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wintercompanion2007-10-28 09:17 am
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Jovialien: Fantasies (Ten/Jack) [PG-13]
Title: Fantasies
Author/Artist/Vidder/...: Jovialien
Challenge: Darkness
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/warnings: Utopia onwards
Summary: They don't fear the dark anymore...
Ok so I was only going to write one piece, but then for symmetry it became two and I couldn't leave them like that so here is the last one!
Author/Artist/Vidder/...: Jovialien
Challenge: Darkness
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/warnings: Utopia onwards
Summary: They don't fear the dark anymore...
Ok so I was only going to write one piece, but then for symmetry it became two and I couldn't leave them like that so here is the last one!
They don't fear the dark anymore. The darkness holds no fear for them when they are together because they both know.
It isn't just darkness. It is more than that. It is the dark stains on their souls from the things they have done (or didn't do).
The stains they hide from all the others, hiding them under a light smile or a manic grin. But their true self doesn't just hide the darkness. It embraces it. Draws strength from it. Uses it to do the things that have to be done, to make the hard decisions for the whole of humanity.
Only when they are together can they truly be themselves and not the act they put on for the others so as not to scare them. For how can the others, frail, mortal, brief as they are possibly hope to understand the darkness?
So they meet, no words needing to be said as they cross the distance between them. They don't speak of what has happened to them since they last met, no long speeches, no accusations, sometimes not even a hello. They simply embrace each other and find somewhere they can be alone in the dark. They don't need to be able to see eachother, sometimes it is easier to simply be able to hide the grief or pain or doubt on their faces with shadow and truly be themselves, no pretending. So they communicate through touch, and sighs, and soft moans, exploring each other again slowly, showing off new tricks.
And then they are together, they are one, one body, one mind, lost in each other in a way they cannot be with anyone else. Sight means nothing, the dark is almost incidental because who needs sight when you can feel every cell of your lovers existence? Who needs speech when you can hear the soft whispers of your lover in your mind, sharing thoughts and memories, exploring the darkness together and working out how it could have happened differently, if another choice was possible, learning from each other.
They know there is a fine line between a villian and a hero, it all depends on which side you are fighting on. They know that on occasion they will both cross that line. They are their own checks and balances, reassuring the other that they are still good, in spite of it all. Or guiding the other back to the light if they have strayed too far into the darkness.
It is always on the Doctor's terms, when he needs it, but Jack is the strong one and he can wait for him to return each time. Jack's small sins add up slowly whilst the Doctor (as with everything he does) seems to hold out for the really big sins, the really big choices. Jack has others he can turn to for the small stains, to bring a little light back into his life. They can understand some things. After all, he is only human. He is allowed to make mistakes. Not like the Doctor.
So the Doctor returns to his immortal friend whenever he needs absolution, forgiveness, understanding, whenever he needs to be the weak one and lie in anothers arms and be told it's alright, he did the right thing, it's all going to be ok.
And it was ok. It would be for as long as he lived. Right until the day they died.
He could be the Doctor the universe needed him to be.
Because the Universe had given him Jack.
It isn't just darkness. It is more than that. It is the dark stains on their souls from the things they have done (or didn't do).
The stains they hide from all the others, hiding them under a light smile or a manic grin. But their true self doesn't just hide the darkness. It embraces it. Draws strength from it. Uses it to do the things that have to be done, to make the hard decisions for the whole of humanity.
Only when they are together can they truly be themselves and not the act they put on for the others so as not to scare them. For how can the others, frail, mortal, brief as they are possibly hope to understand the darkness?
So they meet, no words needing to be said as they cross the distance between them. They don't speak of what has happened to them since they last met, no long speeches, no accusations, sometimes not even a hello. They simply embrace each other and find somewhere they can be alone in the dark. They don't need to be able to see eachother, sometimes it is easier to simply be able to hide the grief or pain or doubt on their faces with shadow and truly be themselves, no pretending. So they communicate through touch, and sighs, and soft moans, exploring each other again slowly, showing off new tricks.
And then they are together, they are one, one body, one mind, lost in each other in a way they cannot be with anyone else. Sight means nothing, the dark is almost incidental because who needs sight when you can feel every cell of your lovers existence? Who needs speech when you can hear the soft whispers of your lover in your mind, sharing thoughts and memories, exploring the darkness together and working out how it could have happened differently, if another choice was possible, learning from each other.
They know there is a fine line between a villian and a hero, it all depends on which side you are fighting on. They know that on occasion they will both cross that line. They are their own checks and balances, reassuring the other that they are still good, in spite of it all. Or guiding the other back to the light if they have strayed too far into the darkness.
It is always on the Doctor's terms, when he needs it, but Jack is the strong one and he can wait for him to return each time. Jack's small sins add up slowly whilst the Doctor (as with everything he does) seems to hold out for the really big sins, the really big choices. Jack has others he can turn to for the small stains, to bring a little light back into his life. They can understand some things. After all, he is only human. He is allowed to make mistakes. Not like the Doctor.
So the Doctor returns to his immortal friend whenever he needs absolution, forgiveness, understanding, whenever he needs to be the weak one and lie in anothers arms and be told it's alright, he did the right thing, it's all going to be ok.
And it was ok. It would be for as long as he lived. Right until the day they died.
He could be the Doctor the universe needed him to be.
Because the Universe had given him Jack.
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*loves her boys*
Jack is the strong one
*beams*
Exactly!
A lovely end to a marvellous series. :)
*mems*
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