"Well, I was going to say 'queen', but I'm not sure the stockings fit anymore." Jack couldn't help himself but to laugh, even just a little. "Though I bet you still look stunning in a skirt. Might have to give that a try sometime."

He rolled his eyes as John proclaimed his unbreakable nature. "Please. You're about as unbreakable as dry noodles. You pretend you don't want someone, but look at what it took to finally get rid of you. You're a mess without someone to cling onto. Going off, getting shot and abducted by strange men in time machines. Just because you get your arse kicked a lot, doesn't make you tough. It just means you get your arse kicked a lot, and that it's easy to do." He tutted again and shook his head. "You're a disgrace to us all, you know."

He had to admit that he was pretty impressed with how quickly John was moving. It told Jack that this wasn't the first time he'd had to deal with such an injury. Maybe he'd have Owen look at it in the morning, or at least give him an x-ray to see if anything was cracked. When he was satisfied with John's performance, he led him over to the sofa and hurried upstairs for the bottle of whisky he kept in his desk; Not to get drunk, but just to enjoy. John needed it more than he did tonight, so he left it with a shot glass on the table for him