Jack turns towards the sound of the voice—one that knows him, apparently, one that’s just a little familiar…
“Doctor?” he calls out uncertainly—but even as he says it he’s sure. Down in his guts, his marrow, no matter what his face may look like or his voice might sound like, Jack will always, always know the Doctor by the way he says his name.
It’s the Doctor, and he’s here.
“I got twitchy and went for a walk!” Jack calls out, moving towards the sound of his voice. “My lucky day, huh?”
His chest tightens, and for a second he can’t breathe around the hollow, sore feeling that somehow feels good…
“I’ve been waiting so long to see you again!” He calls out, voice thick with longing as he thinks of them both—the Doctor and Mickey, his fellas and the TARDIS…
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“Doctor?” he calls out uncertainly—but even as he says it he’s sure. Down in his guts, his marrow, no matter what his face may look like or his voice might sound like, Jack will always, always know the Doctor by the way he says his name.
It’s the Doctor, and he’s here.
“I got twitchy and went for a walk!” Jack calls out, moving towards the sound of his voice. “My lucky day, huh?”
His chest tightens, and for a second he can’t breathe around the hollow, sore feeling that somehow feels good…
“I’ve been waiting so long to see you again!” He calls out, voice thick with longing as he thinks of them both—the Doctor and Mickey, his fellas and the TARDIS…