This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” Captain Jack with anyone you’d like.
“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind…” The Doctor looked around the busy bar, full of all sorts of species. “I said I wanted to talk with you privately.”
“And not on the tardis,” said Jack, guiding him into a seat. “Nothing more private than a crowd.”
The Doctor ordered a banana daquri and looked at Jack. “I need your help.”
“Anytime, you know that.” Jack briefly wondered if he should have ordered a stronger drink.
Quickly and quietly, the Doctor sketched out his plan, gesturing on the table with his fingers. Jack smiled. He might well get killed, a few times. But that just made him the man for the job.
He caught the Doctor’s hand. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, feeling that hand in his own. Remembering.
The Doctor’s face softened. “We’ll meet again, I am sure of it.”
“Well you know, Doc, I’m sticking around for a while.” He brought the hand to his lips and kissed it.
The Doctor finished his drink and took his hand back. Jack watched him go before getting up to follow his orders.
“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” Steve/Bucky
“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” Bucky looked down at his shoes.
Steve got up and crossed the room, sitting next to him. “This doesn’t change anything. It’s always been me and you, right down the line.”
Bucky raised his head and looking into Steve’s steady blue eyes. Cautiously he touched Steve’s hand. He started to jerk it back; it was his left, after all.
Steve wrapped his hand around Bucky’s, never dropping his gaze. “When I woke up here, I never thought I’d find anyone I could really be with. I wish you hadn’t gone through all of that, I wish things were different, and better. But I’m here, Bucky.” Reaching out he brushed a strand of long hair from his face. “And I feel the exact same way.”
Johnlock; “Please stay”
“Please stay.” Sherlock blinked and looked back at John. He looked small, there in the hospital bed.
“I’m sure Mary will be along shortly.”
John shook his head. “I want you to stay.”
Sherlock looked at him, weighing his options. Finally he crossed the room and took a seat. John reached out and fingered the familiar coat. “After you jumped…I kept your coat. I…used to sleep in it sometimes.”
There was nothing Sherlock could say to that. Instead he reached out and touched John’s hand, tracing the knuckles. The hands that healed, or killed. But could he heal this?
John placed his other hand over Sherlock’s, stilling him. Looking up, Sherlock met his eyes, heart skipping. John said nothing, just gave him a smile. And that was all he needed for the world to be right.
Johnlock+”can we pretend I didn’t just say that?”
“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” John was blushing from his hair probably down to his toes.
Sherlock leaned closer carefully, as if examining an easily frightened animal. “Say it again, John.”
John looked up into John’s eyes. Instead of repeating what he’d said, he grabbed the detective and pulled him into a kiss. Who needed words when actions would do just fine.
They came up for air and Sherlock stared at him, smiling softly. “Say it,” he repeated.
John rolled his eyes and pushed Sherlock into his chair. “You heard me perfectly well.”
Sherlock reached up and grabbed John’s hips, pulling him into his lap. Holding him tightly, his breath was hot against John’s ear. “I love you too.”
“If there’s one thing the world needs more of…” or “Please stay.” Johnlock please and thanks!
“If there’s one thing the world needs more of,” growled John, “It’s Sherlock Holmes being a barmy, arrogant, git!”
Sherlock regarded him evenly. “It’s perfectly safe. I’ve planned for every eventuality.”
“You are talking about climbing a building, breaking in, getting what you need, and getting out, all within twenty minutes. Never minding their security system or anything else that might stand in your way.”
“If you don’t want to go, John, you know I won’t make you.” Sherlock was already removing his coat and making sure his tools were in his pocket.
John took a deep breath, then another. “I’m not letting you go alone, you know that.”
Sherlock gave him a tiny smile. “Get the rope then. If this works well, we may get it done in fifteen.”
Harkstiel, “Hey, have you seen the…? /Oh/.”
Jack ran a hand through his hair as he moved through the ruins that had been old when this planet was young. Castiel didn’t ask for help lightly, but here Jack was, under an orange-blue sky with three moons and a constant wind. “Have you seen the…Oh.” Jack stopped and looked at Castiel crouching in front of what appeared to be a child. “Is that him?”
Castiel gave a small nod and made room for Jack to crouch next to him. The kid appeared human, but Jack knew there was no guarantee.. He put his hand out, but Castiel caught it.
“He’s caught in a psychic web. It needs to be another human that draws him out.”
Jack grimaced and nodded, settling himself on his knees in the dust. Delicate work. He reached out his hand again and touched the cool forehead.
He felt himself falling but a dark-winged angel caught and steadied him. He pressed deeper into the mind, climbing through carefully woven strands. Psionics was never his best skill, but at least he’d been trained and had Castiel’s grace to guide him.
It felt like a long struggle, but at last they reached the center and the boy. Jack knelt next to him and spoke quietly, gentle persuasion, until finally the boy got to his feet and followed him back out.
Jack opened his eyes and felt the ache in his knees. The boy was blinking as if coming out of a long sleep. Castiel gave Jack another nod and gathered the boy in his arms. In a moment they were gone.
Smiling softly, Jack hit a few buttons on his manipulator and the ruins were empty again.