#jeff angelo

I remember Bubble Shock! It had bane!

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Jeff convinces the world, just as the Doctor knew he would. He gets whisked off to London and tossed from agency to agency, all while they stuff his head with information that only vaguely makes sense. It seems, to him, that no one really knows who the Doctor is or what he does, besides show up in the nick of time and save the Earth from destruction. For two years, he works in London as an "alien consultant," which really means nothing; he just talks at people about the Doctor and what (he thinks) he knows about him. It's not a particularly exciting life, but it's more exciting than Leadworth (except the day the Doctor came, as he's taken to calling it). But after two years of doing this job, Jeff's nearly sick of it. He knows everyone else is sick of him; he doesn't know a single thing more than he did when he arrived. But everyone still pretends to listen to him just as much as he pretends to give advice. He's going to re-evaluate his life, he thinks. He'll take a step back from it all, for a week or two, as he goes back home to Leadworth for Rory and Amy's wedding (they're actually going through with it, can you believe?). And then, hopefully, he'll be able to give up on all this other-worldly nonsense and find something to do where he actually can make a difference. Screw aliens, he just wants to actually help people. The day Jeff's supposed to go home, work runs late. Some scientists had found new parts to Stonehenge and wanted his oh-so-expert opinion on the matter. So he's running around his (tiny) flat and throwing clothes into a bag, hoping that somehow all the bits will add up to a matching suit. Just as he's zipping up his suitcase, there's a knock at the door. He glances at his watch, bugger, he doesn't have time for this, and he hefts his bag over his shoulder and moves toward the door. Whoever this is will have to wait until he's back next week (if he even comes back). Jeff pulls the door open and- "Jeff Angelo?" smirks the man in the long coat standing in his doorway. "I think I'm a couple years late, always meant to find you right after he got to you, but I'm no good with time. Not like him, at least. The name's Captain Jack Harkness, you'll want to come with me."

Doctor Who — The Eleventh Hour

Her crush didn’t last too long. By the time she turned nine, his good looks lost their appeal to her.