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wintercompanion2011-07-13 05:20 pm
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lilithbint: Glad (Jack/Eleven) [PG-13]
Title: Glad
Author: Lilithangel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Challenge: Summer/Winter Holidays 3
Pairing: Jack/the Doctor (Eleventh)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/warnings: up to 6x04
Summary: the Doctor returns to Stormcage to figure out why he had felt Jack’s presence there.
Prompt: yellow 38 surprise rose
The Doctor had felt something when they’d dropped River off back at Stormcage, other than River’s lips anyway, nice lips that they were. He probably should have realised earlier but, well things had been a tad busy what with the Silence and then pirates, pirates! But now he had some time, obviously he had all the time in the universe but things were happening and they weren’t going to be very nice so a quiet little mystery to solve while the Pond’s were shopping seemed like a good idea.
So just why was Jack Harkness hanging around Stormcage? It was possible he was a prisoner too or sneaking around causing trouble, and to be honest (which he always was at least in his own head) the risk of those two running into each other was a little disturbing.
The TARDIS parked in a corridor very different from where River was housed which seemed to put paid to Jack is a prisoner theory and strengthened the Jack is up to something one.
He opened a door and found an office. A very nice office with just enough clues to suggest Jack spent time there. Why Jack would have an office in Stormcage, especially one with Bishop on the door was another question, a very good question at that. Especially an office with a big wooden desk, a big leather chair and a big comfy sofa against the other wall. But there were artefacts of a thousand different times and planets that didn’t have a dusting of the vortex over them; they were simply old and well loved. There was a model Spitfire on a side table right next to a large piece of coral that he most definitely recognised, and he’d thought the TARDIS had zeroed in on Jack. It wasn’t even a baby yet, just a single note swallowed up by the universe but she’d have heard it.
“Hello,” he said dropping down so that his nose was practically touching it.
“Hello,” said a voice behind him.
“Jack,” he said standing up and spinning around, “long time no see.”
“Not really,” Jack said.
The Doctor stopped because this Jack was old, still exactly the same but old. Time had worn his edges off, no longer eddying around him but surrounding him washing over him and leaving marks. The face was almost the same skin still smooth and hair still thick. Jack stood upright under the weight of time in a…
“Why are you in a robe?”
“Don’t you think it suits me?” Jack asked walking past him and opening a door to reveal a small kitchen space.
“Well it does,” the Doctor said considering the view with surprise when Jack bent down to open a lower cupboard. “Boys too,” he added to himself, “Blimey, it’s been a while.”
Jack looked over his shoulder and grinned at the Doctor, looking instantly like the young conman the Doctor remembered and yet. “You never were him were you? The conman,” the Doctor added at Jack’s look of confusion. “You tried to be but the first instant it was anything more and you were you again. Cocky and young but you.”
“It’s been a long time since I was young,” Jack replied laying cups and saucers on a tray next to a plate of biscuits and pouring hot water into a teapot.
“Why are you in a robe?” the Doctor asked again.
“River,” Jack said and the Doctor spun around, but they were alone. “When River put herself here I had to come as well and only a bishop would get the clearance I needed, so I am still that conman Doctor.”
“You had to? And don’t try to fool me with misdirection, master of misdirection I am, know it when I see it.” The Doctor nodded and followed Jack to the sofa. “Big comfy sofa,” he added sinking into the cushions, “I love big comfy sofas they’re so comfy and big.”
Jack sat at the other end and pulled a notebook out of his robe. “Never saw the point in those diaries of yours,” he said, “but sometimes it pays to keep track. River came back from America 1969,” Jack smiled, “always did love astronauts and pirates. You’ve done pirates?” he looked at the Doctor and nodded. “Rory and Amy?”
“Shopping,” the Doctor answered, “honeymoon was a bust so Amy chose shopping.” Jack’s face shuttered and the Doctor got annoyed. “Not you too. I’m getting rather tired of people knowing more than me.”
“I only know what you tell me,” Jack replied, “and River when she’s feeling sad.”
“What do you know about River?” the Doctor glared at Jack.
“Never tattle on a lady,” Jack chided. “I only know what the two of you tell me,” He added at the Doctor’s huff, “slow path remember?”
“How did you know it was me anyway?” the Doctor asked suddenly, “ooh Jammy Dodgers.”
“We’ve already met,” Jack said, “anyway the TARDIS in the corridor was a bit of a giveaway.”
“Am I starting a thing where I visit people backwards?” the Doctor asked. “I like having things, could be interesting if a little frustrating.”
“You decided that I couldn’t affect the timelines so you visit when you like,” Jack said, “you did warn me our first meeting was confusing, although I’m not sure if this is it,” he added thoughtfully. “Anyway, you mentioned boys too.”
Suddenly the Doctor was in Jack’s lap and they were kissing and it tasted a bit like River’s kiss but different because it was Jack. He was off Jack’s lap as fast as he was on it and Jack laughed.
“That was different,” the Doctor said, “good but different. Do we do that often?”
Jack smiled and poured the tea. “Drink your tea and then you’d better head out. As much as I love your company someone’s going to notice the TARDIS and she’s a bit difficult to explain.”
“Do you want to come with me?” the Doctor asked through a mouthful of biscuit.
“My job’s here,” Jack said, “so long as she feels the need to be here I’ll stay.”
“Do you know why she’s here?”
“I know why she thinks she’s here.”
“I’m supposed to be the mysterious one you know,” the Doctor pouted. He drank his tea, smacked his lips and jumped up. “Alright then, mystery solved time to move on. Jack it was nice to see you again.”
“Was it?” Jack stood as well.
“It was,” the Doctor said, “even more so that you weren’t up to something or in prison yourself.”
“Would you have broken me out if I was?” Jack said teasingly.
“Depends, River seems to manage to break herself in and out without any trouble, and travel in time. You know anything about that?” the Doctor looked at Jack from under his fringe.
“She’s a resourceful lady,” Jack said. He grabbed the Doctor’s hand and dragged them together for a hug. “Till next time Doc.”
“Oh stop it,” the Doctor said, but he let himself be hugged, “and don’t call me Doc.”
“Doctor,” Jack called him back at the door, voice serious, “I actually am a bishop and a confessor, if you ever need anything, you know how to find me.”
The Doctor frowned at Jack’s words but didn’t argue or question him, choosing instead to leave before things got complicated.
Jack sat down at his desk, playing absently with the ring on his left hand, three different metals entwined together. He wasn’t keen on lying to either River or the Doctor but he was so much older than either of them realised. So old that the Doctor could no longer tell, although Jack was certain he could if he really concentrated but something was making sure that didn’t happen. River was trying to stop what she knew had happened as best she could, trying to save the Doctor from his darkest moments no matter how much it hurt. Jack had long ago learned the futility of that so he would just do what he could and be where he could for them both.
After all he had all the time in the universe.
END
Author: Lilithangel (
lilithbint)Challenge: Summer/Winter Holidays 3
Pairing: Jack/the Doctor (Eleventh)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/warnings: up to 6x04
Summary: the Doctor returns to Stormcage to figure out why he had felt Jack’s presence there.
Prompt: yellow 38 surprise rose
The Doctor had felt something when they’d dropped River off back at Stormcage, other than River’s lips anyway, nice lips that they were. He probably should have realised earlier but, well things had been a tad busy what with the Silence and then pirates, pirates! But now he had some time, obviously he had all the time in the universe but things were happening and they weren’t going to be very nice so a quiet little mystery to solve while the Pond’s were shopping seemed like a good idea.
So just why was Jack Harkness hanging around Stormcage? It was possible he was a prisoner too or sneaking around causing trouble, and to be honest (which he always was at least in his own head) the risk of those two running into each other was a little disturbing.
The TARDIS parked in a corridor very different from where River was housed which seemed to put paid to Jack is a prisoner theory and strengthened the Jack is up to something one.
He opened a door and found an office. A very nice office with just enough clues to suggest Jack spent time there. Why Jack would have an office in Stormcage, especially one with Bishop on the door was another question, a very good question at that. Especially an office with a big wooden desk, a big leather chair and a big comfy sofa against the other wall. But there were artefacts of a thousand different times and planets that didn’t have a dusting of the vortex over them; they were simply old and well loved. There was a model Spitfire on a side table right next to a large piece of coral that he most definitely recognised, and he’d thought the TARDIS had zeroed in on Jack. It wasn’t even a baby yet, just a single note swallowed up by the universe but she’d have heard it.
“Hello,” he said dropping down so that his nose was practically touching it.
“Hello,” said a voice behind him.
“Jack,” he said standing up and spinning around, “long time no see.”
“Not really,” Jack said.
The Doctor stopped because this Jack was old, still exactly the same but old. Time had worn his edges off, no longer eddying around him but surrounding him washing over him and leaving marks. The face was almost the same skin still smooth and hair still thick. Jack stood upright under the weight of time in a…
“Why are you in a robe?”
“Don’t you think it suits me?” Jack asked walking past him and opening a door to reveal a small kitchen space.
“Well it does,” the Doctor said considering the view with surprise when Jack bent down to open a lower cupboard. “Boys too,” he added to himself, “Blimey, it’s been a while.”
Jack looked over his shoulder and grinned at the Doctor, looking instantly like the young conman the Doctor remembered and yet. “You never were him were you? The conman,” the Doctor added at Jack’s look of confusion. “You tried to be but the first instant it was anything more and you were you again. Cocky and young but you.”
“It’s been a long time since I was young,” Jack replied laying cups and saucers on a tray next to a plate of biscuits and pouring hot water into a teapot.
“Why are you in a robe?” the Doctor asked again.
“River,” Jack said and the Doctor spun around, but they were alone. “When River put herself here I had to come as well and only a bishop would get the clearance I needed, so I am still that conman Doctor.”
“You had to? And don’t try to fool me with misdirection, master of misdirection I am, know it when I see it.” The Doctor nodded and followed Jack to the sofa. “Big comfy sofa,” he added sinking into the cushions, “I love big comfy sofas they’re so comfy and big.”
Jack sat at the other end and pulled a notebook out of his robe. “Never saw the point in those diaries of yours,” he said, “but sometimes it pays to keep track. River came back from America 1969,” Jack smiled, “always did love astronauts and pirates. You’ve done pirates?” he looked at the Doctor and nodded. “Rory and Amy?”
“Shopping,” the Doctor answered, “honeymoon was a bust so Amy chose shopping.” Jack’s face shuttered and the Doctor got annoyed. “Not you too. I’m getting rather tired of people knowing more than me.”
“I only know what you tell me,” Jack replied, “and River when she’s feeling sad.”
“What do you know about River?” the Doctor glared at Jack.
“Never tattle on a lady,” Jack chided. “I only know what the two of you tell me,” He added at the Doctor’s huff, “slow path remember?”
“How did you know it was me anyway?” the Doctor asked suddenly, “ooh Jammy Dodgers.”
“We’ve already met,” Jack said, “anyway the TARDIS in the corridor was a bit of a giveaway.”
“Am I starting a thing where I visit people backwards?” the Doctor asked. “I like having things, could be interesting if a little frustrating.”
“You decided that I couldn’t affect the timelines so you visit when you like,” Jack said, “you did warn me our first meeting was confusing, although I’m not sure if this is it,” he added thoughtfully. “Anyway, you mentioned boys too.”
Suddenly the Doctor was in Jack’s lap and they were kissing and it tasted a bit like River’s kiss but different because it was Jack. He was off Jack’s lap as fast as he was on it and Jack laughed.
“That was different,” the Doctor said, “good but different. Do we do that often?”
Jack smiled and poured the tea. “Drink your tea and then you’d better head out. As much as I love your company someone’s going to notice the TARDIS and she’s a bit difficult to explain.”
“Do you want to come with me?” the Doctor asked through a mouthful of biscuit.
“My job’s here,” Jack said, “so long as she feels the need to be here I’ll stay.”
“Do you know why she’s here?”
“I know why she thinks she’s here.”
“I’m supposed to be the mysterious one you know,” the Doctor pouted. He drank his tea, smacked his lips and jumped up. “Alright then, mystery solved time to move on. Jack it was nice to see you again.”
“Was it?” Jack stood as well.
“It was,” the Doctor said, “even more so that you weren’t up to something or in prison yourself.”
“Would you have broken me out if I was?” Jack said teasingly.
“Depends, River seems to manage to break herself in and out without any trouble, and travel in time. You know anything about that?” the Doctor looked at Jack from under his fringe.
“She’s a resourceful lady,” Jack said. He grabbed the Doctor’s hand and dragged them together for a hug. “Till next time Doc.”
“Oh stop it,” the Doctor said, but he let himself be hugged, “and don’t call me Doc.”
“Doctor,” Jack called him back at the door, voice serious, “I actually am a bishop and a confessor, if you ever need anything, you know how to find me.”
The Doctor frowned at Jack’s words but didn’t argue or question him, choosing instead to leave before things got complicated.
Jack sat down at his desk, playing absently with the ring on his left hand, three different metals entwined together. He wasn’t keen on lying to either River or the Doctor but he was so much older than either of them realised. So old that the Doctor could no longer tell, although Jack was certain he could if he really concentrated but something was making sure that didn’t happen. River was trying to stop what she knew had happened as best she could, trying to save the Doctor from his darkest moments no matter how much it hurt. Jack had long ago learned the futility of that so he would just do what he could and be where he could for them both.
After all he had all the time in the universe.
END
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I have head canon that Jack knows River and has been involved in the Doctor's adventures in the background to help her and of course at some point in Jack's future he gets intimately involved with the Doctor too, and with their timey wimey existence they'll catch up with each other at some point.
And I totally believe in Bishop Jack.
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I have a whole lot of head canon that has Jack in the background helping out (including being Danny Boy the spitfire pilot) and as soon as the soldier called his boss when River was packing again I knew it had to be Jack.
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And i really like the little hints Jack drops, especially the ring. :) Very nice!
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sooner or later the Doctor has to be able to handle Jack since he's going to be around for a while.
In my head canon Jack knows River well and is always going to do what he can for the Doctor.
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They'll make a 51st century guy out of the Doctor yet...
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as
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in my head canon Jack's always going to be around to help the Doctor and River. I've written a couple of small bits in the universe around Jack and River, the Doctor's just starting to catch up with them now.
So there will definitely be more stories in this verse.
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yep, in my head canon Jack's intimately connected to the Doctor and to River even if the Doctor hasn't got to that point in his future yet.
And he will always protect his loved ones even if he can't be with them.
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Thank you very much!
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I'm glad you liked it,
I love the idea of Jack getting to be older than the Doctor properly and being there in the background helping out when he can, and you just know he's met River they couldn't have missed each other.
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I like this version of Jack.
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I figured that an older Jack would get to the point of be able to handle the Doctor and I loved the idea of him knowing more than both River and the Doctor but having to keep it secret.
Glad you liked it.
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(Anonymous) 2011-08-10 10:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: FB
there is definitely more to come, I'm just working through River's back story now to catch her up with Jack and the Doctor (and answer some of the questions about how they all get there)
glad you liked it.