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.
I’ve been rping with darkestelemental616 and playing Jack awoke some of my old feels. So this Jack/Ten was born of that.
May I Have This Dance? – After the Year that Never Was, Jack and the Doctor take comfort in one another.
teaser below the cut
The Tardis hung in the vortex, stepping out of time to let those on board her rest. Martha tended mostly to her family, a bit to Jack and the Doctor, but they both waved her away pretty quickly. Jack knew that physically he was fine; his body’s capacity to heal not dimmed by the horrors of the past year. The year that now never was.
Jack wandered the Tardis a lot. He couldn’t seem to find his old room, and sadly, he assumed the Doctor had gotten rid of it. The Tardis gave him a new space, but it was too quiet and empty, and he never seemed to need much sleep, less so now, with the still-fresh nightmares.
So he was unsurprised late one night when he turned a corner and found himself in a workshop, the Doctor working over some little thing. He was more surprised by the big band music playing quietly in the background. “What do you want, Jack?” asked the Doctor, not looking up.
“Need any help?” he asked, coming around the workstation.
The Doctor glanced at him. “Hold this wire.”
Jack did so, unfamiliar with whatever device he was working with. It reminded him of his time with his doctor, the last one, working on the Tardis console or whatever little projects the Doctor would toss his way. But that man was gone now, and he’d seen what sort of man this one was. The bravery and the heart and the absolute faith in humanity wasn’t dimmed by changing the outside. Timelords, like humans, were bigger on the inside.