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I... good luck. Don't let this be the end of him.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Sarah Jane nods, then heads out the door-
He knows where to find me.
-That lever beckons-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The TARDIS VWORPS AWAY
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND NOT PAUSE JUST YET-
The body had laid there for ten minutes under a cloth in the back of a UNIT truck. Three figures now stood over it, looking to one another wordlessly. None of them were medics. Finally, one of them spoke up.
"I'll admit, Ezra, when I allowed you to return for your jacket at such a critical moment, I had expected such a result. More and more I can see into the futures surrounding them. Even the natives to this universe who have their trail clouded by the interlopers."
"Should have killed him sooner, on the station," snarled Ezra.
"I was positive he would have died there. Until the ones from the void came and altered the future. I suppose the Doctor deserves more credit than we often give him for his genius. Men and women from beyond the universe. Beyond our sight. Not that it matters now. They are trapped here. And the Doctor can at last be turned around to our point of view. At last, we have the proximity the orb requires."
Ezra snorts.
"I like it. Why settle for just his future regenerations, when he has many more where they came from."
Ajax then looks to Sabé, who stares at her feet in shame.
"Ajax, I—"
"It's alright, Sabé. The path we walk isn't an easy one. But we will support you when you falter. We can do this, together. Rewrite the very universe to how it should be."
Sabé was silent. She tried her best to look confident and brave, but she was feeling the precise opposite. More and more, Ajax's ears had been turned to favour Ezra's plans such as the madness that left the man at their feet dead. It had been effective. More effective than her attempts of subtlety and cooperation. But it had been wrong.
Her hand reached into her pocket while the other two looked down at the body. In there were two things she could never let them see. The sketchpad, now almost full of images of the universe she was meant to reject, and a small silver sonic probe recovered from their new prisoner. Hoping to whatever gods were real, she willed it away, to ten minutes earlier, lying on the road.
Neither Ajax or Ezra appeared to notice, but they could easily know. It would have taken one brief glance into her mind. Before, they had respected this boundary, but now that she had shaken their trust, she had no idea.
"Now," said Ajax. "It is time to redeem your error. Test your focus and commitment. We need information, and this man is going to give it to us."
Sabé nodded. "But... but I've never done something this advanced. What if I get something wrong?"
"I trust you, Sabé. You can do this."
She takes a deep breath. There's a long moment of silence as she collects herself. Then she lays her hand on the corpse's still warm chest. Her eyes briefly burn with golden light.
The body leaps upright, gasping for breath. Ajax puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Ah, there's my good man,Captain Jack Harkness. We were hoping you could give us some assistance. Don't bother calling for help. We have sealed away the sound within this vehicle. We need information. We need a place and a time we can work uninterrupted by the interlopers, should they manage to pursue us. Somewhere the TARDIS spent several uninterrupted days."
Harkness blinks, his blindness subsiding."Yeah, fat chance," he groans. "I mean, I've been shot down before by every kind of man or woman you can imagine, but with actual bullets? You've taken it to a whole new level."
Ajax places his hand on Jack's forehead. The mental link only lasts a second, but it is all he needs.
"Ah," smiled Ajax. "I believe the Aurora Resort was mentioned at some point. There's a nice place. Sunny. Quiet. And they cannot pursue us without the risk of crossing their own timeline. It's perfect."
Harkness stared in disbelief. "Y-you're not going to win. I'll die before I let y—"
There was a loud gunshot, and Harkness slumped down again, bleeding from the forehead and dead for the second time that day. Ezra gives a savage grin as he lowers his revolver. "Terms accepted. Looks like we're going to Barcelona."
-AAAAND pause-
-Electronic scream-
-Run the end titles-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Unpause-
.-The TARDIS continues to travel through time-
-What time?-
-Time for a preparation montage-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-It seems that the jet boots work by curling your pinkie toe-
-But only your pinkie toe-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-As the adrenaline starts to wear off, the gang slowly starts to realise it has been about eighteen hours since they first left the Aurora resort-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Ha HA! FUCK YEAH! WE GOT HER TO WORK!
-Grins-
-That quickly goes away when he realizes where their next destination is-
...wait, is he back at the resort? What the fuck? Was there some sort of circle of bullshittery we just accomplished to end up going back there?
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