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GIFT FOR THE COMMUNITY: Backward and Forward in Time (Nine/Jack) [R]
Title: Backward and Forward in Time
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
writcraft
Recipient: The Community
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Nine/Jack, Nine/Rose, suggestions of unrequited TARDIS/Doctor, Ten/Jack
Spoilers/warnings: None
Summary: The TARDIS wants her Doctor to be happy. Captain Jack Harkness offers a solution.
I
I watched everything he did and everything I couldn’t see, I felt. He always was my handsome thief and I felt him ache for the ones that came and went when he changed into a new self. Sometimes his pain was enough to tear down the whole world and I was the only one that felt it, until one day, another felt it too.
Captain Jack. He was a handsome man with a wicked smile that promised he would do all sorts of bad things in acrobatic positions if you dared to smile back.
I hated him at first, coming in here like he owned the place, flashing a cocky sort of grin at my Doctor. Who did he think he was? Full of bluster and swagger and saluting with military precision that spoke of past wars and the ghosts of another time. He had loved his way through centuries of men, women and every other species that had the misfortune to fall for that smile, and he had left many a broken heart in his wake.
I was absolutely certain he wouldn’t be good enough, handsome as he was. He stroked my walls and pressed all the right buttons, but he couldn’t tempt me – not even when he laughed and everyone stopped to listen before they joined in.
I wanted to protect my Doctor’s hearts from this man who was careless with love and ready with his affections. He wasn’t my first, this Doctor, but after hundreds of years I still believed that he was mine in every way.
Sometimes I heard him screaming but he never said a word to anybody else. In those times his mind was mine alone because nobody else understood.
I remember how Gallifrey looked at night, when the sky burned and the trees glinted mercury-silver. He remembers too, sometimes. He leans his back against me and thinks about a time only we can share, when the lakes ran heavy with fire and the scorched earth was consumed by the end of Time.
II
When she came, it all changed.
He behaved differently and I was worried his hearts would stop when she smiled at him. I felt every single hitch of breath and saw the way he looked at her, as if he was drinking in every detail. He was good and strong with her and I knew he wouldn’t let her love him. It would be more than both of them could stand and it drove him half to madness wanting to say the things he knew he would never be able to articulate.
He was repressed, my Doctor, when it came to love. More heart than any human but too much time on his hands to do anything about it. Even when she was there, laughing with him and making him think the sorts of things that made me blush, I didn’t think he would ever find love which he could reciprocate without it shattering both of them completely.
Or so I used to think.
III
The Captain joined them for a while and I felt the Doctor’s hearts shift and change, torn between her and him. Jack was difficult to resist and they would sit up long after she had gone to sleep, drinking whisky or some other drink from a far-flung planet neither one of them called home.
The Doctor shouldn’t drink. He gets drunk surprisingly quickly for someone who should know better. Then he gets maudlin and says all sorts of silly things, talking too fast and speaking about things which he would never usually say out loud.
One night they kissed and I felt it in my very core. It was a messy kiss, born out of a few too many drinks and another night sharing dreams. Jack was firm and practiced and the Doctor - my Doctor – couldn’t seem to make his body move properly to respond. I wanted to shock him and gave them both a jolt as we travelled, but they were too busy to notice or maybe they just thought the skies had moved beneath them.
I hadn’t felt anything like it before and I don’t believe the Doctor had either.
He went to bed soon after with a grin which made him look more confident than he really was. Jack stayed up for a while, and I wished I knew what he was thinking. He was handsome in a way I hadn’t appreciated at first and braver than I thought. I wondered if maybe he might be a good match after all. Watching him with the Doctor had made me feel something I hadn’t felt for a long time and I knew the Doctor felt it too.
That night, for the first night since she arrived, he dreamt of someone else.
IV
They sat together again, later on that week, their shoulders touching. I knew what he was thinking. I could feel the spark of pleasure he got from Jack’s touch and I could sense that the Captain wanted it too.
When they kissed this time, it was hard and urgent and I felt the Doctor’s arousal as Jack pressed him back onto the floor, their bodies hot against mine. They stripped one another down, both hard and aching and I wanted to feel every bit of it. They looked good together, both lean and slick with perspiration, the Doctor sinewy where Jack was all muscle.
Jack liked to bite and he joked during sex in a low, filthy, American purr of an accent while the Doctor stuttered and groaned and spread himself open. I felt every lick and kiss and when he trembled, I trembled too.
I think he liked it, being taken like that. He cried out but pushed back for more and Jack left crescent-moon marks on the Doctor’s shoulder. It was more primal, more urgent and more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. I decided I wanted to watch them do this again and again, I wanted my Doctor to feel like this without worrying about the passing of time.
This time Captain Jack went to bed first, with a nod and a wink and a tap to my hub. I didn’t mind so much anymore, not when I knew he could pull tricks like that.
The Doctor stayed with me for a long time afterwards and I could feel his guilt and confusion.
I knew that he was thinking about her.
V
She had to rip me open in the end and saw every part of me. I helped her, because he loved her which meant that in some way I loved her too.
I knew there was a chance she might not be able to handle the energy. Humans are frail and they don’t have the right machinery to be gods. But I knew he could handle it – the Doctor’s Captain – and I made sure she gave him all the energy he could take because I knew she wanted to save him too.
I saw everything she wanted and time began and ended with the Doctor, for her. I saw her past, her present and future and in turn I showed her the whole universe and she cried when she saw how much it hurt.
When he kissed her, I think part of both of us died. I felt every caress, every gentle pressure of his lips against hers as the power of the time vortex left her and she was human again. With one breath things returned to as they were, yet everything was different.
I would never feel his lips on mine again and neither would she.
He was dying, as Time Lords do.
When he came back, in one form or another, I hoped he would realise that I had planned it all this way, by bringing his Captain back to life and giving him the gift of Time.
I hoped they would make use of it.
VI
When Jack came back they kissed under the stars and I could hear their hearts beating.
It sounded like drums.
~Fin~
Author:
writcraftRecipient: The Community
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Nine/Jack, Nine/Rose, suggestions of unrequited TARDIS/Doctor, Ten/Jack
Spoilers/warnings: None
Summary: The TARDIS wants her Doctor to be happy. Captain Jack Harkness offers a solution.
I
I watched everything he did and everything I couldn’t see, I felt. He always was my handsome thief and I felt him ache for the ones that came and went when he changed into a new self. Sometimes his pain was enough to tear down the whole world and I was the only one that felt it, until one day, another felt it too.
Captain Jack. He was a handsome man with a wicked smile that promised he would do all sorts of bad things in acrobatic positions if you dared to smile back.
I hated him at first, coming in here like he owned the place, flashing a cocky sort of grin at my Doctor. Who did he think he was? Full of bluster and swagger and saluting with military precision that spoke of past wars and the ghosts of another time. He had loved his way through centuries of men, women and every other species that had the misfortune to fall for that smile, and he had left many a broken heart in his wake.
I was absolutely certain he wouldn’t be good enough, handsome as he was. He stroked my walls and pressed all the right buttons, but he couldn’t tempt me – not even when he laughed and everyone stopped to listen before they joined in.
I wanted to protect my Doctor’s hearts from this man who was careless with love and ready with his affections. He wasn’t my first, this Doctor, but after hundreds of years I still believed that he was mine in every way.
Sometimes I heard him screaming but he never said a word to anybody else. In those times his mind was mine alone because nobody else understood.
I remember how Gallifrey looked at night, when the sky burned and the trees glinted mercury-silver. He remembers too, sometimes. He leans his back against me and thinks about a time only we can share, when the lakes ran heavy with fire and the scorched earth was consumed by the end of Time.
II
When she came, it all changed.
He behaved differently and I was worried his hearts would stop when she smiled at him. I felt every single hitch of breath and saw the way he looked at her, as if he was drinking in every detail. He was good and strong with her and I knew he wouldn’t let her love him. It would be more than both of them could stand and it drove him half to madness wanting to say the things he knew he would never be able to articulate.
He was repressed, my Doctor, when it came to love. More heart than any human but too much time on his hands to do anything about it. Even when she was there, laughing with him and making him think the sorts of things that made me blush, I didn’t think he would ever find love which he could reciprocate without it shattering both of them completely.
Or so I used to think.
III
The Captain joined them for a while and I felt the Doctor’s hearts shift and change, torn between her and him. Jack was difficult to resist and they would sit up long after she had gone to sleep, drinking whisky or some other drink from a far-flung planet neither one of them called home.
The Doctor shouldn’t drink. He gets drunk surprisingly quickly for someone who should know better. Then he gets maudlin and says all sorts of silly things, talking too fast and speaking about things which he would never usually say out loud.
One night they kissed and I felt it in my very core. It was a messy kiss, born out of a few too many drinks and another night sharing dreams. Jack was firm and practiced and the Doctor - my Doctor – couldn’t seem to make his body move properly to respond. I wanted to shock him and gave them both a jolt as we travelled, but they were too busy to notice or maybe they just thought the skies had moved beneath them.
I hadn’t felt anything like it before and I don’t believe the Doctor had either.
He went to bed soon after with a grin which made him look more confident than he really was. Jack stayed up for a while, and I wished I knew what he was thinking. He was handsome in a way I hadn’t appreciated at first and braver than I thought. I wondered if maybe he might be a good match after all. Watching him with the Doctor had made me feel something I hadn’t felt for a long time and I knew the Doctor felt it too.
That night, for the first night since she arrived, he dreamt of someone else.
IV
They sat together again, later on that week, their shoulders touching. I knew what he was thinking. I could feel the spark of pleasure he got from Jack’s touch and I could sense that the Captain wanted it too.
When they kissed this time, it was hard and urgent and I felt the Doctor’s arousal as Jack pressed him back onto the floor, their bodies hot against mine. They stripped one another down, both hard and aching and I wanted to feel every bit of it. They looked good together, both lean and slick with perspiration, the Doctor sinewy where Jack was all muscle.
Jack liked to bite and he joked during sex in a low, filthy, American purr of an accent while the Doctor stuttered and groaned and spread himself open. I felt every lick and kiss and when he trembled, I trembled too.
I think he liked it, being taken like that. He cried out but pushed back for more and Jack left crescent-moon marks on the Doctor’s shoulder. It was more primal, more urgent and more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. I decided I wanted to watch them do this again and again, I wanted my Doctor to feel like this without worrying about the passing of time.
This time Captain Jack went to bed first, with a nod and a wink and a tap to my hub. I didn’t mind so much anymore, not when I knew he could pull tricks like that.
The Doctor stayed with me for a long time afterwards and I could feel his guilt and confusion.
I knew that he was thinking about her.
V
She had to rip me open in the end and saw every part of me. I helped her, because he loved her which meant that in some way I loved her too.
I knew there was a chance she might not be able to handle the energy. Humans are frail and they don’t have the right machinery to be gods. But I knew he could handle it – the Doctor’s Captain – and I made sure she gave him all the energy he could take because I knew she wanted to save him too.
I saw everything she wanted and time began and ended with the Doctor, for her. I saw her past, her present and future and in turn I showed her the whole universe and she cried when she saw how much it hurt.
When he kissed her, I think part of both of us died. I felt every caress, every gentle pressure of his lips against hers as the power of the time vortex left her and she was human again. With one breath things returned to as they were, yet everything was different.
I would never feel his lips on mine again and neither would she.
He was dying, as Time Lords do.
When he came back, in one form or another, I hoped he would realise that I had planned it all this way, by bringing his Captain back to life and giving him the gift of Time.
I hoped they would make use of it.
VI
When Jack came back they kissed under the stars and I could hear their hearts beating.
It sounded like drums.
~Fin~
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Loved the Tardis POV! :)
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