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[logan_echolls]

His knuckles connected with skin, and for the first time in days, Logan felt alive.

He honestly couldn't remember what the fight had started over, but it had begun in a bar and spilled out onto the street in a matter of moments. He wasn't winning, Logan was sure of that, but he honestly didn't care. Even as he crashed to the pavement and the other man's boot made contact with his gut, Logan only laughed through the pain.

His lip was bleeding, and his cheek was already bruised- Still, the fight wasn't slowing down at all, and likely wouldn't end until someone stepped in- Or one of them stopped breathing.

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[im_torchwood]

"What do you think you know about me, Logan?" he asked. And even as he asked he had the clearest, loudest thought that he shouldn't touch the young man's back. Where the hell would that have even come from?

[logan_echolls]

"That you're old. ...Older than you look," Logan said quietly. "Older than you could possibly be."

[im_torchwood]

That was not the sort of thing just anyone knew. Gwen had put it together, but Jack was remarkably careful about the truth of himself.

"I'm only thirty eight," he lied.

[logan_echolls]

"Not in my dreams you're not," Logan replied. "In my dreams- You're old, and you're tired... But you never age a day. It's all hazy, but- We were in this box once. This box that was bigger, somehow, on the inside... It's crazy, right? I know it's just nonsense, but... It's just they feel real sometimes."

[im_torchwood]

Jack usually had a good poker face but Logan spoke of the TARDIS and his eyes flew open wide. That's when he realized what this was. Some sort of...alternate timeline. It was bleeding through. Whatever this was- beaches and surfing and the TARDIS, it couldn't be good in any way.

Jack put his beer down.

"I need to go," he said abruptly.

[logan_echolls]

Assuming he'd managed to finally sound crazy enough to scare the other man off, Logan looked away and shrugged.

"Yeah, right, um- That's fine. ...Thanks for wrapping my hand and whatever," he said quietly.

[im_torchwood]

Jack meant to walk out, thinking he should return and take care of this whole problem with a little pill, but Logan stood right there and as Jack got close he felt a pull. A physical pull.

His gaze softened and he reached out to touch Logan's face.

"I'll see you again," he said. "Count on it."

[logan_echolls]

Logan leaned into the touch before he could stop himself- Only to snap out of it a beat later and pull away.

"Whatever, man," he said quietly. "Who knows if I'll even be here, alright?"

Though for all he'd been considering leaving- With Jack standing right there, real and tangible... It was hard to think about vanishing off back to the states.

[im_torchwood]

"We'll see what the future holds," he said softly, then started for the door.

He had a thought and turned back.

"For what it's worth, you're not crazy. I've dreamed of you, too," he admitted.

He wondered if anything in the hub or Torchwood One's archives might help him figure this out. And alternate timeline or another dimension...how would he even detect that when it was...god, it would have to be years ago. When he left the space station, probably. That was over a century ago.

[logan_echolls]

"People don't meet in dreams, Captain," Logan said, his gaze locked on Jack as e spoke- Looking as if he was trying to convince himself, not Jack.

[im_torchwood]

Captain sent a shiver down his back that ended up at his cock and Jack knew he needed to get out before he...before anything happened.

"I'll see you, Logan."

Then he made for the door.

[logan_echolls]

Logan nodded, watching the man go, and shivering a bit as he turned to fetch another drink.

There wasn't enough beer in the world to deal with the strange turn his evening had taken.