Lyssa James-Harper

There's a boy sitting on a stool at the bar. He probably shouldn't be there, because he's not strictly speaking old enough to be at a bar, but he's quietly doing some homework out of the way of everyone and drinking milkshake through a bendy straw.

He ignores the woman when she comes in, he's trying not to get distracted from his work, but when she asks for ice but no drink, he looks up and then frowns.

"Are you all right?" He asks her, ready to abandon his work in needs be. "Do you want me to get anything for you?"

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She shakes her head. "Nah, thanks." She tries to smile as much as she can holding the ice to her face. "Not that bad, had worse." She tries for reassuring.

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He's not really reassured. He knows that women can be just as strong as men, having no preconceptions helped with that, as well as being brought up by Sarah Jane Smith, but he still isn't exactly happy with the idea of girls fighting.

"What happened to you?"

"...If you don't mind me asking?" He remembers his manners at the last minute. The protocol for talking to strangers is something he forgets a lot.

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She doesn't know how to explain it to him, she isn't sure honesty is quite the best with this. Certainly not when its along the lines of 'I like it rough and we got carried away' and after all she doesn't know how old he is.

"I tried to stop someone getting hurt." It was sort of true, somewhere.

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He perks up a little.

"Oh! I do that too. Do you save the world?"

He doesn't look as young as he sounds, but it's probably best that she doesn't say it. He's technically only three years old. He hasn't even had the sex-talk with his Mum yet, even though he's learnt it all at school anyway. he knows the mechanics, but hasn't quite worked out the 'relationship' part yet.

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"Sorta, I guess." She shrugs and wishes she hadn't. "You?" A little surprised yes.

Lyssa would say she's not worked out the relationship part out yet, it was just something with some people and nothing more or maybe it was more. She ignored it, it was easier, less brain hurt.

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"Not just me. My Mum and Clyde and Rani and Maria too."

He really hasn't worked out how people talk to one another yet. He is improving though. He might sound a bit stupid. He's not stupid, just uncomplicated.

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"Lucky." She doesn't care how he speaks, she doesn't seem a fraction of what she is most of the time. And Lyssa has been about enough to know things aren't all they can be seen to be.

"You got your mum to help." Maybe she's a little jealous somewhere in there.

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"Well I help her really."

"She used to save the world before I came along. But now I help and so do my friends."

"Mum would like it better if we were all safe and sound, but I don't like it when she tries to go off without anyone, in case something goes wrong."

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"She did before you? Who's your mum?" She can't help be curious.

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"Her name's Sarah Jane Smith. I'm Luke. Pleased to meet you."

He holds out his hand to shake. He learns the oddest things sometimes.

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That name sounds familiar...

"Lyssa." She reaches out to shake carefully, after all taped up fingers.

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He's careful with her fingers, just shaking once and only holding her hand loosely, so as not to put pressure on it.

"Would you like a cup of tea or something?"

He's picked up the oddest things. It's Rani's Mum that's responsible for his Obsessive-Compulsive Kettle Disorder. She's always asking if people want tea in stressful situations.

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He's sitting at the bar, lost in his thoughts. He's not been back to Earth since the incident. He traveled with the Doctor for a while. Now he's gone, on his own and alone like he always will be. That's his lot in life.

He doesn't look up until he hears the voice. Her voice. A ghost from his past, at least he likes her more than he likes Hart. They don't have so much of a coloured history.

"What did you do now," he asks, raising an eyebrow. He neither frowns or smiles, his face impassive. This isn't the same Jack she may remember, not anymore. The 456 changed all that.

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Turning to see who had spoken, she was a little surprised it was him. She hadn't noticed him, that probably sparked something that he wasn't the same.

"I had a good night." She smiled as much as he lip would allow. Moving the ice as it was getting a little too numb.

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"Looks like it." He gave her the softest, briefest smile and got up. Walking, he moved over to sit in a chair beside her. "Hope the other person looks worse than you do, Lys."

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She gave a brief laugh and remained leaning against the bar as she had been. "Not really and I don't look that bad do I?" She put the ice back on her lip.

"You..." She didn't really know what she was trying to say then. "Somethings different."

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He laughed, his eyes soft as he stared at her. It wasn't his normal, loud laugh, but something a bit quieter. Yes, he was very different. "You never look bad," he murmured.

He nodded his head. "A lot is. It's been a long time. Too long maybe..." He sighed. "Wibbly Wobbly..."

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"I forget you've seen me worse." She winced dropping the ice cube to the empty glass that it had been left in. "Last I heard you were back out there, that was the rumour."

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He sighed. "Rumour is true." He motioned around them, then back to her. "I had to leave Earth for a while. This was what I needed. The then. The future. Watching it all in a blink."

"You shouldn't worry. You look good, even now." He nodded his head. "You've seen me in bad states too. It happens."

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She shuffled a little closer to him. "It's our lives." She sighed, wanting to hug him. "Not like this though, even when beaten half to death you were never alone."

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He nodded his head. He saw her inching closer. He was internally grateful, but he didn't show any emotion externally. A part of him felt like he was too broken to do that anymore.

"Always alone. Live alone. Die alone. Watch others leave me." He sighed and looked up at her. "That's how it goes."

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She rested her chin carefully on his shoulder, as much as all her sore muscles would allow her to relax like that. "What happened to you?" She was worried, this really wasn't the man she knew.

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