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wintercompanion2010-03-20 11:33 pm
Fic - Home is where your heart makes it {1/10} [Mature Teen] (Dr/Jack)
Ok, here is my first and only fic, for Wintercompanion 2010!
Summary - Using prompts -
What if Jack hadn't met the Ninth Doctor first? - The Doctor meets Jack during his two missing years. - The Doctor tracks down all or part of Jack's missing memories. He finds out what is contained within them and has to decide whether to give them back or destroy them.- Jack's missing memories include the Time War as the Doctor's lover.
Crossover of Highlander {probably TV series} and Shaman King {Anime series} to add a little shockingness to the mix.
Jack is a special person, he knows more than he lets on, sees more than people think.
Spoilers - no real spoilers,because I'm only mentioning things and people but not actually going into their detail, the Dr/Jack is mainly flashbacks for this bit.
Title - home is where your heart makes it {1/10}
Rating - (Mature Teen)
Author - Inufan92
Spoilers - none
Summary - Jack’s more special than we thought
He’d been alone for so long that he had forgotten what laughter and happiness was like, he’d forgotten what love and joy was like, he had even forgotten hatred and anger, for the most part.
He’d walked the path of the Samurai, using brains and blade to protect the innocent, gave his heart, body and soul to the Shogun and Emperor in order to protect a country that was not his own.
He’d walked the path of the Shinobi {Ninja}, using brains and weaponry and stealth to protect his land from the vile cruelty of others, his lords and masters decreed what must be done and he answered and obeyed.
He’d walked the path of the Scholar, using knowledge, intelligence and experience to teach others of the world around them, showed them maps and graphs and pictures, civilizations long since dead were awakened and they had loved every moment of it.
After over five thousand years, he began to tire, he was old, older than any other of his kind, he may have once been Jack Harkness, but that was long ago and far away, another life and another world.
He no longer had a name of his own or at least one he could willingly and wholeheartedly call his own.
His people called him ‘The Father’, ‘Old Man’, ‘Great Teacher’ or his favourite ‘That-guy-who-wont-stay-dead-no-matter-how-much-you-stab-him’.
The humans who knew of and feared him called him ‘Death’, ‘He who rides on a pale horse’, ‘The pale rider’ or his favourite ‘Methos’.
Methos was the closest to an actual name so he had taken to calling himself that and it carried over, his people and the humans all began calling him Methos.
Eventually he tired of fighting for the safety of the young humans in their petty little wars of ideals.
Eventually he tired of attempting to teach the baby humans of the wonder of the world around them.
Eventually he tired of his own people and the Game and hid away in the safety of a hidden Sacred mountain.
Home is where the heart makes it, and his heart lead him here, once a monastery resided in the mountain, it was similar to Shangri-La but was an unknown factor, he stayed here in isolation for almost two thousand years.
Two thousand years alone in what amounts to nothing more than a rather large cave means a lot of time to think.
For his people, a lot of time to think often leads to a lot of time to reminisce over the past, before and after they gained their immortality.
Thinking of the past normally lead Methos to think of the Doctor, Ianto, Rose and all of the others who he had come to know through his connections to those three people.
Thinking of those people lead to anger and sadness and memories, memories of laughter and joy, memories of tears and sorrow.
Those memories often lead to longing, longing for the feeling of the Doctor’s hands in his hair and he was soundly kissed, or the feel of the Doctor’s lips along his collarbone, or the feel of the Doctor taking all that he was.
Then he would come back to himself and become Methos again, lock away the memories and the emotions until the next time they would overwhelm him.
For two thousand years he suffered through the pain and annoyance of this happening almost daily, only leaving the safety of the hidden monastery when necessary, until the year 1985, when an old acquaintance of his, a Watcher named Joe Dawson, asked for his help.
Home is where the heart makes it? Too bad his heart made its home with an alien who doesn’t feel the same, an alien who traverses time and space as easily as we walk across a road.
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Hope you like it, problem is the other's are going to be much harder to do before the 31st of March, so I'll do as much as I can before then and then maybe wing it :D
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