer? 'Cause I vote for hot wings and beer. Bonus if it's alien hot wings and beer, or future hot wings."

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To be completely honest, Joe was still trying to grasp the whole 'not on the island thing' and for a moment he just stared blankly at Jack, wondering what the fuck he was talking about. When he couldn't come up with a reasonable answer, he looked at Dale and asked, "What the fuck is he talking about?"

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"I'm not sure I entirely understand," said Dale, "but just because it's beyond the scope of my experience, doesn't mean it won't work. I suggest we trust him, and let him take us somewhere a little more familiar, if he's able."

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"More familiar I can do," Jack nodded, pointing to the slice of plexiglass where they could look down on the scarred, overpopulated planet. "I think I can say, without a doubt, none of you would like the Fourth Great and Bountiful human Empire. Here...everyone make sure you've got your hand on the strap someplace. And hold on."

Once everyone had done just that, Jack pushed the button to rocket them to...well, it was supposed to be London 1869, wasn't it? That's where he went according to the reels. Except it didn't look like 1869- more like 2010 or so. It was almost certainly London, though.

Jack righted himself once they were settled and looked at each of the other men in turn to see just what they made of traveling through time and space.

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Logan didn't even have time to try and work out where they where before he turned away and doubled over, fairly sure he was going to be sick.

He wasn't, thankfully, and after a moment he righted himself and looked around. It wasn't an alien planet. In fact it looked a lot like England. Not exactly the exciting trip he'd been hoping for, but he could smell food, and that more than made up for it.

Besides, anywhere was better than Neptune.

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"What the fuck," Joe said, sounding startled, grabbing for Dale as soon as he was able to. Whatever the fuck had just happened, it sure as hell hadn't been anything he'd ever experienced before.

"Jesus Christ, what..." But everything looked different. Way more different than Joe had ever seen and he trailed off, staring around blankly.

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Dale was quick to clutch Joe as well, while taking a survey of his surroundings. "Well, it's a start," he said. It certainly wasn't a dead space station anymore, at any rate, which was as good a start as Dale could hope for on this little adventure. "Jack, you're obviously our lead man here. We need a rundown of our situation, our assets and our goals."

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"Right! Well, it's..." He had to pause to check the strap on his wrist, "...August twenty fourth, two thousand nine. So, Island Time. This is London. We're broke, we're together, and if this is like last time, we've got a couple days to enjoy the city. I can get us some money, at least enough to eat. What do you guys feel like doing? I'd kill for some chips. Speaking of which- I should lose this," he continued, taking off the spent security blaster and tossing it in a garbage bin.

He didn't bother to comment on the state of them. It was never an easy jump the first time, and if he hadn't done it so much, he'd have been disoriented as well. As it was, it was just another street in just another city on just another world. At least it wasn't Cardiff. That could be sticky. So Jack simply took it in stride and acted like he owned the city. Pretty much the way he always acted.

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Logan was watching Joe and Dale, though he heard everything Jack said, turning to look at him once he was done and moving to fall into step with him.

"So- like a vacation? A really strange family vacation. I can deal with that," he decided, trying to ignore the feeling of dread that was building in the pit of his stomach.

There was no way it would be that simple, no matter what Jack said. Logan just wasn't that lucky.

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The last time something like this had happened, Joe had ended up back home in Vancouver, somewhere familiar and normal and not some other fucking city in the fucking future. "Guys, I've had my eyes open for about twelve fucking seconds here, I think what I want is a second to sit the fuck down and actually figure shit out."

Beyond just getting some food. That was a good enough goal, he figured, but he needed a little more information than that.

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Dale suspected 'vacation' might be something of an exaggeration, but with no immediate danger confronting them, he felt safe enough to relax for a moment.

"I think Joe has the right idea," he said. "A moment to sit and eat and regroup seems called for at this juncture."

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"Eating it is. Let's find a place, sit and relax," he agreed. Jack felt around his pockets and grinned, then nodded. TARDIS key and psychic paper- good enough. He'd be able to get them a meal, at least.

"You okay there, Joe?" he asked, genuinely concerned. He'd had a feeling Logan would be okay quick enough and Dale...Dale knew what to do when faced with Weird Shit. Joe...well, Jack had a feeling he didn't think anything about Jack was cute, including the sort of life he'd had back home.

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Logan, for his part, was already distracted, smiling a little as a group of girls in pink and blue track suits wandered by. They were all blonde hair and long pink nails... and definitely not a sight you were likely to see on the island.

Sometimes Logan forgot just how much he liked girls.

"Let's go where they're going," he suggested, watching as the trio of giggling girls ducked into the local pub.

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"Fine," Joe answered simply, glancing at the girls Logan was staring at before he looked back at Dale. Giving a shrug that said 'I'll go wherever you do', he then nodded his agreement. "Yeah, sure. Let's head in here. Get some fucking fish and chips or whatever the fuck you can get over here."

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Dale gave Joe a last squeeze and a nod, then moved in closer to Jack for a moment so he could speak a little more privately.

"Anything I should be watching out for?" he asked him, still surveying their new location warily. It seemed safe and familiar enough, but appearances were often deceiving. "Anything specific?"

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"It's London," Jack shrugged. "Watch out for traffic, thieves, and bad fish. Other than that, don't worry about it. You're with me!" He smiled. "What could possibly go wrong?"

And with that, he started down the street, looking around long enough to find a proper place to eat. Chicken wings might not be the ones Logan had in mind, but there would be good beer.

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Logan had only waited long enough for Joe to agree, assuming everyone else would simply follow as he headed inside.

The girls he'd been watching were now in the corner, chatting and staring at their mobile phones as they texted and drank. Logan had already lost interest though, and he dug around in his pocket, pulling out his wallet and staring at his credit cards. No cash of course, but the cards were something he'd held onto, and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd still work.

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"Gonna try those?" Joe asked, nodding down at the cards in Logan's hands, a little amused that he still had them. Keeping close to Dale, he looked around the pub they'd entered, taking in everything he could, feeling out of fucking place and a little uncomfortable.

It was a weird fucking sensation. Joe didn't often feel uncomfortable.

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"It all makes me a little sorry we set most of our money on fire," said Dale, though he wasn't sure they would've had any of it on them, even if they hadn't. He wouldn't say he had let down his guard, but he'd heard tales of other people's off-island adventures, and maybe they were just here for some fish and chips.

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