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GIFT FOR JOKING: Healer and Teacher (Ten/Jack) [PG]
Title: Healer and Teacher
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matrixrefugee
Recipient:joking
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Ten/Jack, implied Rose/Ten-point-Two
Spoilers/warnings: None to speak of
Summary: Written for "how they've changed each other", post The Stolen Earth/Journey's End AU. En route to finding a cure for Donna, Jack and the Doctor have a quiet moment alone...
**
They had gone deep into the Time Vortex, en route to Aesculapius-3, a hospital planet where Donna could be treated, her brain healed after her encounter with the Doctor's "spare hand". Rose had taken her old room -- along with their new passenger -- Donna lay sedated in the infirmary, while the Doctor and Jack had retired to the Doctor's room. Not for *that*, even with Jack's eagerness: concern for Donna had put the Time Lord out of the mood for anything more than cuddling.
"But, still, Torchwood? Why them?" the Doctor asked, as they lay spooned on the bed, the Doctor's back against Jack's chest.
"Didn't exactly have a choice in the matter," Jack said, his chin on the Doctor's shoulder. "They bagged and tagged me, I had to comply or they'd keep me cooped up as a fascinating little specimen. And not in the fun way.
"They'd have done the same to you, if you'd showed up. Call it running interference for the better part of a century," he added, completely serious, even concerned.
"No chatter between Torchwood and UNIT?" the Doctor asked.
"Oh, I saw to that: Torchwood was never an official part of the government, so we had no reason to be sharing our memos with UNIT, as far as I could tell," Jack replied.
"I'd have thought you'd want to build a bridge between the two," the Doctor replied.
"In spite of my fondness for handsome young men and women in uniform, I've got my limits on kissing and telling." Jack said.
"Doesn't sound like the Jack we'd met in London during the Blitz," the Doctor mused.
Jack chuckled, the hum in his throat vibrating against the Doctor's shoulder. "Certainly not: whatever became of him, I wonder," he said. Then turning serious, he added, "I think he passed away when he got cornered by some evil-looking pepper pots on a satellite."
The Doctor turned over to face Jack, looking into his eyes, like the core of a blue white star. "No, I think he faded away before that. You changed, almost the moment our timelines crossed that first time."
Jack propped himself up on one elbow, then turned his head slightly, keeping his gaze on the Doctor. "You really think that of me? The con artist who's still wanted for, oh, a few dozen con jobs in as many planetary systems and space stations?"
"You started doing things for more than just credits or to look out for number one, Jack," the Doctor noted.
Jack settled down on the pillow. "I might have had two good looking incentives to start down a different path," he said.
"Have to be more specific than that: sort of man you were -- past tense -- you'd have found reason to ditch us on the next planet that suited you," the Doctor said.
"Guess I don't have to ask if your title means more than 'teacher'," Jack noted, reaching out to run his fingertips along the back of the young-looking Time Lord's hand. "You really do make people better, or at least better versions of themselves."
"Let's hope that works for Donna," the Doctor said, his brown eye starting to darken with worry.
"And let's hope the people on Aesculapius-3 forget about that incident with the Poosh snake-oil..." Jack said.
"If I have anything to say about that, we'll see if they can fix what happened to you as well as her," the Doctor said, clearly making a promise which Jack hoped he could deliver on.
Author:
matrixrefugeeRecipient:
jokingRating: PG
Pairing(s): Ten/Jack, implied Rose/Ten-point-Two
Spoilers/warnings: None to speak of
Summary: Written for "how they've changed each other", post The Stolen Earth/Journey's End AU. En route to finding a cure for Donna, Jack and the Doctor have a quiet moment alone...
**
They had gone deep into the Time Vortex, en route to Aesculapius-3, a hospital planet where Donna could be treated, her brain healed after her encounter with the Doctor's "spare hand". Rose had taken her old room -- along with their new passenger -- Donna lay sedated in the infirmary, while the Doctor and Jack had retired to the Doctor's room. Not for *that*, even with Jack's eagerness: concern for Donna had put the Time Lord out of the mood for anything more than cuddling.
"But, still, Torchwood? Why them?" the Doctor asked, as they lay spooned on the bed, the Doctor's back against Jack's chest.
"Didn't exactly have a choice in the matter," Jack said, his chin on the Doctor's shoulder. "They bagged and tagged me, I had to comply or they'd keep me cooped up as a fascinating little specimen. And not in the fun way.
"They'd have done the same to you, if you'd showed up. Call it running interference for the better part of a century," he added, completely serious, even concerned.
"No chatter between Torchwood and UNIT?" the Doctor asked.
"Oh, I saw to that: Torchwood was never an official part of the government, so we had no reason to be sharing our memos with UNIT, as far as I could tell," Jack replied.
"I'd have thought you'd want to build a bridge between the two," the Doctor replied.
"In spite of my fondness for handsome young men and women in uniform, I've got my limits on kissing and telling." Jack said.
"Doesn't sound like the Jack we'd met in London during the Blitz," the Doctor mused.
Jack chuckled, the hum in his throat vibrating against the Doctor's shoulder. "Certainly not: whatever became of him, I wonder," he said. Then turning serious, he added, "I think he passed away when he got cornered by some evil-looking pepper pots on a satellite."
The Doctor turned over to face Jack, looking into his eyes, like the core of a blue white star. "No, I think he faded away before that. You changed, almost the moment our timelines crossed that first time."
Jack propped himself up on one elbow, then turned his head slightly, keeping his gaze on the Doctor. "You really think that of me? The con artist who's still wanted for, oh, a few dozen con jobs in as many planetary systems and space stations?"
"You started doing things for more than just credits or to look out for number one, Jack," the Doctor noted.
Jack settled down on the pillow. "I might have had two good looking incentives to start down a different path," he said.
"Have to be more specific than that: sort of man you were -- past tense -- you'd have found reason to ditch us on the next planet that suited you," the Doctor said.
"Guess I don't have to ask if your title means more than 'teacher'," Jack noted, reaching out to run his fingertips along the back of the young-looking Time Lord's hand. "You really do make people better, or at least better versions of themselves."
"Let's hope that works for Donna," the Doctor said, his brown eye starting to darken with worry.
"And let's hope the people on Aesculapius-3 forget about that incident with the Poosh snake-oil..." Jack said.
"If I have anything to say about that, we'll see if they can fix what happened to you as well as her," the Doctor said, clearly making a promise which Jack hoped he could deliver on.
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