“What about my weapons?” Hart demanded as he was bundled towards the TARDIS.
“You won’t need those on the TARDIS,” Jack told him blithely. “The Doc would only confiscate them so really, I’m just saving him the trouble. They’ll stay here, locked in secure archives along with our spare drone. Maybe one day you’ll be responsible enough to have them back without endangering half the known universe. Have a good trip,” and Jack shoved him unceremoniously through the door.
“Hey, don’t I get a goodbye… Whoa! Bigger on the inside! Neat! So, Red, how about showing me to your room?”
Jack hugged the Doctor.
“Don’t be a stranger, Doc, you know you’re always welcome here.”
“I’ll stop by for a coffee next time I’m in the neighbourhood,” the Doctor assured him. “Don’t forget what I told you, Jack. Let go of the past, otherwise it’ll keep you from appreciating everything you have here and now.”
Jack smiled faintly.
“That’s all anyone can ask. Great seeing everybody again. Toshiko, good luck with the drone. Ianto! Take good care of Jack. I know you will! Allons-y!”
With those final words, the door closed, and a familiar sound filled the Hub.
Just as the TARDIS faded away, the Rift alarm started to blare and Tosh turned her attention to her computers, tapping at her keyboard and bringing up the coordinates of the latest Rift flare.
Jack bounded across to peer over her shoulder.
“Oh look, it’s in Splott! What a surprise!”
Ianto snorted with amusement.
“Forty-two percent of all Rift events are in Splott, Jack.”
“Yep! The Rift must have something against the people of Splott.”
Jack clapped his hands.
“Well, what d’you say we take advantage of serendipity by giving the drone another field test?”
“Sounds like a plan!”