A short break from my Oswink fanfiction. This is what is happening right now (well, a few minutes ago.)
"I am going to be a recluse." Jack Harkness announced to me a little over two hours ago. Oh wait! You don't know me. My name is Beth (short for Bethan) and I am his admin.
He explained that it was so he could wait for the doctor, without anyone he cared about dying. His solution was not to care. I instantly knew that being a hermit in a cave and Captain Jack Harkness did not go in the same paragraph, so I took action, and here I am, handing over a book named 'how to be a recluse' by 'Pierre Thebna'.
I definitely didn't write it.
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"No unnecessary contact with other people? That includes friendship, arguments, kissing, flirting and sex"
Jack mouths while reading the book.
"I refuse to be a recluse, Beth. Don't force me. No flirting, kissing or sex! No....just no"
I laugh. Mission:success!
For background, Jack just temporarily fixed his vortex manipulator to get off of Satellite five, and crash landed in Cardiff, 1944
