“I’ve never been a reporter,” Jack said immediately, sitting down like some well worn old man in his wartime finery. Jack looked like something out of an old sepia photo from World War II. Everything from the cut of his shirt to the suspenders beneath the greatcoat with its epilates screamed that he was a man out of place and time. “And you can see that I’m very much alive.”
Too alive. And not alive at all. Jack didn’t know what he was. The one person he thought could help him didn’t know who he was…just that he caused the Time Lord to itch and his teeth to ache.
All Jack knew was that he was wrong.
He offered Henry his wrist to feel for his pulse.
There was something soothing about the way Jack smelled, something familiar, something Henry would enjoy that could call up a scent memory of better days. He hadn’t always been the way he was, after all, and Uncle Jack was not a new face to him if he cared to think back.
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“I’ve never been a reporter,” Jack said immediately, sitting down like some well worn old man in his wartime finery. Jack looked like something out of an old sepia photo from World War II. Everything from the cut of his shirt to the suspenders beneath the greatcoat with its epilates screamed that he was a man out of place and time. “And you can see that I’m very much alive.”
Too alive. And not alive at all. Jack didn’t know what he was. The one person he thought could help him didn’t know who he was…just that he caused the Time Lord to itch and his teeth to ache.
All Jack knew was that he was wrong.
He offered Henry his wrist to feel for his pulse.
There was something soothing about the way Jack smelled, something familiar, something Henry would enjoy that could call up a scent memory of better days. He hadn’t always been the way he was, after all, and Uncle Jack was not a new face to him if he cared to think back.
“I’m here because I think you can help me.”