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I was inspired by a gifset of Martha and Jack 

Christmas Wish –  Jack Harkness shows up at Martha and Mickey’s house for Christmas.

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Martha and Mickey never know when he’s going to show up, but he almost always looks banged up . Not physically of course, since he heals so fast, but there’s something in his eyes and in the way he moves that aches. He’s a part of their family of course and always welcome, and the kids know him as that odd Uncle that shows up every now and again.

It’s snowy for once, on this cold December day. Mickey’s home with the kids, Martha is off helping quell something minor before it becomes major, but she’s promised to be home by the holiday. Jack doesn’t feel the cold as he comes up the walk to the non-descript brick house with a tricycle falling off one end of the porch.

Rita opens the door before Jack can knock. She’s eight now and grins and hugs his waist, tugging him inside. Standing in the foyer, Jack hugs her back, only to feel another kid climbing under the back of his coat. He turns and picks up five-year old Sam, hugging him tightly too, as if reminding himself of the good things that happen. Mickey comes out holding Jackie, their youngest. She sucks her thumb and watches Jack.

“Guess she doesn’t remember me,” says Jack with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“This is Uncle Jack,” says Rita to her sister.

“What’s this?” asks Sam, holding a small item he’d liberated from Jack’s pocket.

“Nothing.” Jack takes it back, shaking his head at the boy.

Mickey chuckles. “Yeah, you’ve got to watch your pockets around him. Come on in, I’ve got hot chocolate.”

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Hey! Could I pretty pretty princess please request “Thankfully, it’s not my job to help you.” with Sam x Jack? xoxo

“I know you’ve got the tech for this.” Sam was leaning on the counter.

On the other side the man in the vintage coat was standing with his arms crossed. It had taken a lot of leg work for Sam to track this man down.

“Thankfully, it’s not my job to help you. Whatever tech I do or do not have access to isn’t for amateurs.”

“We’re not amateurs,” growled Sam.

“Right, Hunters. You don’t even know what you’re dealing with, think it’s all demons and ghosts and things.”

Sam knew he’d come at him the wrong way. And now he couldn’t take it back. Taking a breath he tried to make himself look smaller. “Look, let’s talk about this.” He offered his hand. “Sam Winchester.”

“Captain Jack Harkness.” He had a firm grip, and Sam found himself smiling shyly despite the disagreement.

Jack looked him over. “Maybe we can talk about this over drinks?”

“Yeah, sure.” Sam was suddenly a lot more hopeful about the evening.

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“Hey there, Foxy Mama.” Jack and…. well I’ll let you pick :) (just not eleven)

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Jack arrives at the Second Moon as the second moon from which the club gets its name is setting in the azure sky. He flirts with the bouncer and grabs a prime table right near the bar. He’s never been to this particular establishment, but there’s only so much diversity out there in the solar systems when it comes to dance halls.

A few club-goers wander his way, and he even buys a couple drinks for the ones that strike his fancy; beyond that, though, he rejects their advances. He has a date to keep, and she’s due any minute.

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Her hair is impeccably curled, her heels are impossibly tall, and her dress is the perfect shade of red. River knows all eyes are on her when she strides into the room, and that’s exactly how she likes it. There’s a band of Gliesians playing their native instruments on the stage at the top of the room, and there’s nothing she’d like more than to dance.

She spies her date across the room and saunters towards him as the band strikes up a new tune. He turns to give her an appraising look, and his appreciative whistle makes her smile.

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 “Hey there, Foxy Mama,” Jack says, rising gallantly from his chair to offer her a seat.

“Well hello, Sailor,” River replies, and she grabs his hand to pull him out onto the dance floor.

“Like that, is it,” he grins, but he’s already moving to the beat.

River is clearly an experienced dancer and he’s not too shabby, either. It isn’t long before they have an enthusiastic audience. There’s a space cleared on the floor just for them, and they fill it with their high-stepping bolero, their low-dipping tangos, and their perfectly-choreographed swing.

It’s dawn before they are even tired.

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The bartender threatens them with police action before they’ll even consider leaving. As Jack walks her back to her ship, they hold hands and bump hips in the manner of young lovers while River whispers in his ear. It’s all part of their game, but it doesn’t make the enjoyment any less real.

He stalls her at the door, asking her for the names of random stars. She humors him for a while before stopping his mouth with a kiss.

“Same time next month,” she asks.

He answers with a wink and salutes as her ship disappears over the horizon.

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Captain Jack/Captain John – “You know, I think your head looks better detached from your body. “

John Hart cocked his head as Jack groaned and rolled to his his knees, rubbing the back of his neck where it was just finishing stitching together.

“You know, I think your head looks better detached from your body. Symmetry,” he said.

“You’re saying my head’s too big for the rest of me. Did you get it?”

“The giant crab thing that took off your head? Yes.” He pointed at where the aforementioned creature was lying with John’s sword sticking out of it’s chest.

“Good. Let’s get out of here.” Jack got to his feet with a bit of help from John. “Next time move faster.”

“Why? You were providing the perfect distraction. Though I must admit that was a pretty impressive feat.”

“You should try it sometime,” growled Jack.

John chuckled and retrieved his sword, collecting what they’d come to get and following Jack.

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“Hurry! Run” -Jack/Nine and/or “Why are you hugging me?” Jack/Sherlock and John too if you want.

“Hurry! Run!” It wasn’t often that Jack had to say those words to the Doctor instead of the other way round, but this was one of those times. He took the Doctor’s hand and pulled him along.

He’d been spending too much time pouring over the records in this archive, as if he could find something to bring his people back. Jack could understand that, but getting them both killed by security bots was not the way he wanted to go out. At least Rose was visiting her mother.

The Doctor fumbled with the key as they reached the Tardis door. Jack cast around for anything he could use as a weapon and found a shiny piece of broken metal. He stepped behind the Doctor and used it as a shield, deflecting the laser blast.

Finally the door swung open and they both stumbled inside. Jack chuckled and tossed the metal aside. It crumpled into dust and he blinked at it.“Good thing we didn’t stay out there any longer.”

But the Doctor was already at the controls, clearly wanting to put what he had or hadn’t found behind him.

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“Why are you hugging me?” asked John, enveloped in Jack Harkness’s arms. 

“Because Sherlock won’t.” Jack grinned over his shoulder at the seething detective.

“John is not the hugging sort,” gritted out Sherlock.

Jack stepped back. “Come on, always room for one more.”

Sherlock looked from Jack, to John (who hadn’t moved), and back to Jack. “Come along, John.”

Shrugging, John turned towards him. “Come on, let’s stay.”

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samxjack “are you dead?”

Jack gasped awake, and then groaned as the sharp piece of metal that had killed him slid to the floor. He tried to move and found he was still pinned by the rubble.

“Are you dead?” called Sam from somewhere close by.

“Never for long,” answered Jack. “Got your ass out like I told you?”

The rubble shifted next to him. “How did you know that demon was going to explode?” asked Sam.

“Not a demon. They’re from Baraxis Prime. You don’t want to get in an argument with them.”

“I can see why.” Sam got a hole open and pulled Jack out to safety.

Jack coughed and leaned on him a moment before leaning in to kiss him. “Thanks,” he grinned.

“Really wish you’d quit making a habit of it,” muttered Sam.

“You’re always worth it Sam, and besides, I always come back.” Jack touched his cheek.

Grumbling and looking away, Sam helped him to their truck.