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dameruth: The Man Who Makes People Better (Jack/Ten) [3/4, PG-13]
Title: "The Man Who Makes People Better"
Author: dameruth
Challenge: Amnesia
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Series: "Flowers" (AU)
Summary: Jack loses his memory. The Doctor helps him find it again.
Part 1
Part 2
A/N - A shorter chapter than originally planned, but I hit a natural stopping place and wanted to keep my momentum, so I decided to post as-is. It will still wrap up in four chapters, hope to have the last bit up soon!
The Doctor's kiss was engrossing enough, it took Jack a moment to realize the world was spinning in more ways than one. Then his balance shifted, and he had to lurch and catch at the guard rail, breaking contact with the Doctor in the process.
"Jack!" The Doctor reached out to catch his arm, all the previous sensuality wiped completely out of his voice.
"I'm okay," Jack said straightening. "I was just a little dizzy. That, or the ship moved . . ."
"She's solid as a stone. Much as I'd like to be flattered . . ." The Doctor gripped Jack's shoulders to steady him and looked carefully into his eyes. "Hm." He let go of Jack's shoulders, and said, in the commanding tone of physicians everywhere, "Look at me. Right here." He tapped the tip of his nose with one finger. Confused, Jack complied. The Doctor watched him for a few seconds. "Now, look here . . ." the Doctor held up one finger to Jack's left. ". . . Now here." One finger to the right. "Now follow my finger as it moves across . . . and up and down . . . good." The Doctor was frowning. He stopped his hand slightly more than a foot from Jack's face. "Now touch your nose and my finger in sequence, several times, quick as you can."
"I gotta say, this is unusual as far as foreplay goes," Jack said.
"Please, I'm serious. Just concentrate."
Jack complied. It took more focus than he expected, but he was able to manage the task accurately.
The Doctor clicked his tongue. "A bit of ocular flutter, but nothing approaching out-and-out dysmetria. Still, I should have thought to check for global effects, beyond the memory problem. You have an amazing ability to get me thinking with organs besides my brain . . ."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Jack almost sighed as he felt the moment slipping away from them. It was unfortunate -- without lust to distract him, the worry was back and starting to gnaw around the edges of his mind.
"Oh, absolutely," the Doctor replied distractedly as he reached into an inner pocket of his suit jacket and brought out a small hand-held device. Jack got the impression that the gears of the Doctor's mind were spinning high speed beneath the composed surface.
The device emitted an oscillating sonic hum and a bright blue light, which the Doctor waved from one side to the other in front of Jack's face -- checking the reflexes of his eye pupils, Jack realized.
Whatever the Doctor saw reassured him, since he relaxed slightly. "Before we do anything else, we need to get you to the sickbay. I have no idea what the TARDIS will make of your system, but she should be able to get some basic readings - more than I can get with this." He held up the sonic device in illustration before slipping it back into his pocket.
He was talking sense and Jack had to agree with him, disappointing as it might be. If it was one of my people, I'd say the same, he thought out of nowhere, but the sense of almost-memory dissolved into nothingness before he could pin it down. "If you think that's best. Lead on, MacDuff."
The Doctor's eyes sharpened, laser keen, but all he said was, "If it's any consolation, the exam will get you a head start on taking your clothes off." His voice was superficially light, but it held layers that went way, way down.
Jack looked into that complicated, almost-human face and was considerably cheered. "Let's do it, then."
---
Whatever else he might be, the Doctor was definitely a doctor. He plied various instruments (some of which seemed familiar to Jack, some of which did not) with obvious skill and familiarity. The promised disrobing went no further than the removal of Jack's shirt, which continued the sequence of disappointment, though there were a few entertaining moments where the Doctor's fingertips brushed across Jack's bare skin. If the Doctor noticed the way Jack's nipples stood to attention afterward, he gave no sign.
I know this man. Jack couldn't help feeling, watching the Doctor's gangly-graceful dance around the sickbay. The reactions he felt were simply too strong for a chance acquaintance (and he knew, again without knowing how, that he was very familiar with that sort of situation as well). So odd, to be so certain but have no specific memories beyond a doomed spaceship less than an hour before . . .
Jack suppressed a shiver. He decided to let the subliminal sense of trust overwhelm his worries. If there was a way to get his memories back, the Doctor would find it. Jack knew that -- better, he believed it -- with his whole being.
The last switch flicked, the final dial turned and the ultimate readout considered, the Doctor came to a halt before Jack and slipped his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet, frowning slightly.
Jack sensed a Pronouncement in the making, and simply waited, relaxed, seated on the edge of an examination table.
"I can't find anything specific, and neither can the TARDIS," the Doctor announced. "There are hints . . . but without a firm diagnosis, I'll have to say that you're at least in no immediate danger."
"So," Jack said, and without his really willing it his hand drifted up and outward to toy with the Doctor's so-inviting silk tie. "Does that put us back at Plan A?" He smiled, and did his best to radiate charm and sex together. After all, if there was nothing urgent to deal with . . .
The Doctor dropped his chin and looked at Jack over the rims of the spectacles he'd donned while working with the medical equipment. He smiled, and there was something so sly, so sensual in the expression it made Jack glad he was already sitting down. A fallen angel might smile that way, considering the temptation of an innocent soul.
"I suppose that's as good an idea as any," he said, teasing.
"So what are we waiting for?" Jack asked, giving a tug on the Doctor's tie to pull the Time Lord closer, between his knees.
"Absolutely nothing," the Doctor told him, dark and joyous.
---
Unclothed, the Doctor revealed himself to be undoubtedly alien -- humanoid enough to wear a suit of Terran cut, but not much more. The layout of his thin, spare muscles and tendons was odd, and the glorious complexity of his lower abdomen and crotch left Jack feeling helpless and adrift.
Lying flat on his back, with the Doctor arched teasingly above him on finger- and toe-tips, the chill of his body radiating towards Jack like the memory of winters past, Jack stared up into eyes so deep he could drown in them without leaving a ripple. "I . . . I don't remember how to do this," he admitted.
"Don't worry," the Doctor replied; there were more levels to his voice then there had been, subtle harmonies working their way towards the surface. He flashed a madman's grin, all white teeth and certainty. "I remember enough for both of us."
It wasn't hyperbole. He proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt, until Jack, driven beyond matters of thought or memory, found that his body knew a great many things his mind didn't recall learning.
Author: dameruth
Challenge: Amnesia
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Series: "Flowers" (AU)
Summary: Jack loses his memory. The Doctor helps him find it again.
Part 1
Part 2
A/N - A shorter chapter than originally planned, but I hit a natural stopping place and wanted to keep my momentum, so I decided to post as-is. It will still wrap up in four chapters, hope to have the last bit up soon!
The Doctor's kiss was engrossing enough, it took Jack a moment to realize the world was spinning in more ways than one. Then his balance shifted, and he had to lurch and catch at the guard rail, breaking contact with the Doctor in the process.
"Jack!" The Doctor reached out to catch his arm, all the previous sensuality wiped completely out of his voice.
"I'm okay," Jack said straightening. "I was just a little dizzy. That, or the ship moved . . ."
"She's solid as a stone. Much as I'd like to be flattered . . ." The Doctor gripped Jack's shoulders to steady him and looked carefully into his eyes. "Hm." He let go of Jack's shoulders, and said, in the commanding tone of physicians everywhere, "Look at me. Right here." He tapped the tip of his nose with one finger. Confused, Jack complied. The Doctor watched him for a few seconds. "Now, look here . . ." the Doctor held up one finger to Jack's left. ". . . Now here." One finger to the right. "Now follow my finger as it moves across . . . and up and down . . . good." The Doctor was frowning. He stopped his hand slightly more than a foot from Jack's face. "Now touch your nose and my finger in sequence, several times, quick as you can."
"I gotta say, this is unusual as far as foreplay goes," Jack said.
"Please, I'm serious. Just concentrate."
Jack complied. It took more focus than he expected, but he was able to manage the task accurately.
The Doctor clicked his tongue. "A bit of ocular flutter, but nothing approaching out-and-out dysmetria. Still, I should have thought to check for global effects, beyond the memory problem. You have an amazing ability to get me thinking with organs besides my brain . . ."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Jack almost sighed as he felt the moment slipping away from them. It was unfortunate -- without lust to distract him, the worry was back and starting to gnaw around the edges of his mind.
"Oh, absolutely," the Doctor replied distractedly as he reached into an inner pocket of his suit jacket and brought out a small hand-held device. Jack got the impression that the gears of the Doctor's mind were spinning high speed beneath the composed surface.
The device emitted an oscillating sonic hum and a bright blue light, which the Doctor waved from one side to the other in front of Jack's face -- checking the reflexes of his eye pupils, Jack realized.
Whatever the Doctor saw reassured him, since he relaxed slightly. "Before we do anything else, we need to get you to the sickbay. I have no idea what the TARDIS will make of your system, but she should be able to get some basic readings - more than I can get with this." He held up the sonic device in illustration before slipping it back into his pocket.
He was talking sense and Jack had to agree with him, disappointing as it might be. If it was one of my people, I'd say the same, he thought out of nowhere, but the sense of almost-memory dissolved into nothingness before he could pin it down. "If you think that's best. Lead on, MacDuff."
The Doctor's eyes sharpened, laser keen, but all he said was, "If it's any consolation, the exam will get you a head start on taking your clothes off." His voice was superficially light, but it held layers that went way, way down.
Jack looked into that complicated, almost-human face and was considerably cheered. "Let's do it, then."
---
Whatever else he might be, the Doctor was definitely a doctor. He plied various instruments (some of which seemed familiar to Jack, some of which did not) with obvious skill and familiarity. The promised disrobing went no further than the removal of Jack's shirt, which continued the sequence of disappointment, though there were a few entertaining moments where the Doctor's fingertips brushed across Jack's bare skin. If the Doctor noticed the way Jack's nipples stood to attention afterward, he gave no sign.
I know this man. Jack couldn't help feeling, watching the Doctor's gangly-graceful dance around the sickbay. The reactions he felt were simply too strong for a chance acquaintance (and he knew, again without knowing how, that he was very familiar with that sort of situation as well). So odd, to be so certain but have no specific memories beyond a doomed spaceship less than an hour before . . .
Jack suppressed a shiver. He decided to let the subliminal sense of trust overwhelm his worries. If there was a way to get his memories back, the Doctor would find it. Jack knew that -- better, he believed it -- with his whole being.
The last switch flicked, the final dial turned and the ultimate readout considered, the Doctor came to a halt before Jack and slipped his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet, frowning slightly.
Jack sensed a Pronouncement in the making, and simply waited, relaxed, seated on the edge of an examination table.
"I can't find anything specific, and neither can the TARDIS," the Doctor announced. "There are hints . . . but without a firm diagnosis, I'll have to say that you're at least in no immediate danger."
"So," Jack said, and without his really willing it his hand drifted up and outward to toy with the Doctor's so-inviting silk tie. "Does that put us back at Plan A?" He smiled, and did his best to radiate charm and sex together. After all, if there was nothing urgent to deal with . . .
The Doctor dropped his chin and looked at Jack over the rims of the spectacles he'd donned while working with the medical equipment. He smiled, and there was something so sly, so sensual in the expression it made Jack glad he was already sitting down. A fallen angel might smile that way, considering the temptation of an innocent soul.
"I suppose that's as good an idea as any," he said, teasing.
"So what are we waiting for?" Jack asked, giving a tug on the Doctor's tie to pull the Time Lord closer, between his knees.
"Absolutely nothing," the Doctor told him, dark and joyous.
---
Unclothed, the Doctor revealed himself to be undoubtedly alien -- humanoid enough to wear a suit of Terran cut, but not much more. The layout of his thin, spare muscles and tendons was odd, and the glorious complexity of his lower abdomen and crotch left Jack feeling helpless and adrift.
Lying flat on his back, with the Doctor arched teasingly above him on finger- and toe-tips, the chill of his body radiating towards Jack like the memory of winters past, Jack stared up into eyes so deep he could drown in them without leaving a ripple. "I . . . I don't remember how to do this," he admitted.
"Don't worry," the Doctor replied; there were more levels to his voice then there had been, subtle harmonies working their way towards the surface. He flashed a madman's grin, all white teeth and certainty. "I remember enough for both of us."
It wasn't hyperbole. He proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt, until Jack, driven beyond matters of thought or memory, found that his body knew a great many things his mind didn't recall learning.
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Aww, this was perfect.
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So what's wrong with Jack, and when is the Doctor going to make him better? :)
ETA: Why did I never notice before that this is Flowers AU? Some things make more sense now, but I'm also now wondering: have they really got to the stage where they don't need the Holy Grail at all to feel attraction? If so, brilliant! :)
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Yep, this is very "late" Flowers!verse, set right before "Frost" (which is one reason I wanted to free this bunny first -- this lays additional groundwork for the longer story), and the Holy Grail is no longer necessary. By this point, Jack knows the Doc better than pretty much anyone else ever has (any human, at least), and the Doctor is very relaxed and free with both his alien nature and his sexuality around Jack. That will come in very useful for *every*one when Rose arrives back in the TARDIS . . . ;)
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*fans self* Jack's not the only one who's glad he was sitting down! God lord, woman! You know how to write a scene! It was subtle and so beautiful!
I can't wait to see where you go with this. I'm anxious to know what's happened to Jack and how the Doctor plans to fix it. Oh, and kudos for the title of this story. I think I've failed to mention that I love it!
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Thanks! Glad you're enjoying; especially when trying to write sensuality, its easy to re-read and wonder, Does this work, or does it just sound goofy?
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