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torchwoodinstitute2016-03-07 02:25 pm
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Who: Jack and the Master
When: After Lockdown
What: Someone demanded? pancakes
Pretty sure that he’d be waking up to WW17 (Earth was busy between the now that they were living in and the now that Jack was born in so Jack defaulted to the latter), Jack was surprised to find out that not much had happened overnight.
Just about everyone on the engineering and IT rosters decided to quit, as expected, so Jack administered Retcon to them all, filled their bank accounts as per their contracts and sent them on their way. He went immediately to the kitchen to start breakfast while Gabriel went to fiddle with the Doctor’s mind.
Well, maybe fiddle wasn’t the right word, but Gabriel was curious and curious people did things that they shouldn’t from time to time. He was just plating the first batch of pancakes when the Master strolled in, obviously believing that he owned the place. Jack greeted him with a hefty: “Good morning, sunshine!”