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fracturedrp2011-03-12 09:58 pm
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introduction: 'Real' Jack Harkness
It was supposed to be just a training exercise with new recruits. Flyboys straight out of school. The Messerschmitts weren't supposed to be there. Nobody was prepared for them. Jack had to focus, brow furrowed as he dodged and shot, communicating with his fellow pilots.
Harkness listened as everyone reported back in. He nodded his head, mentally ticking off the list in his head. No casualties. Good. The last thing that he needed was to lose another good man.
He saw it, too late, watching as it came towards him. He could hear them in his ear, telling him to eject. He tried, but he was hit. And then, there was a bright flash. It was white light, like nothing he’d seen before. And suddenly, it was a different ocean he was flying over.
"Mayday. Mayday. Captain Jack Harkness. Emergency landing. Eject is malfunctioning. Repeat, eject is malfunctioning." He growled into the radio, pressing the button furiously. Glancing out the cockpit window, he wondered how it had gotten so dark so quickly. Anyone else would think it was late, night time outside when it was only day time moments ago. "Mayday!"
Harkness listened as everyone reported back in. He nodded his head, mentally ticking off the list in his head. No casualties. Good. The last thing that he needed was to lose another good man.
He saw it, too late, watching as it came towards him. He could hear them in his ear, telling him to eject. He tried, but he was hit. And then, there was a bright flash. It was white light, like nothing he’d seen before. And suddenly, it was a different ocean he was flying over.
"Mayday. Mayday. Captain Jack Harkness. Emergency landing. Eject is malfunctioning. Repeat, eject is malfunctioning." He growled into the radio, pressing the button furiously. Glancing out the cockpit window, he wondered how it had gotten so dark so quickly. Anyone else would think it was late, night time outside when it was only day time moments ago. "Mayday!"
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He was happy. He's been the happiest he's been in months lately.
It was a trip into the Bronx to pick his two sons up from Alisa's parent's house. Jack was at the wheel of one Yukon Denali that replaced the old Rovers after the other was stolen. It was a nice night, he was back in New York a city that has felt more like home to him than Malibu did.
He was smiling from ear-to-ear at the thought one of those birthday's that he was happy enough to forget was noticed. It was nice, a gift consisting of a set of keys to an Italian super car that was being trucked in from New Jersey the following night made his night of course his wife in her lovely red laced dress wasn't making this easier for the immortal as he drove the black SUV towards the Willis Avenue bridge.
Then the sky to do what and he slammed on the breaks with a cab almost rear ending them. "What the...." He lowered his head down far enough to see something with it's tail end in flames coming down towards the Harlem River and fast. It was to be a nice evening but Jack goes to turn off of the street. "We're going to investigate this, sorry."
With his wife on the phone to tell her parents that they needed them to watch the twins for the evening, Jack goes to race whatever that was to where it was going to land.
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The plane crashed into the water near the Staten Island Ferry with a loud splash. "Shit... Shit... Shit!" Jack glanced over to one of the windows. The tail end wasn't submerged. Yet. This was not the way he wanted to die.
Pulling a small knife out of his pocket, he cut through the safety belt and climbed out of the cockpit. With the nose submerged, water was already starting to creep into the plane. He had to remain calm. They had trained for this in the war. There were protocols should your planes go down, either in the water or enemy territory. Still, most of it meant getting out of the plane.
"At least it's water. At least it's not a fiery crash," he kept repeating to himself.
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"Alisa, remind me to tell you, no more red dresses," Jack teases, even in when he's to relax work is never a far cry away. It could simply be a plane that lost control or it could be worse. This SUV was left unmodified like the others and it simply became a personal car.
Alisa made the effort to phone into Toshiko in the HUB. "It's the Rift. It's headed towards Staten Island." She furrows her brow. "Make that its near the ferry." They weren't far, it was still a good ways before they had made it to the Upper portions of Manhattan to reach their intended bridge that crossed from Manhattan into the South Bronx.
"Jack pull off over there." Alisa points towards the sign for one of the Heliports along the East River. "You recall those helicopter refresher lessons me and Liz took? We did clear them." It was to be a surprise but at least the intended helicopter was not the surprise.
"Ooooh, I love you two. Really, I'd offer the two of you a night in bed but.." Jack laughs a bit and his eyes light up like a child finding that dearly wanted bicycle on Christmas at this sight. The idea of being the hero in one of these has helped his ego just a tad while he pulls up to the waiting aircraft.
The two dash over and with the modified helicopter, the power on and soon the two are airborne. Toshiko updates the coordinates as the two head down the East River with Jack hanging by the doors waiting until they reach their intended target.
There's a search light swaying along the river but it doesn't take them long to find the plane in the river.
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Suddenly, more water started to stream into the plane. After a few choice expletives, Jack squirmed his way through the window and out of the plane. It was a struggle, between the size of the small window and the rushing water coming through against him. Once outside, he tried to kick his way to the surface. Using the plane as a guide, he followed his way till he was on top of the plane, crawling up onto one of the wings.
Jack bites back a sob as he sees his baby slipping down into the dark recesses of the water. She was his plane, his baby. Nobody else had flown this plane but him. Leaning down, he patted the wing one more time, before looking up at the noise above him.
The wind became stronger and he struggled to stay standing as he looked toward the helicopter coming towards him. His eyes widened and he reached his arms up towards the sky. "Hey! Down here!!" Between the dark and the search lights, he couldn't see who was in the helicopter. He just was grateful to see help coming at all. "Hurry, please!"
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He heads over towards the open door of the brand new Bell 412 and he slides it open. Jack connects himself to the wench and there's a bit of extra help due to a pair of other men. He holds on tightly and he waits for Alisa to fly him close to the downed plane.
Jack can catch a glance of the old plane, an old World War II era plane, an old Spitfire. Then there's the pilot on there and while they're still too high in the air for Jack make out exactly who. When the helicopter comes to a hover Jack places a foot clothed in an expensive Italian loafer on the skid.
He looks himself over. "I feel like James Bond..." He tells himself and then there's the sound of him being lowered to Jack's location. Jack looks down and he goes to announce his arrival. "Hey! I'm sure you never expected this type of rescue." He tries to reassure the pilot but if this plane came from the Rift, a piece of aviation technology that was still in it's infancy.
Slowly Jack finds himself getting closer and closer to the burning plane but it's still going to result in one or both going into the water. "You can swim for a little bit right? That plane's suction is going to pull you right under if you stay with her long enough. Don't worry. We'll get a salvage crew out for her!"
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When he says the words salvage crew, Jack is slightly reassured. Not much, but a little. His spitfire is his baby and he'd like to be able to see her again at some point. "Who is James Bond?" He shakes his head, confused by the tatement but happy to have a rescuer nonetheless.
He didn't know what was worse, that it was on fire or that it was disappearing below the water. "Sure, I can swim. I..." Just then, Jack got pulled down into the water by the suction of the plane. "I..." Jack kicked through the dark, murky water as he tried to stay afloat. He had wanted to grab the helicopter skid, but he hadn't been fast enough.
The poor pilot gurgled as he kicked, finally finding his way back up to the surface. One arm extended upwards as he fought with the water and the wind from the helicopter. If only the man got close enough, perhaps he could grab the skid and pull himself up. "Over here," he yelled.
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He looks at the dark waters under him and he stretches his arm out to Jack. He's too busy to worry about saving the man to worry about who he maybe, it's what Torchwood does anymore and he motions for the helicopter to be moved over just a little bit more.
Jack let's himself get hold of the extended arm and he's careful to keep himself from going for a swim himself. He's got hold of Jack with both arms and it's not going to be helped. Jack needs to get wet in order to get a secure grip on Jack.
The immortal finds himself lowered into the dark and cold waters of the East River, he's had a few swims in it and Cardiff Bay with neither being to his liking. "It's not a good night for a swim is it? Alright, a hot looking man in wet clothing? This is turning up to be a good birthday."
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He's dangling over the water now. He struggles not to kick or pull the man down. Taking a deep breath, he lets it out and counts to himself, trying hard to stay calm. Nervous eyes gaze up at he helicopter, noting that he's never seen one like that before. It looks newer, very advanced. "Must be a new model," he muttered.
And then he hears it. The compliment about him looking hot makes his cheek blush, even with the cold and everything else going on. It's rare that he gets such a flirty remark, especially from an attractive man.
"Happy Birthday," he says to his savior. "Maybe if you get me some dry clothes, I can sing happy birthday to you. Maybe even buy you a birthday drink."
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He watches them loose sight of the water as they're pulled back into the helicopter. "It's brand new. An American secret.." Jack tells him, there's no need to overload him right now. He holds on tight not wanting to loose his grip on Jack and he peers over to see the New York City skyline. "It's a very big American secret." He tries to tell him and he shivers a bit from the cold biting through his dress shirt.
It's just like the plane that carried Diane and the others, but this one is a bit more complicated. He's holding the man who he stole his name out of convince to suit his needs. Jack was a very different man back then, it was a name to carry out his business of a conman and to hide from the Time Agency.
There's help from one of the metacrisis to pull the Jacks inside of the helicopter. It's a bit warmer than the waters of the East River but not by much. Jack reaches down for his tuxedo coat and he places it around Jack. "Dry clothes? You're kidding me right?" He teases and he holds on while they begin to fly back in the direction of the heliport. "We'll get the car later. We can surprise the team this way." He's unaware that he's going to be flown to meet with his friends at a party at the building that he bought long ago.
Jack now finally takes the wet face of the man in. He offers a smile and he's not sure how to explain this to Jack just yet.
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Slowly, he looks up at his hero, blinking at what he saw. The eyes that looked back at him were eyes he never thought he would see again. The man who had just disappeared out of his life and invaded his dreams that fateful night. "James?" Captain James Harper. He wondered briefly where Toshiko was.
"Dry clothes. A man can ask, can't he," he teased through chattering teeth. "Team?" Jack shook his head and just sat there, trying to get warm. He didn't know what was going on. Everything was such a bit of a shock right now. He'd almost died, but then there was James Harper, saving him again. Looking up at the Captain, he gave a little smile.
He had so many questions. And yet, he didn't ask any of them. His eyes narrowed and he looked around, taking in everything that he saw. "Long time no see, Captain."
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He looks at the man he rescued and he smiles at him through strands of his own wet hair. Jack reaches over to take hold of Jack's hand. James Harper, now it gets complicated, very complicated. Jack thinks maybe it might be for the best. "James? Sorry, Captain Jack Harkness." If he has to, Jack can simply leave him to believe the man he met was his grandfather.
"Don't worry, we'll get you dry clothes and.." Jack take a whiff of the air. "A hot shower." He glances out over the window behind him and he's sure there's going to be a hundred and one questions he'll have to ask.
Jack looks back at Jack with a wrinkle of his brow. "Long time no see?" He's going to simply make things as easy as possible to explain to Jack. "I don't have that popular of a face do I?"
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Jack reached up and scratched his head. Dry clothes and a shower sounded great, but those things weren't exactly at the forefront of his mind. They might have been a minute ago, but that was gone now. "So James is really... Jack," he murmured more to himself than Harkness.
If they were going to go meet his team, then he realized it was going to get very confusing. Two men with the same name. He wondered if they should be Jack one and Jack two. Sort of like Tweedledee and Tweedledum.
"Popular face?" He shook his head. "I was joking." He gave Jack's hand a squeeze. "I just saw you yesterday. I thought I'd never see you again. And now you're here again. It must be fate."