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wintercompanion2008-06-02 11:54 am
lindsey_grissom: Ad Infinitum, (Jack/Ten), [pg]
Title: Ad Infinitum
Author: lindsey_grissom
Challenge: Myths
Rating: pg
Spoilers/warnings: None
Summary: There is more to them than myths and legends, but these are the things that stay when they leave...
Ad Infinitum
They'll whisper about them at night, under the covers, books lit by torch light. Two giants; two champions; two Gods; two heroes. Always two, though it will be said they’ll sometimes be found with more.
Young girls will want to see them, be the Princesses these handsome knights will save. Young boys will want to be them, to join them, they won’t admit it, but they wouldn’t mind needing saving either.
Parents will tell their stories with more embellishment than the two ever could. They’ll become the Santas, the Easter Bunnies, they’ll be the Jack Frosts waiting to nip at dirty toes.
Mothers will use their names to threaten disobedient sons. Fathers will convince daughters to wait for the two to come along.
Grandparents will pretend to know them, their stories more outrageous with each telling.
They’ll have place mats at seasonal dinners, and once a year every family will lay out a banana and hyper vodka, only one set not thrown away before the children can see the next day.
Governments will lay claim to their support while their rivals do the same. Peace keepers and healers will raise their glasses to the first, the armies and defenders to the second; they will all raise to them both in the end.
History books will list them as real, no images or agreement on description will turn them into considered myth. Legends will be created for them, mixing with the ones they will make for themselves. Literature of them will abound, rumours will circle in gossiping wheels. Sightings will make women swoon, make men puff their chests and stand tall. Red carpets will roll without a single tread, back doors will be kept unlocked just in case.
From one corner of the Universe to the others, their stories will be heard in more forms than ever believed, their lives splitting and binding to the unrecognisable. They will be models for honour, sacrifice and love.
But right now, the Doctor looks towards his current Companion, rolls his eyes and orders her to run; natives with arrows close on their tails.
Captain Jack Harkness looks across his Hub at the rift alarm and reaches for the phone; his team on speed dial, dressing even as he talks.
They have no idea what they will become, even with time travel they will be forever unable to see themselves the way others will. It will be the true magic of their legend; this doubt they will always have of their own worth, but not ever of each other’s. These two, that will outlive others stories, but not their own.
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I especially liked this part: They have no idea what they will become, even with time travel they will be forever unable to see themselves the way others will. It will be the true magic of their legend; this doubt they will always have of their own worth, but not ever of each other’s. These two, that will outlive others stories, but not their own.
I love all the stories that will be told of Jack and the Doctor. It's true that they don't know their own worth. :( Hopefully, one day, they'll finally realize what they mean to the Universe and to each other.
Thanks for sharing!
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