Dr Who - fic - Missing In Action, PG, Jack, Ten, TARDIS, others
This was written for the Jack/Ten fest at wintercompanion, using the prompt, “Jack's first night in the TARDIS”.
Title - Missing In Action
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG
Characters - Jack, Ten, TARDIS, Nine, Rose, Martha
Length - 150 words
Summary - It breaks Jack’s heart
Spoilers - 3.12 The Sound of Drums
Disclaimer - none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Missing In Action
by Laura
Jack remembers how very beautiful he thought the TARDIS was, the first time he saw, heard and felt her.
Green, glowing, sentient, telepathic, loving.
Gods, she was amazing.
He and the Doctor had passed Rose between them, dancing for hours. Then he’d explained the ship to Jack.
“You love her, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Best ship in the universe, my girl.”
He remembers the ship comforting him, he remembers repairing her, comforting her in turn. He even remembers...sleeping with her. That was particularly glorious.
Now, he can see she’s injured, gutted open, red, angry, inflamed.
The Cloister Bell’s ringing mournfully. (Martha gets that bit, saying she “sounds sick.”)
She’s been transformed into what he and the Doctor both know is a paradox machine; he can’t feel her. And if he can’t feel her, how much worse is that lack, for the Doctor?
To see the TARDIS like this...it breaks Jack’s heart.
-end-
crosspost:
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galactic_conman
iamthebadwolf
new_who
tenmarthajack
tenxjack
Title - Missing In Action
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG
Characters - Jack, Ten, TARDIS, Nine, Rose, Martha
Length - 150 words
Summary - It breaks Jack’s heart
Spoilers - 3.12 The Sound of Drums
Disclaimer - none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Missing In Action
by Laura
Jack remembers how very beautiful he thought the TARDIS was, the first time he saw, heard and felt her.
Green, glowing, sentient, telepathic, loving.
Gods, she was amazing.
He and the Doctor had passed Rose between them, dancing for hours. Then he’d explained the ship to Jack.
“You love her, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Best ship in the universe, my girl.”
He remembers the ship comforting him, he remembers repairing her, comforting her in turn. He even remembers...sleeping with her. That was particularly glorious.
Now, he can see she’s injured, gutted open, red, angry, inflamed.
The Cloister Bell’s ringing mournfully. (Martha gets that bit, saying she “sounds sick.”)
She’s been transformed into what he and the Doctor both know is a paradox machine; he can’t feel her. And if he can’t feel her, how much worse is that lack, for the Doctor?
To see the TARDIS like this...it breaks Jack’s heart.
-end-
crosspost:
better_with_3
dwfiction
galactic_conman
iamthebadwolf
new_who
tenmarthajack
tenxjack