Take Me For What I Am
Jack hears the apology for what it is -an attempt, but not one that doesn’t seem painfully obligatory. He stays silent for a good few seconds, looking to the twisting of the TARDIS console for a second or two too long. “No, it’s fine. Instincts, I get it. I have my own,” he assures Ten, swallowing a bit and avoiding the others gaze. “And mine are telling me this isn’t going to work..”
"Wh-what?" His stomach plummeted to the floor in a rush of confusion and fear. "What do you mean, Jack?"














