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in less than a day she’d decided she was never coming back here for good, no matter how many times the Doctor changed. It wasn’t her any more, as if she’d regenerated as well, done it so slowly she’d never even noticed. || Perfectly yummy tale.
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“She’s a bit quieter than most babies I’ve minded,” Rose said. “What’s the going rate for egg-sitting, anyway?”
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“You! Only! Want! To! Get! Into! My! Carapace!” Sek accused, trundling backwards from the controls and rotating to glare bluely at Jack.
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“So, Ianto,” he had drawled with elaborate casualness as Ianto served them coffee in the conference room during a morning meeting, “have you had any firearms training?”
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She reached into her pocket casually and twirled the handcuffs off her thumb, biting down on one scarlet lip. God, she was never going to live this down. Even Ianto’s eyes had glazed over a little now.
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If his team had spent any time at all in the further reaches of even this galaxy, they would understand why the aliens keep coming to earth for sex. As it was, they were always stupidly confused.
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He looks at Owen sometimes and almost winces out loud. He has the feeling he’ll be doing that with Gwen a bit, too.
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Here are the problems I’m having writing Jack: The first one is figuring out which Jack to write.
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