Doctor Who - fic - Detect and Repair, Nine, Jack, the TARDIS, PG
Nine and Jack telepathy fic :)
Title: Detect and Repair
Author: laurab1
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Nine, Jack, the TARDIS
Length: 750 words
Summary: ’It’s from when the Agency took my memories, I think,’ Jack explains. ‘I remember trying to throw up all these doors, to protect my mind. I must have only managed windows, instead.’
Spoilers: New Who 1.9 & 1.10
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved & appreciated :) Enjoy!
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/212731.html - Lights Will Guide You Home
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/218652.html - Burning Bright
Detect and Repair
by Laura
Broken, his ship indicates to him, when Rose has taken Jack off into the TARDIS to find him a room.
“I know, old girl. I know,” he sighs, stroking the console. “An’ I know you had a go. Can only help him if he lets me in, though.”
***
It’s a few weeks later that the Doctor persuades Jack to let him inside his head. They’re in the control room; Jack’s leaning against a strut, absently stroking the TARDIS. “You’re fine with my girl being in there, Jack,” he tells him, looking the captain straight in the eye. He takes a breath, before continuing, “An’ she’s told me what she saw, that first night. D’you wanna try and fix all that broken glass?”
Jack nearly closes off; his eyes darkening.
“Captain?” he prompts.
“It’s from when the Agency took my memories, I think,” Jack explains. “I remember trying to throw up all these doors, to protect my mind. I must have only managed windows, instead.”
“And then the glass shattered.”
“Yeah.” Jack rubs his forehead, gathers himself. “C’mon, then, Doctor. Let’s see what we can do.”
“Good lad,” he says, smiling. “D’you know how this bit goes?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jack replies. “Fingertips on temples, eyes closed, pay attention.”
“Yep.” He places his hands on Jack’s face, gently rubbing small circles on his temples with his fingers. “Close your eyes, Captain. Picture a path, an’ let me into your mind.”
“Do I get a safe word?”
What? “This isn’t a game, Jack.”
“Exactly. So, do I?”
“If you must have one,” he says, understanding, “pick one.”
“Okay, it’s ‘mask’,” Jack tells him, closing his eyes.
The Doctor shuts his own eyes, and concentrates, pressing lightly on Jack’s temples. In the captain’s mind, it’s dusk, and there’s a narrow, gravel track. “I’m gonna follow that path, Jack, okay?” With agreement, he does that.
A few steps later, he discovers some pieces of glass. They’re coloured, and of various shapes. Some of these pieces would fit together, to make...a picture. He’d never heard of that particular item being used as a mental door, or window, in Jack’s case.
Whatever, there’s an extremely broken, but otherwise exact copy of the Rose Window in Notre Dame de Paris, la belle France, Europe, Sol 3, set in a section of wall, seemingly trying desperately to protect a part of the captain’s mind.
“When did you go to Paris, Jack?”
“Why, Doctor?”
“Because, okay, so it’s a little broken, you threw up a stained glass window in here, Captain; Notre Dame’s Rose Window.”
“Really?”
“Yep, really. You gonna tell me?”
Jack laughs. “Some time during my Time Agent days. There were several pretty people and a considerable amount of absinthe involved.
”And a lot of other stuff you don’t wanna tell me about yet?”
“Yeah. Help me fix it, then?”
They both briefly open their eyes, and nod. As they close them again, the pieces of glass begin flying back into the stained glass window, making it whole. “You could change that into a door, Captain, y’know,” he gently suggests.
Jack makes a vague sound of agreement, and the Doctor then watches the window slowly transform into a door.
“Well done,” he says.
“Thanks.” He can hear Jack’s smile.
There’s another sound, outside them. Opening his eyes, tracing its location, he works out the sound is quite clearly Jack’s heart, hammering away like mad. The captain’s terrified, and they should probably stop.
But he gave himself an out, which he isn’t using.
“Open your eyes, Jack,” he instructs. When he can see the lad’s eyes, he asks, “Do you wanna go on, Captain? See what else you’ve stuck away in there?”
“Oh, yeah,” he says, closing his eyes.
“Alright.”
He presses on Jack’s temples again, and continues on down the little gravel path.
***
When the next window does make Jack say, “Mask,” they stop, and open their eyes.
With the captain looking extremely vulnerable, the Doctor strokes his hands down Jack’s face, slowly dropping the connection. Help me, he indicates to the TARDIS, with a thread of a link left with Jack. Do what you did the first night.
He feels his ship embrace and calm Jack’s mind. “Hey, beautiful,” Jack says, with that wicked smile.
He drops the connection completely, letting his girl do the work. They’d do this bit by bit, the Doctor resolves. If it takes a while to fix Jack, it takes a while.
After all, they have all the time they could possibly need.
-end-
Title: Detect and Repair
Author: laurab1
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Nine, Jack, the TARDIS
Length: 750 words
Summary: ’It’s from when the Agency took my memories, I think,’ Jack explains. ‘I remember trying to throw up all these doors, to protect my mind. I must have only managed windows, instead.’
Spoilers: New Who 1.9 & 1.10
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved & appreciated :) Enjoy!
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/212731.html - Lights Will Guide You Home
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/218652.html - Burning Bright
Detect and Repair
by Laura
Broken, his ship indicates to him, when Rose has taken Jack off into the TARDIS to find him a room.
“I know, old girl. I know,” he sighs, stroking the console. “An’ I know you had a go. Can only help him if he lets me in, though.”
***
It’s a few weeks later that the Doctor persuades Jack to let him inside his head. They’re in the control room; Jack’s leaning against a strut, absently stroking the TARDIS. “You’re fine with my girl being in there, Jack,” he tells him, looking the captain straight in the eye. He takes a breath, before continuing, “An’ she’s told me what she saw, that first night. D’you wanna try and fix all that broken glass?”
Jack nearly closes off; his eyes darkening.
“Captain?” he prompts.
“It’s from when the Agency took my memories, I think,” Jack explains. “I remember trying to throw up all these doors, to protect my mind. I must have only managed windows, instead.”
“And then the glass shattered.”
“Yeah.” Jack rubs his forehead, gathers himself. “C’mon, then, Doctor. Let’s see what we can do.”
“Good lad,” he says, smiling. “D’you know how this bit goes?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jack replies. “Fingertips on temples, eyes closed, pay attention.”
“Yep.” He places his hands on Jack’s face, gently rubbing small circles on his temples with his fingers. “Close your eyes, Captain. Picture a path, an’ let me into your mind.”
“Do I get a safe word?”
What? “This isn’t a game, Jack.”
“Exactly. So, do I?”
“If you must have one,” he says, understanding, “pick one.”
“Okay, it’s ‘mask’,” Jack tells him, closing his eyes.
The Doctor shuts his own eyes, and concentrates, pressing lightly on Jack’s temples. In the captain’s mind, it’s dusk, and there’s a narrow, gravel track. “I’m gonna follow that path, Jack, okay?” With agreement, he does that.
A few steps later, he discovers some pieces of glass. They’re coloured, and of various shapes. Some of these pieces would fit together, to make...a picture. He’d never heard of that particular item being used as a mental door, or window, in Jack’s case.
Whatever, there’s an extremely broken, but otherwise exact copy of the Rose Window in Notre Dame de Paris, la belle France, Europe, Sol 3, set in a section of wall, seemingly trying desperately to protect a part of the captain’s mind.
“When did you go to Paris, Jack?”
“Why, Doctor?”
“Because, okay, so it’s a little broken, you threw up a stained glass window in here, Captain; Notre Dame’s Rose Window.”
“Really?”
“Yep, really. You gonna tell me?”
Jack laughs. “Some time during my Time Agent days. There were several pretty people and a considerable amount of absinthe involved.
”And a lot of other stuff you don’t wanna tell me about yet?”
“Yeah. Help me fix it, then?”
They both briefly open their eyes, and nod. As they close them again, the pieces of glass begin flying back into the stained glass window, making it whole. “You could change that into a door, Captain, y’know,” he gently suggests.
Jack makes a vague sound of agreement, and the Doctor then watches the window slowly transform into a door.
“Well done,” he says.
“Thanks.” He can hear Jack’s smile.
There’s another sound, outside them. Opening his eyes, tracing its location, he works out the sound is quite clearly Jack’s heart, hammering away like mad. The captain’s terrified, and they should probably stop.
But he gave himself an out, which he isn’t using.
“Open your eyes, Jack,” he instructs. When he can see the lad’s eyes, he asks, “Do you wanna go on, Captain? See what else you’ve stuck away in there?”
“Oh, yeah,” he says, closing his eyes.
“Alright.”
He presses on Jack’s temples again, and continues on down the little gravel path.
***
When the next window does make Jack say, “Mask,” they stop, and open their eyes.
With the captain looking extremely vulnerable, the Doctor strokes his hands down Jack’s face, slowly dropping the connection. Help me, he indicates to the TARDIS, with a thread of a link left with Jack. Do what you did the first night.
He feels his ship embrace and calm Jack’s mind. “Hey, beautiful,” Jack says, with that wicked smile.
He drops the connection completely, letting his girl do the work. They’d do this bit by bit, the Doctor resolves. If it takes a while to fix Jack, it takes a while.
After all, they have all the time they could possibly need.
-end-