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Jack would want you to! LOL

Got an idea for a _thing_ -- not sure you could call it a story -- last night just as I was getting ready for bed. So need to get a notebook and put it in the bedroom. I get some great ideas when I'm trying to fall asleep...

But, the bunny, or rodent of unknown origin has me trying to remember something. I realize the futility of trying to pin down any kind of canon timeline sense in the Whonivere... but...

How many times do we KNOW that Jack has spent at least some time in London during WWII

1) conman/time agent days during the "Are you my Mummy" eps
2) post-immortality as he was waiting for his doctor
2a) when he went back with Tosh during CJH [is this him revisiting visit #2 or a whole nother trip back do we think?)

And that's when my brain starts to spin and I can't remember if it's been more that those three... what do you guys think?
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Title: Sins of the Flesh
Character: Jack
Sin: Lust
Word Count: 100
Summary: On the battlefield, no deaths are small. Written for week 2 over at [livejournal.com profile] tw_lucky_7 .
 
"We mustn't," Juan whispered, the flush of his cheeks hot against Jack's lips. Jack's hands, tangled in warm wet shirt linen, stilled even as he pressed closer. "So beautiful," Jack said softly. His heated breath brushed across the sensitive contours of Juan's ear and Juan gasped before winding his fingers into Jack's hair and clumsily kissing him. Jack gently lowered the man in his arms to the grass. And there, in the shadows of a summer night beneath their downed airplane, he held a dying man in his arms, kissed away his fears, and filled his final hours with passion.
 

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While roaming around the internets... I came across a page of Santayana quotes, and I found myself thinking of Jack, that immortal time traveller. For anyone interested in writing future!Jack, or past!Jack, or anyold!Jack... I offer these up as sparks.
 
A man's memory may almost become the art of continually varying and misrepresenting his past, according to his interest in the present.

Each religion, by the help of more or less myth which it takes more or less seriously, proposes some method of fortifying the human soul and enabling it to make its peace with its destiny.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love.

In endowing us with memory,
nature has revealed to us a truth utterly unimaginable to the unreflective creation, the truth of immortality....The most ideal human passion is love, which is also the most absolute and animal and one of the most ephemeral.
 
 
George Santayana (December 16, 1863, Madrid - September 26, 1952, Rome), was a philosopher, essayist, poet, and novelist.

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