Doctor Who - fic - Chains of Command, Jack/Ten, TARDIS, Martha, 12
A while ago, mickeyk said:
Heh, while I'm on a roll here (and if you don't mind, and you like the idea of this conversation)... how about a scene with the Doctor and Jack re: Jack's choice of current clothing, ie., the greatcoat and that wearing both braces/suspenders and a belt is somewhat (all right, completely) redundant? *hopeful look*
Did you want some mild kink with that?
Title - Chains of Command
Author - laurab1
Characters/Pairings - Jack/Ten, TARDIS, Martha
Rating/Warning - 12, very mild d/s themes
Length - 684 words
Spoilers - 3.11-13, Utopia to LotTL and TW 1.5, Small Worlds
Summary - “C’mon, Doctor.” His friend looks at him. “The old girl needs fixing. Martha and I need you to tell us what to do.”
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Chains of Command
by Laura
When it’s mostly over, the immediate priority is repairing the TARDIS; exchanging angry red for vibrant green.
Jack can only help if she’ll let him in, and he really wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t. As it is, when the Doctor, he and Martha enter the ship, there’s a hum not unlike the cry of a wounded animal. Jack runs his hand over the console and she doesn’t shower him with sparks. Taking that as a good sign, he shrugs off his greatcoat, flings it over a rail and turns to the Doctor.
Who’s still not completely with it. Jack sighs, placing a hand on his shoulder. “C’mon, Doctor.” His friend looks at him. “The old girl needs fixing. Martha and I need you to tell us what to do.” Well, Martha does, at least; Jack pretty much knows, he just wants to get the Doctor moving again.
“Right! Yes!” The Doctor grins madly and runs his hands through his hair, before he pulls out his glasses and slips them on. “Let’s get you better, shall we?” he tells the TARDIS, stroking the console and switching on the sonic screwdriver.
Grinning himself, Jack follows the instructions that are soon being given to him.
He loves this.
***
And when the ship is once again glowing and pulsing green, Jack sees the Doctor’s eyes flick over to his greatcoat. Again. He was doing it all the time they were repairing the TARDIS. Jack’s now wearing it, and he’s still looking.
Not that he minds, of course. “Doctor?” he carefully says.
“Captain,” he replies, looking Jack in the eye.
Jack gives him a faint smile. “Yeah. Do you wanna ask me something?”
“Your coat...”
“What about my coat?”
“You got another one.”
“The RAF do tend to issue them to officers, y’know. The Rift didn’t just spit it out at me. As much as I might’ve liked it to.”
Then he falls silent himself, and the Doctor has to prompt him. “Jack?”
“I had to wait over seventy years for this coat, Doctor. Then I had to watch my men die permanently, while I died and came back, just like I’d done in the last war.
“So you said.”
They both sigh, lost in their own thoughts for a few moments. Then Jack looks up again to see a smirk on the Doctor’s lips. “What is it now? More opinions over my choice of clothing?” He smirks back.
“Yes. Belt and braces, Jack? Isn’t that a bit excessive? Doesn’t one make the other redundant?”
Martha’s watching them from a corner. Jack catches her eyes, and mouths, “Stay. I don’t mind.” She smiles at him. He returns his attention to the Doctor with a full-blown, megawatt grin. “Hell, no,” he says, repeating the earlier action with his coat and unclipping his holster, depositing it and the revolver it contains on the jump seat.
Undoing, and quickly pulling his belt from its loops, Jack then places his other hand against the Doctor’s chest and gently pushes the Time Lord up against a coral strut, ensuring his hands are at his sides. “Makes this much easier, for a start,” Jack tells him, placing the Doctor’s hands behind the strut and loosely wrapping his belt around the wrists. He carefully curls his hand over them as well.
His friend gasps and it vaguely occurs to Jack that this is maybe a little too close to what they’ve just suffered through.
Only vaguely, though, because most of his brain is more concerned with distracting himself and the Doctor from that very thing. If Martha wants to join in, he won’t complain.
Leaning in to kiss the Doctor, Jack hears him whisper, “Thank you, Jack.”
Their lips connect, and as he places his free hand on the strut, he gets a burst of something from the TARDIS that also feels like gratitude. You’re welcome, he thinks, to both of them, continuing the kissing.
As the Doctor responds to him and their heartbeats increase, Jack contemplates more effective methods of distraction.
Later, when they’ve all had enough distracting, they can head back to Earth.
-end-
crosspost:
doctorslashjack
tenxjack
galactic_conman
dwfiction
new_who
tenmarthajack
Teaspoon
Heh, while I'm on a roll here (and if you don't mind, and you like the idea of this conversation)... how about a scene with the Doctor and Jack re: Jack's choice of current clothing, ie., the greatcoat and that wearing both braces/suspenders and a belt is somewhat (all right, completely) redundant? *hopeful look*
Did you want some mild kink with that?
Title - Chains of Command
Author - laurab1
Characters/Pairings - Jack/Ten, TARDIS, Martha
Rating/Warning - 12, very mild d/s themes
Length - 684 words
Spoilers - 3.11-13, Utopia to LotTL and TW 1.5, Small Worlds
Summary - “C’mon, Doctor.” His friend looks at him. “The old girl needs fixing. Martha and I need you to tell us what to do.”
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Chains of Command
by Laura
When it’s mostly over, the immediate priority is repairing the TARDIS; exchanging angry red for vibrant green.
Jack can only help if she’ll let him in, and he really wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t. As it is, when the Doctor, he and Martha enter the ship, there’s a hum not unlike the cry of a wounded animal. Jack runs his hand over the console and she doesn’t shower him with sparks. Taking that as a good sign, he shrugs off his greatcoat, flings it over a rail and turns to the Doctor.
Who’s still not completely with it. Jack sighs, placing a hand on his shoulder. “C’mon, Doctor.” His friend looks at him. “The old girl needs fixing. Martha and I need you to tell us what to do.” Well, Martha does, at least; Jack pretty much knows, he just wants to get the Doctor moving again.
“Right! Yes!” The Doctor grins madly and runs his hands through his hair, before he pulls out his glasses and slips them on. “Let’s get you better, shall we?” he tells the TARDIS, stroking the console and switching on the sonic screwdriver.
Grinning himself, Jack follows the instructions that are soon being given to him.
He loves this.
***
And when the ship is once again glowing and pulsing green, Jack sees the Doctor’s eyes flick over to his greatcoat. Again. He was doing it all the time they were repairing the TARDIS. Jack’s now wearing it, and he’s still looking.
Not that he minds, of course. “Doctor?” he carefully says.
“Captain,” he replies, looking Jack in the eye.
Jack gives him a faint smile. “Yeah. Do you wanna ask me something?”
“Your coat...”
“What about my coat?”
“You got another one.”
“The RAF do tend to issue them to officers, y’know. The Rift didn’t just spit it out at me. As much as I might’ve liked it to.”
Then he falls silent himself, and the Doctor has to prompt him. “Jack?”
“I had to wait over seventy years for this coat, Doctor. Then I had to watch my men die permanently, while I died and came back, just like I’d done in the last war.
“So you said.”
They both sigh, lost in their own thoughts for a few moments. Then Jack looks up again to see a smirk on the Doctor’s lips. “What is it now? More opinions over my choice of clothing?” He smirks back.
“Yes. Belt and braces, Jack? Isn’t that a bit excessive? Doesn’t one make the other redundant?”
Martha’s watching them from a corner. Jack catches her eyes, and mouths, “Stay. I don’t mind.” She smiles at him. He returns his attention to the Doctor with a full-blown, megawatt grin. “Hell, no,” he says, repeating the earlier action with his coat and unclipping his holster, depositing it and the revolver it contains on the jump seat.
Undoing, and quickly pulling his belt from its loops, Jack then places his other hand against the Doctor’s chest and gently pushes the Time Lord up against a coral strut, ensuring his hands are at his sides. “Makes this much easier, for a start,” Jack tells him, placing the Doctor’s hands behind the strut and loosely wrapping his belt around the wrists. He carefully curls his hand over them as well.
His friend gasps and it vaguely occurs to Jack that this is maybe a little too close to what they’ve just suffered through.
Only vaguely, though, because most of his brain is more concerned with distracting himself and the Doctor from that very thing. If Martha wants to join in, he won’t complain.
Leaning in to kiss the Doctor, Jack hears him whisper, “Thank you, Jack.”
Their lips connect, and as he places his free hand on the strut, he gets a burst of something from the TARDIS that also feels like gratitude. You’re welcome, he thinks, to both of them, continuing the kissing.
As the Doctor responds to him and their heartbeats increase, Jack contemplates more effective methods of distraction.
Later, when they’ve all had enough distracting, they can head back to Earth.
-end-
crosspost:
doctorslashjack
tenxjack
galactic_conman
dwfiction
new_who
tenmarthajack
Teaspoon