#theagentturnedwanderer

In the corner of a bar John had decided to give himself a moment to himself as he finally found himself away from the rambunctious crowd of his old school friends that decided to have far too many in a night in celebration of an engagement, not his own but he thought never likely at his age. 

He was very close to drunk with the fifth drink of the night, nearly unsteady in his feet as he walked to drop his car keys to the man at the bar with the thought still clear his mind not drive once he was convinced to join in celebration and break his rule as the designated driver. 

John was a true Scotsman. In the mood he could be the best drinkers at the table and unfortunately his friends had tested him. The buzz of alcohol was heady feeling he liked but come morning he knew it was something soon to regret. 

At the bar he heard the shouting orders of a round by his table of friends and he looked at the barman. His hands drew out the notes from his wallet, handing the money over before he headed back to the tables. 

With a slightly bump of his arm he misjudged his path, finding himself in the way of a short woman that was a whole foot lower standing at his shoulder. “Sorry, lass -“ hands at his side with a step back to let her pass. 

He stopped, his mouth agape slightly at the sight of her and with a stare. She was a women far out of his league but he was immediately taken by her he had forgotten himself completely. 

Things started going wrong the day the first school child went missing. A child from Claire’s class. A few days later another one vanished. Then another. And another. The town was in uproar, police a sudden new constant in poor Miss Oswald’s life, which also meant a lot of hiding for Loki. They were already suspicious as to this mysterious partner who clearly shared Claire’s home and had taken to watching the house. He’d had to call in sick at the shop just to keep from showing up. Besides, he wanted to remain nearby to console Claire whenever they gave her a moment to breathe. It was ridiculous. How was this anything to do with her?

He soon found out who it was about. Loki woke up in their shared bed with a scream. He sat there paralysed, not seeing the bedroom, but a room of cold, monolith black, and the terrible noseless face of Ebony Maw. The image projected into his mind alone.

“Poor lost child. We know what you did on Ehlastia. You have disappointed him very much and now you will pay the price.”

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Loki yelled. He thrust his hand out in a pointless attempt to make a magical attack. Of course, nothing came, but the image vanished. He gasped at the bedroom, painfully aware of Claire beside him. “Oh, god,” he choked out, clutching at his hair. “It’s me. It’s because of me!”

"WE'LL RANT AND WE'LL ROAR LIKE TRUE BRITISH SAILORS

WE'LL RANT AND WE'LL ROAR ALONG THE SALT SEAS

UNTIL WE STRIKE SOUNDINGS IN THE CHANNEL OF OLD ENGLAND

[Munday Meme that got lost in the draft-box from @theagentturnedwanderer​.]

What is something you want people to know right away about yourself? ------------

There was a good chance he would lose some of his crew. Thankfully Gibbs was aboard the Pearl along with half of his more trusted associates. The other half he’d have to hope would manage to get to the hidden longboat, and preferably not row it off before he could join them. Doubtful. They needed him.

As ill luck would have it, his escape was continuously hindered by soldiers, English and Spanish alike. He ducked and weaved between the alleys and doorways, creeping through shadows and breaking into a run whenever it suited. Toward the backmost parts of the town, overlooking the places of commerce, were the wealthier abodes. Here there were fewer hiding spots and it wasn’t long before there were shouts of pursuers. They were likely more interested in raiding the houses than chasing one miscreant but he was still a flailing target.

Jack dodged a shot and ran toward the nearest residence. He hopped up onto a low roof and sprang to climb higher up the townhouse. Sensing another impending blast from a rifle, he swung himself up and crashed through a window. He bowled along the floor and stumbled to his feet, slipping fast down a hallway and into a room to hide and catch his breath. 

It was then that he realised he was not alone. There was a woman; beautiful; finely dressed, staring right at him from across the room.

“Begging y’ pardon, love, if you’ll take a bit of advice. You don’t want to be on this island right now, trust me.”

CLAIRE:

Claire sat deep in the room of the tardis. Hiding in the space between her bed and the wall. Knowing it was nearly pointless. He could bend this ship to his will.

It gave her comfort for the moment though as his voice echoed down the halls.

Her hands pressed tight over her ears she began to hum the first song that came to mind to try and drown it out.  

“Relax, Claire, it’s just a nursery rhyme.” The Doctor extended xir senses, searching for her through xir connection with xir Ship. Xe located her in what the TARDIS had designated as her bedroom; moved with long strides.

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