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When; April 13
Rating; PG-13 (Juust in case)
Characters; Jack Harkness(sometimes_boe ) and everyone!
Summary; Who is this gorgeous man wandering City streets?
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Waking up in an unknown city was usually the sign of a good night, however, this time, Jack knows it's not a good sign, especially when his night hadn't been anything special enough to land him in a place he didn't know.

He looked around, trying to see if he recognized anything, but nothing stood out. Except for the carousel and fountain and not because they were familiar, but because, honestly, who kept carousels in town anymore, unless you were in a mall?

Jack pressed the blue-tooth set at his ear and checked his vortex manipulator for readings of the area.

"Gwen, Ianto, are you there?"

Of course, no response, that'd be too easy.

"Where the Hell am I?"

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Now, that he didn't know the answer to. Not that he wanted to admit it. He pulled a face, making a non-committal sound and waving it off.

"Somewhere else, probably. If it was Earth, someone would've discovered it by now."

Which actually seemed like a pretty reasonable explanation now he'd said it. He was happy with that.

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Jack hid his disappointment. Of course, what else had he expected? If someone kidnaps you from your dimension, it tends to be for a reason and they wouldn't make it easy to escape.

"Yeah, probably not Earth. So, I'm assuming you're not from here either. My name's Captain Jack Harkness, by the way."

He figured he should at least keep up some courtesies.

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"Oh."

Nathan paused, eyeing Jack up with a touch more seriousness than he had before. Authority could either be used to entertain him or ruin things for him, depending on whether he'd been intending to get himself in trouble or not. It never impressed him. After a moment, he nodded, empty grin firmly in place.

"Nathan Young," he told him giving his shoulder another, slightly less friendly pat.

Sniffing, Nathan shook his head. "No one's from around here. No one worth speaking to, anyway," he stopped there, waving his arm to indicate everyone else around them. "All this lot are. But you don't want to bother with them. It's us you want to be talking to." Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Nathan raised his eyebrows at him. "You checked your pockets for a network thing yet?"

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Being an expert on the fake smile, Jack could see he had said something to upset his 'guide'. Mentally filing that away for later he checked the pockets of his greatcoat and discovered a small device that hadn't been there before.

"I'm assuming this is what you're talking about. Looks sort of like a 21st century, Earth, cell phone."

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"Sort of. But you aren't getting in touch with Earth with that. Take it from me," he answered, nodding, with a tone that implied absolute confidence in that. At least until a moment later, when he added; "Not that I've tried. But someone else probably would've worked that out by now."

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Jack nodded. "Considering my bluetooth didn't work, that's probably a good assumption."

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"Bluetooth?"

Nathan stared at him, thoroughly confused. "Wait, they had Bluetooth in the Nazi era? I don't even remember that being around in the nineties."

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"Nazi era? What?"

Jack returned his confused look before it occurred to him that the kid was referring to Jack's coat.

"Oh, you mean what I'm wearing. No, I'm not from the 40s. I've been there, and that's were this coat's from, but I was pulled from the 21st century."

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"You've been there?" Nathan snorted, shooting him an incredulous "What, so you jut thought to yourself 'oh, hey, I could use a new coat. I'll just nip back to the 40s, then, shall I'?"

For an immortal with a bunch of super powered friends (including a time traveller), Nathan probably would've done well to be a bit more open minded. Of course, the thought didn't occur to him, so Nathan's tone was full of biting sarcasm and blatant disbelief.

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Jack laughed. That almost sounded like something he would do, but only if he'd had something more reliable like the TARDIS.

"No, I lived through it, well, and I've visited on a couple occasions, but strictly business then. Haven't you ever heard of time travel?"

He realized it was possible Nathan would laugh at him, but he was used to that sort of response.

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Nathan shrugged, apparently nonchalant, despite his previous outburst. "Sure. Guy I do Community Service with can do it. Only when he regrets something, mind. It's actually really shit."

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"He's got conditions put on it? That does suck." Jack shrugged, more factual then smug. "I just go if I want. Well, I used to, not so much anymore."

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"See, that's way better!"

Or would be, if he still could. Which, judging by the face Nathan pulled, didn't register until a few seconds later. "Wait, used to?"

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Jack tapped the device on his wrist and gave a wry smile. "I'm afraid this thing's been disabled. Besides, I have something in the present, no need to go to the past or the future."

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Well, that was almost as unimpressive as Curtis' time travelling. "So, it's not a super power?"

Nathan peered down at it again, considered it, then pulled another face. No. Still not any cooler. "No offence, or anything, but that's kind of pathetic. I mean, that just means anyone could do it, so long as they had one of those, right?"

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Jack smirked. "Sorry to break it to you kid, but there are very few species out there who can time travel without some form of device. Although, I'd like to see someone try and use this, it's not just a matter of pressing a button."

Honestly, he was only human, the strongest, most cleaver person he knew, couldn't even travel through time without a device.

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Nathan smirked back. "Sorry to break it to you, Captain, but I have a very close friend who can.

"And," he stuffed his hands into his pocket for effect here. "I bet I could use it. I've got experience of the whole time travel thing. Anyway, it's tiny. How hard can it be?" For all his swagger, he didn't really think that, but he didn't want to boast for Curtis without some way of being impressive himself.

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Jack was honestly impressed to hear it. "Lucky kid, hope he takes care of that ability, I know several people who'd love to do that." Jack grinned, he liked the kid's spunk, even if it was considered rude by normal standards.

"I'd like to see you try, if I get it working again, I'll lend it to you."

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"I still say it's shit," Nathan answered with an amused snort. Okay, so maybe he wasn't so bad. For a captain. Most people took one look at Nathan and labelled him a prick for life. This didn't seem to be the case here.

Nathan couldn't believe his luck at that. Eyes widening, he laughed, disbelieving? "Really? Nice one!" And who knew? Maybe he even would be able to work it.

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"Yeah, really." Jack didn't know if he'd ever get the thing working, but, if he did, and could teleport out of this city, he'd be more than willing to rescue the rest of the people trapped here.

"Well...I should probably figure out my next decision."

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Nathan shrugged. "Use your network thing, find somewhere to live..."

That was about all there was to it, wasn't there? "Supposedly rent's free the first month, but I never pay mine."

Which is more to do with his flatmate being far too lenient with him than anything, but that's obviously not important.

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"I'll take a look around, learn how the place looks."

Jack gave Nathan a playful salute and offered his hand.

"It's was a pleasure meeting you, Nathan. No doubt we'll run into each other again. Oh...and better luck with those ladies."

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He considered the hand, then shook it once, briefly. He wasn't big on formalities. Even such simple ones.

At the last part, the hints of a predatory smile finds its way onto Nathan face, the tip of his tongue flicking out in what he clearly thinks is a seductive manner. "Oh, I don't need luck. I was just getting started."

With that, he saunters off to harass someone else. Just to prove his point.