smile tugs at his lips and it’s undeniable he’s proud of himself. “you just need to know what to look for, that’s all.”

         “Tourists? I highly doubt when that thing opens, aliens with polaroids hanging from their necks are going to spill out… But, this is my first rodeo, so I’ll trust your judgment. Plus, you gotgood hair and people with good hair are rarely wrong,” he finished as he gestured to himself. “And yes, humans can be very resilient and annoying. So what’s our next move? Could we… I don’t know, go say hello?” Blaine was more than curious at this point.

  Had to be alien, no one on Earth had two hearts. And he’d felt them, only for a brief second through the tip of his finger but it was unmistakable. Of course, Crowley was aware of aliens in the general sense, God in her ineffability and all that, might have even run into one or two while he was perusing the stars he’d created. But it was one thing to know they were out there, and quite another to have one standing directly in front of you, on Earth, wearing your face.

  “On accident? How is it possible to accidentally steal someones –” he stopped, well at least his alien twin was clever, wouldn’t do to have a look-alike running around that was an imbecile. Thinking it over for a second he decided, it wasn’t like it would hurt to tell him, humans got all squeamish these days, but they got that way about aliens too. “Demon if you must know – and this – .” he pointed to his own face, “Has been my face for over six thousand years, longer even, before time had even been invented and I was still up there –” he pointed up Heavenward ( though in actual fact Heaven wasn’t technically ‘Up’ in such a literal sense, in the same way, Hell wasn’t ‘Down’ in so much that you couldn’t dig to it, but it still made his point ) “– singing celestial harmonies, and crafting stars.” his brow raised as he spoke, face taking a stern look.

  He wasn’t entirely sure why, but it was very important to him to clarify that it was his face originally, and any stealing would have been done to him, and not the other way around. The Almighty wouldn’t have created him with someone elses face…would she?    

“A demon?”  There was that EXCITEMENT again, curving lips into a wide grin.  Tongue presses against the roof of his mouth then makes an audible ‘ click ’.  He’d met the DEVIL once -- rather awful experience that one was.  Left him with one too many questions all swallowed up in the dark ABYSS of a black hole.  Suppose he believed his double, that would mean DREDGING all those curious thoughts back to the surface -- all those questions he had about meaning, suffering, and purpose.  He’d much rather AVOID that.

“Oh, don’t worry.  Wasn’t about to accuse you of stealing my face.”  Arms LEISURELY fold across his chest.  “Haven’t had it very long, anyway.”  A NONCHALANT shrug of the shoulders paired with a little scrunch of his nose.  “Though I must admit, I am very intrigued.  You say you made whole stars?  That’s some incredible power.  Which ones are yours?  I’d love to know.”  Ah -- he couldn’t ALLOW himself to be distracted!  This was an interrogation, wasn’t it?  Crowley probably wanted a PROPER answer.

         “There’s a gigantic ominous spaceship hovering over the city Independence Day style, Will Smith is nowhere to be seen, and you’re saying the earth is not doomed? I mean, I’ll probably be fine, but the humans, not so much.”

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“You know -- ”  He’s quick to start as brows SHOOT upward and he adds another step of DISTANCE between them.  He’d seen a creature which MIMICKED lycanthropy before, but this was certainly something entirely new.  &&.  Oh, he cannot quite RESIST nagging curiosity.  Despite the perceived THREAT, he actually appears rather enthused.  “That is what they’re typically used for -- fangs, and all.  Great for steak,” he says, as if he’d made a particularly CLEVER point.  

The first no spoken was okay, the next three though felt like nails in his non existent coffin. Jack flips his arm over, tucking it closer to his body. He swallows and gives the Time Lord a weak smile. He can ask why, but he feels he already knows the answer; it’s almost similar to his reason except when he dies his soulmate mark doesn’t change.

Jack picks up his vortex manipulator and slaps it onto his wrist before fixing the strap so it stays on his wrist. It doesn’t work correctly, but it’s been with him since he was young so it’s his comfort item just like the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver in a way. He was happy to find out that their marks matched but all that happiness and wishes went the way of the space and time vortex.

“Yeah.. I understand.” He speaks finally, voice cracking a bit albeit the smile never faded.

“Jack . . . ”  Voice is barely above a WHISPER when he calls out to him.  He could hear how his voice had CRACKED, could see that his smile FAILED to reach his eyes.  The Doctor wasn’t a fool ( at least in the general sense ).  He could understand that his INSTINCTUAL reaction had been hurtful.  It wasn’t an EXPLICIT rejection, he’d argue.  But, it had DEFINITELY been an ill-received warning.  One hand finds itself on the back of his own neck, and he sighs, FRUSTRATED with both himself and the situation.  

They could end their relationship here, with no INTIMATE memories to grieve when a new regeneration would ultimately DIVIDE them, or they could take a very messy risk.  A love DOOMED not by death, but by change and separation -- that was the offer placed upon the COSMIC table, and for once, the Time Lord doesn’t KNOW what to do.  Should it even be his decision to make?  He was to BLAME for this predicament, after all, and Jack was the one who would SUFFER for it.