Title: It's 3AM... Do you know where your Time Agent Is?
Author: lollobrigida
Pairing: gen
Rating: PG
Summary: Captain Jack gets into a bit of trouble.

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How the hell he managed this he has no clue, but his insistence that he be let out immediately has done nothing but illicit laughter from the guards. His forehead presses to the bars for a moment, the cool steel no doubt leaving pale marks in their wake and in a few moments he lifts his head to set it back against them with a resounding thunk of a noise. Which of course hurts. Yet he repeats it just to make sure he's not dreaming, because anywhere else giving his authorization code would've worked.

Just this time it didn't. This time it's odd and he's pretty sure it's some horrible trick. Or Owen's finally bribed the right person, or the wrong person and he's running Torchwood to get girls and free booze at the bar.

"Don't I get a call?" Jack calls out down the empty corridor his voice nearly echoing back at himself. "I should get a call!" He's trying again because he thought he saw a shadow near the door.

"Yeah?" states a rather rotund guard that Jack just has the itch to comment about but declines just to make sure that he's going to get at least the benefit of the doubt. "Jus' who d'think you'd call them yeah? Got your fancy authorization code for a lawyer too? Maybe you'd call up the Queen even. Phone call, please this isn't the damn United States of Free Whatever and Hot Dogs."

Jack exhales, rather loudly, and thunks his head on the bars again causing the guard to stop in his tracks. Twisting around which Jack can tell is putting a strain on the man's belt he calls out to Jack, "Oi! Stop that, you'll 'urt yourself an' I'm not callin' anyone in for you!"

There is this flicker of something in his eyes for a moment as Jack picks his head up and sails it into the metal bars even harder this time. He's seeing stars and little pops of white light as well now, and the guard is trying to see just how mad this guy is. But Jack repeats it again and he can feel the warmth of blood that has streaked from the new gash on his forehead. He knows it'll close up so he continues to bludgeon himself on the bars until he can feel the slight weakness in his knees and the dizzy of the room. His hands tighten around the cold steel now warm with his blood streaking down the sides, trying to keep his knees from failing him but it's too late.

He's down for the count and he can barely hear the muted shouting of the rotund guard, "Oi! Someone call a Doctor!!"

Jack mid-thought and nearly passing out just grins, "Call the Doctor..."

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