Logan

[im_torchwood]

Jack slipped behind the wheel and headed for the Torchwood hangar on the outskirts of London. It wasn't marked and heavily gated and guarded but Jack's ID got them in without a problem. He and Logan walked in and then out the back where a ship was waiting to be 'inspected'. It was a beutiful piece of machinety, sleek and silver, untouched by time or travel. Jack touched the ship and the metal opened and morphed into stairs for them to enter.

Inside the light glowed softly from unseen sources. Jack went to the pilot's seat and looked at the controls. The Nandovarian tech was close enough to Chula systems that it took him no time to close the door and give Logan a look.

"Get buckled in, I'm not sure what sort of inertial dampeners this baby has."

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[im_torchwood]

Jack came back out, wiping his hands on a disinfectant cloth.

"Mmm, space fish and chips, good call," he smiled. Now that he had Logan and his memories it seemed like nothing could dampen his spirits.

[logan_echolls]

"This is seriously gross," Logan replied, though it didn't stop him from eating as he patted the bed beside him, urging Jack to come join him.

[im_torchwood]

"Nah, you don't know gross. One time in the Isop galaxy quadrant B all I had was Dovinrian gell bars. Those were gross," he said. "They tasted like vomit and asparagus."

[logan_echolls]

Pulling a face, Logan put down the fih paste and gagged a little.

"That's really not helping, Jack."

[im_torchwood]

"No! No, eat. This is actually great. Like...pate. It's good," he tried to convince Logan.

[logan_echolls]

"I'm really good, thanks," Logan laughed, pushing it away and drinking the water instead. "Next time I'm packing a lunch."

[im_torchwood]

"Next time we'll bring the pizza," Jack promised. "I can set the controls for a slower trip back. We can enjoy our time alone..." he offered.