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“Actually, I just … heard it. Felt it. Fucking language.” Summer rubbed at her temple. “It was painful, that much I know, though I’m not at all sure which end the pain was at.” She shoved herself off the wall. “Do you know if your team caught the thing yet?”

Jack shrugged slightly. “Haven’t tried to look for my communicator yet. The Weevil knocked it clear off my head when it pounced.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another drink of water before his eyes started to scan the ground for it. “It’s silver, if you were considering helping look for it.”

“Were you here when it was knocked off? How big is it? Like an earbud, like a smartphone, like an ipod shuffle?” Even as Summer was spitting out the questions she was crouching, fingers played and hands skimming above the ground. Not that it made any real difference, but she felt like it helped somehow. A finder she was not.

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“That’s … a lot of hostility.” Summer blinked a couple times. “I’m just a SAR consultant. I’m not privy to a lot of the information. And if Tony knows we’ve never had reason to discuss it.”

Great, this was going to be one of those times where her curiosity was engaged and never going to be satisfied. So frustrating. She sighed. “I’m not trying to butt in on your … operation here, okay? I’m not here to check on you, or anything like that. I was visiting Wales, and your … death gave me a fucking headache, okay?”

He didn’t mean to get hostile. It was just bottled feelings he had for the organisations. So he rubbed his face and let out a sigh, “Apologies. I’ve bad experiences with both in the past. SHIELD is especially a particularly touchy subject.” It was hardly an actual operation, just trying to grab a loose Weevil and contain it so it couldn’t hurt anyone else.

“We call the attacker a Weevil,” he said, deciding it could be no worse telling her than it would be telling the Doctor, “generally dormant in a sewers, every once in a while, they go rogue and… Well, you saw what happened to me.”

“Actually, I just … heard it. Felt it. Fucking language.” Summer rubbed at her temple. “It was painful, that much I know, though I’m not at all sure which end the pain was at.” She shoved herself off the wall. “Do you know if your team caught the thing yet?”

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“Ah, that’s the problem. I’m not exactly a civilian.” Summer offered the other bottle, watching him. She supposed it was reasonable that he should dismiss her; neither of them knew anything about the other. As far as he was concerned, she was a really nosy tourist.

“My name is Summer. Summer Rainault. I’m a consultant for SHIELD. That explain why it matters to me?”

Briefly, there was a dark glint in his eye. Typical SHIELD. They were practically hand in and with UNIT, as far as he was concerned. “No, it doesn’t, because even SHIELD knows that there is a Torchwood Institute within Cardiff and there is one never-dying Captain Jack Harkness who is apart of it. In fact, they should have my picture on record from one of my last encounters with them,” he replied simply, taking the other bottle as he finished.

It wasn’t that he doubted that she worked for SHIELD. She had the look to her and the fact that the pain was numbed slightly when she touched his shoulder. SHIELD always had the people with those damned gifts. “Or am I mistaken? Is it only a couple of your higher ups who know of us?” He flashed a cocky grin as he cracked the fresh bottle open and took a drink. His voice still hurt, that was certain. “Regardless, this is a Torchwood matter and we don’t mix well with UNIT, so why would we mix well with SHIELD?”

“That’s … a lot of hostility.” Summer blinked a couple times. “I’m just a SAR consultant. I’m not privy to a lot of the information. And if Tony knows we’ve never had reason to discuss it.”

Great, this was going to be one of those times where her curiosity was engaged and never going to be satisfied. So frustrating. She sighed. “I’m not trying to butt in on your … operation here, okay? I’m not here to check on you, or anything like that. I was visiting Wales, and your … death gave me a fucking headache, okay?”

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“Uhuh,” Summer said dryly. “Just like mine is a gift.” She looked up at him. “The way you say it, gift means curse.” She took a long moment to see if she could find whomever had jumped him, and came up with nothing. All the minds she touched were as expected.

Folding her arms, she put her head to one side. “Now that you’ve tried to put me off with vagueness, suppose you give a little more detail. Either you killed whatever ‘jumped’ you, or it wasn’t human.”

Humans were always so damn skeptical. Why couldn’t they just leave matters alone? Jack let out a sigh as he took another drink, “Hardly putting you off and no, I didn’t kill it. My team went after it after it killed me because they knew I’d be back.” He let out a soft noise, almost like a mocking chuckle.

“Really, I don’t see why it matters to you. You’re a civilian, civilians never care about things that they never notice.” How did she notice, anyway? Did she watch the attack or something? He would have thought he was hidden away enough to not get noticed.

“Ah, that’s the problem. I’m not exactly a civilian.” Summer offered the other bottle, watching him. She supposed it was reasonable that he should dismiss her; neither of them knew anything about the other. As far as he was concerned, she was a really nosy tourist.

“My name is Summer. Summer Rainault. I’m a consultant for SHIELD. That explain why it matters to me?”

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“I know it hurt,” she responded. “What happened, though? Actually, no. I’ll get you some water, and then you can tell me what happened. Because OW.” Summer lifted her eyebrows at the amount of blood. “That’s a nice trick you have there, though. Stands you in good stead.” Gods bless, he was rakishly handsome, with the blood on his face, and he clearly knew it.

She patted his shoulder, blocking some of the residual pain out for him before running off, red braid thumping against her back, to buy that water. Less several pounds and richer by two large bottles of water, she hurried back as fast as she could.

It wasn’t that he knew he was handsome, though he knew that just as well as he knew he could flash a grin and get something he wanted or needed. Jack was leaned against the wall, his head raised. Eyes closed. God, even with the touch, even with the fact that the pain was iced a little bit, it still hurt. When she came back, he flashed that smile again and took one of the bottles, cracking it open and pulling some into his mouth, only enough to swish it around before spitting out pink-tinted water. He did it a second time for safe measure before wetting his hand and rubbing his face before taking a long drink.

“God, that’s better,” he let out with a hefty sigh, taking another considerably smaller drink before he let out a sigh through his nostrils. Then he realised she’d wanted him to tell her what had happened. “Erh… Well…” He thought of the best way to wording it before just letting out a sigh and taking another drink, pushing himself to stand, “simplest explanation is that I was jumped, in a sense.” He rubbed the sore skin of his neck and let out a slow breath through his nose before adding, “it’s hardly a trick. More like a… Well, gift, I guess.”

“Uhuh,” Summer said dryly. “Just like mine is a gift.” She looked up at him. “The way you say it, gift means curse.” She took a long moment to see if she could find whomever had jumped him, and came up with nothing. All the minds she touched were as expected.

Folding her arms, she put her head to one side. “Now that you’ve tried to put me off with vagueness, suppose you give a little more detail. Either you killed whatever ‘jumped’ you, or it wasn’t human.”

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‘Cardiff is really nice,’ Summer thought, glancing around the city centre. The weather was nice (for once), the view was nice, the people were ni—

She came back to herself half-a-second later, hands clamped to her head and swaying on her feet. “What the actual fuck was that?” she muttered under her breath. She made her way slowly to a side street, leaning against the wall and gasping in time with the fellow lying on the ground.

‘Wait, what?’

And that was blood, and the pulse of someone else’s pain in her blood, and she dropped to her knees beside the face-down figure. “Hey. Hey, how can I help?”

Jack waved a hand slightly, signalling that he’d be fine. It took a bit before he pushed himself up and swallowed thickly, at least to just his knees, choking down the leftover metallic taste of his blood. “My God, that hurt,” he gasped out with a bit of a raspy tone before he finally looked at her, somehow still holding out that usual flirtatious grin, “Actually, I kind of lied. You wouldn’t happen to have any water you don’t want anymore, would you? Can’t quite go into a shop looking like this.” He chuckled weakly before clearing his throat.

“I know it hurt,” she responded. “What happened, though? Actually, no. I’ll get you some water, and then you can tell me what happened. Because OW.” Summer lifted her eyebrows at the amount of blood. “That’s a nice trick you have there, though. Stands you in good stead.” Gods bless, he was rakishly handsome, with the blood on his face, and he clearly knew it.

She patted his shoulder, blocking some of the residual pain out for him before running off, red braid thumping against her back, to buy that water. Less several pounds and richer by two large bottles of water, she hurried back as fast as she could.

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Oh, well that was painful. The last thing Jack remembered was a Weevil getting him while his guard was down and tearing him to hell and high water. He gasped as he came back to life, though due to the damage to his throat, it was more like a struggle for air. It took a bit, but once everything healed, he gasped loudly, drawing in as much air as he could before choking on it and rolling over in his own blood, hacking up nothing. Due to the need of post-resurrection mental realignment, he didn’t notice that there was someone near.

‘Cardiff is really nice,’ Summer thought, glancing around the city centre. The weather was nice (for once), the view was nice, the people were ni—

She came back to herself half-a-second later, hands clamped to her head and swaying on her feet. “What the actual fuck was that?” she muttered under her breath. She made her way slowly to a side street, leaning against the wall and gasping in time with the fellow lying on the ground.

‘Wait, what?’

And that was blood, and the pulse of someone else’s pain in her blood, and she dropped to her knees beside the face-down figure. “Hey. Hey, how can I help?”