Torchwood/Dr Who/RPS - fic - Simoon, Jack Harkness/T E Lawrence, PG-13/12
SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE ME JACK HARKNESS/T E LAWRENCE, apiphile demanded.
Here we go, then. This is, of course, RPS-ish.
Title: Simoon
Author: laurab1
Pairing: Jack Harkness/T E Lawrence
Rating: PG-13/12
Length: 355 words
Spoilers: to 2.13 Exit Wounds
Summary: Give Jack a soldier, a war hero, and that's it.
Disclaimer: alas, Jack is not mine, and Lawrence of Arabia belongs to himself.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Simoon
by Laura
There are many people, and aliens that Jack Harkness loves, or has loved, for many different reasons.
Give him a soldier, a war hero, though, and that's it; he's spoiled for anyone else for a very long time, putty in the man's hands, and turned on as hell. It happened with a whole load of guys in the 1940s and the Doctor. Now, in 1917, in the heat of the Arabian desert, it's happening with a pretty, Anglo-Irish gentleman, Lieutenant-Colonel Thomas Edward Lawrence, otherwise known as T E Lawrence, or simply, Lawrence of Arabia.
To family, though, he's Ned.
***
Jack did his bit, for King and Country. He died at both Paschendaele and the Somme, then returned to Torchwood. He came out here on a retrieval mission Gerald had given him. Having shipped the item back to Cardiff, because he could, because he needed to see the sun for a good long while, Jack decided to stay.
He forcibly pushed his bad memories associated with sand right to the very back of his mind.
Then he got caught up in the Arab Revolt.
And after that, he got caught up in Ned.
***
There’s a sandstorm howling around, outside the tent. Jack’s in bed, and tonight, the memories he carefully hid away are banging on a door in his mind, trying to come out. He needs a distraction. “Ned,” Jack whispers into the ear of the man next to him. “C’mon, wake up.”
“Jack?” he asks, after a few moments.
“Hi,” Jack replies, and smiles. “Mind if I kiss you?” he asks. But what he means is, ‘Would you kiss me?’
“Not a fondness for storms, Harkness?”
“Hate the bloody things,” Jack confesses. “Especially sandstorms.”
“Why on Earth did you stay here, then, man?”
“Sunlight,” Jack replies, and his voice cracks, just a tiny bit.
“I think you had better come here,” Ned says, pulling Jack into his arms, and close.
Jack gratefully goes; their lips meet and he loses himself in sensation, letting someone else be the Captain, just for a little while.
With all that pleasant distraction, the storm doesn’t sound quite so loud.
-end-
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simoom
crosspost:
sodomy_central
torch_wood
galactic_conman
dwfiction
tw_history
Here we go, then. This is, of course, RPS-ish.
Title: Simoon
Author: laurab1
Pairing: Jack Harkness/T E Lawrence
Rating: PG-13/12
Length: 355 words
Spoilers: to 2.13 Exit Wounds
Summary: Give Jack a soldier, a war hero, and that's it.
Disclaimer: alas, Jack is not mine, and Lawrence of Arabia belongs to himself.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Simoon
by Laura
There are many people, and aliens that Jack Harkness loves, or has loved, for many different reasons.
Give him a soldier, a war hero, though, and that's it; he's spoiled for anyone else for a very long time, putty in the man's hands, and turned on as hell. It happened with a whole load of guys in the 1940s and the Doctor. Now, in 1917, in the heat of the Arabian desert, it's happening with a pretty, Anglo-Irish gentleman, Lieutenant-Colonel Thomas Edward Lawrence, otherwise known as T E Lawrence, or simply, Lawrence of Arabia.
To family, though, he's Ned.
***
Jack did his bit, for King and Country. He died at both Paschendaele and the Somme, then returned to Torchwood. He came out here on a retrieval mission Gerald had given him. Having shipped the item back to Cardiff, because he could, because he needed to see the sun for a good long while, Jack decided to stay.
He forcibly pushed his bad memories associated with sand right to the very back of his mind.
Then he got caught up in the Arab Revolt.
And after that, he got caught up in Ned.
***
There’s a sandstorm howling around, outside the tent. Jack’s in bed, and tonight, the memories he carefully hid away are banging on a door in his mind, trying to come out. He needs a distraction. “Ned,” Jack whispers into the ear of the man next to him. “C’mon, wake up.”
“Jack?” he asks, after a few moments.
“Hi,” Jack replies, and smiles. “Mind if I kiss you?” he asks. But what he means is, ‘Would you kiss me?’
“Not a fondness for storms, Harkness?”
“Hate the bloody things,” Jack confesses. “Especially sandstorms.”
“Why on Earth did you stay here, then, man?”
“Sunlight,” Jack replies, and his voice cracks, just a tiny bit.
“I think you had better come here,” Ned says, pulling Jack into his arms, and close.
Jack gratefully goes; their lips meet and he loses himself in sensation, letting someone else be the Captain, just for a little while.
With all that pleasant distraction, the storm doesn’t sound quite so loud.
-end-
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simoom
crosspost:
sodomy_central
torch_wood
galactic_conman
dwfiction
tw_history