Current mood:

crappy

Drabble: Eleventh Hour
Title: Eleventh Hour
Characters: Jack, Nine, Rose
Spoilers: Set somewhere before Bad Wolf
Rating: None
Word count: 100
Notes: Written for tw_wotd_fic's prompt 'quietus'... still can't even look at my longer stuff, so I'll spam you with unbetaed drabbles instead.
Fic Masterlist: Here.


He steps into the tiny kitchen and suddenly knows that this won't last much longer.

The Time Lord and Rose are of course oblivious to his realization, continuing their usual banter, preparing breakfast for the three of them. Jack's coffee is already waiting for him and he sits down, smiling at his shipmates.

The feeling of anticipation has left his stomach, he's relaxing here among friends.

The universe always chooses these moments to kick him hard.

He knows he has to be prepared and sips his coffee, bathing in the simple feeling of belonging as long as he still can.