ext_24288 ([identity profile] scifiangel.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] wintercompanion2011-03-15 05:24 pm

Scifiangel Running (Jack/Eleven?) [PG]

Title: Running
Author: Scifiangel
Challenge: 2011 Doctor/Jack Bingo
Prompt: hunted
Beta: None – All mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Doctor(any one higher than Ten)/Jack
Rating: PG
Warnings and Spoilers: Knowledge of Children of Earth a must.
Disclaimer: I don't own our lovely boys. They belong to the BBC. I make no money from this, much to my sorrow. Full disclaimer under cut.

Summary: Angsty Double Drabble


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Running

The Captain was tired of running. Tired of the endless one-night stands and the banality of his endless life. For decades now he had been on the move, never staying in one place for long. Never letting anyone get too close, lest their warmth try and touch his frozen heart.

There was another reason why he ran. The Doctor had been perusing him for many of his wandering years. He had managed to stay one step ahead of him. He knew what the Time Lord was going to say and he wasn't ready to hear it.

He sat shivering on the cold floor of a dingy hotel room, staring at a fire place whose embers had long ago gone dark. He knew he had died at least twice of dehydration. He didn't care. He would wait for as long as it took.

He didn't move when he heard the sound of space warping. A sound like the laboured breathing of a mechanized runner. He didn't move when he heard the door open or when he heard the footsteps coming towards him.

Strong arms enfolded him and whispered, "I forgive you."

The ice in his heart shattered and the tears fell.

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[identity profile] ai-no-kaku.livejournal.com 2011-03-16 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
This is beautiful.

[identity profile] silvermoon07.livejournal.com 2011-03-16 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, poor Jack, he's so upset and distraught and not wanting to see the Doctor yet. And of course hearing those words from him would make him feel better instantly and that's all he needed.

You did a wonderful job with the prompt, sweetie, it was beautiful and brilliantly written. *hugs*

[identity profile] mad-jaks.livejournal.com 2011-03-16 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Love that last paragraph.

[identity profile] beachy-geek.livejournal.com 2011-03-17 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
This was wonderful--so much emotion packed into one little ficlet. I loved how when Jack was finally ready, he just waited--he has such perfect faith in the Doctor and knew he would find him. Thank you for this!