Torchwood/Dr Who - fic - Five Different Pieces, Jack/everyone, PG-13/12
Now unembargoed from wintercompanion, so re-posted here.
Title - Five Different Pieces
Author - laurab1
Challenge - AU, on wintercompanion
Characters/pairings - Jack/Nine, Rose, Jack/Ten, Martha, Eight/Jack, John Smith/Time Agent Jack, John Hart, John Smith/Joan Redfern, the Family of Blood, Jack/Gwen/OMC
Rating - 12/PG-13
Length - approx 2320 words
Spoilers - to DW 4.13 Journey's End
Summary - Five times things happened another way.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
1. The Parting of the Ways
He’s not dead.
The Dalek exterminated him, but he’s not dead. OK, so something weird’s happened, but Jack’s not about to argue with the universe (he’s tried that before, it’s never pretty), because he’s not dead. Staggering to his feet, he just breathes, for about a minute.
It’s only then that he registers the piles of dust, where the Daleks were. Did the Doctor set off the Delta Wave? If he did, then why is Jack not dead?
And then the “vworp-vworp” of the TARDIS’ engines cuts through Jack’s senses, and he rushes towards the sound of the noise. She’s about to dematerialise, but Jack pulls out his key, unlocks the door and throws himself inside, just in time. Only to see Rose lying on the grating. He runs over to her, crouching down beside the girl. She can’t actually be dead this time, can she?
“She’s fine, Captain,” the Doctor tells Jack, from the console, without looking at them. “Just a bit tired.”
Jack looks over at him, though. He thinks he sees a golden spark inside the Doctor’s hand, but dismisses it as nothing. “How the hell did she get back here, anyway, Doctor?” he asks, stroking Rose’s hair and stretching his legs out on front of him. “And, y’know, where did the Daleks go?”
“Does it matter, Jack?” the Doctor asks.
Evasion, again. “Well, yeah,” he replies. And that golden spark isn’t nothing, Jack thinks. “So, you gonna tell me?”
He hears the Doctor take a breath, but Rose takes one, too, and opens her eyes. “Hey, sweetheart.” Jack smiles, helping her to sit up.
“What happened?” she asks, sounding half awake.
“The Doctor was just about to tell us, I think,” he says, pointedly.
“What do you remember?” the Doctor asks, finally looking over at them.
"It's like... there was this singing?" Rose replies.
"That's right!" he cheers, turning back to the console. "I sang a song and the Daleks ran away."
Yeah, right. I don’t think so, Doctor, Jack tells him, telepathically. All he gets as a reply feels like static, white noise.
"I was at home.... No, I wasn't. I was in the TARDIS...." Doesn’t sound like Rose believes him, either.
Jack sees more golden sparks in the Doctor’s hand. And from somewhere right in the back of his mind, he pulls out, Regeneration, Doctor? That’s what’s happening, isn’t it?
Yeah, Captain. Should’ve expected you’d know about that. Let me explain to Rose, though.
Yes, sir.
"...I can't remember anything else," Rose finishes.
The Doctor turns back to them. From the look on the Time Lord’s face, Jack suspects the explanation’s gonna end up being kinda garbled. There’s a smile on his lips, but Jack can see it’s false. He looks over at Rose; she really doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. Jack closes his eyes, briefly.
C’mon, Doctor, hurry up and tell her, if you’re gonna be stubborn, and insist on doing it on your own!
"Rose Tyler, and Jack Harkness,” he begins, “I was gonna take you two to so many places. Barcelona. Not the city Barcelona, the planet. You'd love it. Fantastic place -- they've got dogs with no noses!" He laughs. Rose rolls her eyes and she laughs, too. "Imagine how many times a day you end up telling that joke, and it's still funny!"
“Why can't we go there, then?” Rose asks.
"Maybe you will," the Doctor says. "And maybe I will. But not like this." He looks away from them, and down at the console.
Rose pushes herself up, Jack does the same. “You’re not making sense, Doctor!” she accuses.
She’s got a point, Jack agrees, even though he understands the Doctor’s trying to make light of the whole situation.
"I might never make sense again! I might have two heads. Or no head! Imagine me with no head! And don't say that's an improvement..."
Rose smiles at the joke, but it’s awkward.
The Doctor continues, "...But it's a bit dodgy, this process. You never know what you're gonna end up with --" Then, like Jack suspected, a huge blast of light comes out of the Doctor, shoving him backwards. He clutches painfully at his stomach and before Jack can grab her hand, hold her back, Rose rushes forward. "Stay away!" the Doctor shouts, urgently, wincing.
Rose franticly yells, "Doctor, tell me what's going on."
“That’s what he’s trying to do, Rose,” Jack says, taking hold of her hand.
"I absorbed all the energy of the time vortex. No one's meant to do that! Every cell in my body's dying."
“Can't you do something about that?” Rose asks.
"Yeah, I'm doing it now!" the Doctor says, still trying to make a joke. “Time Lords have this trick where we can cheat death. Except...it means I'm gonna change. And I'm not gonna see you again. Not like this. Not with this daft old face."
“Doctor, that face is not daft. It’s amazing. Isn’t it, Rose?” Jack butts in.
“Yeah,” she mutters, half smiling, more focussed on what’s happening to the Doctor.
"And before I go..." he says, only to have Rose tell him to shut up. “You two, Rose Tyler and Jack Harkness,” he continues, all Oncoming Storm, hot, forceful. "Before I go, I just wanna tell you..." OK, so he’s never actually said those three little words, but Jack can hear them, in his tone. "...You were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I."
They all smile at each other, because it’s true. They were a fabulous team, the three of them.
Jack, get Rose back, please. the Doctor tells him, somehow calm. She’s almost burnt to death once already, today.
That last bit will definitely have to be dealt with later, Jack declares. “Rose, sweetheart, we need to stand away,” Jack says, tightening his grip on her hand, gently leading her back to a coral strut.
They watch, as the Doctor throws back his head, and there’s light and heat everywhere, so, so bright. And in the centre of that light, Jack sees the Time Lord regenerate, sees his face begin to change.
When the fire stops, there's a younger man; dark hair, mad eyes. A different version of gorgeous. "Hello!" he says, smiling at them. "New teeth. That's weird.” He pauses. “So, where was I?" Rose looks at Jack. He squeezes her hand, and they both turn back to the Doctor. He continues, "Oh, that's right! Barcelona." And he smiles.
***
They end up in the Powell Estates, instead. The Doctor passes out; Jack and Rose have to make a start on saving the Earth themselves. After Christmas dinner with Jackie, they go to Barcelona.
Jack prefers the version in Spain.
2. Utopia
Cardiff, 2008, Jack’s Vortex Manipulator tells him, after he uses the good, old-fashioned method of hitting it a couple of times to make it do something. After apparently coming back to life, he’d sat around on the Games Station for five hours, before he decided the Doctor and Rose weren’t coming back for him. He thought he should try and catch up with them, instead.
But fate’s somehow been incredibly kind, because across the Roald Dahl Plass, there’s the TARDIS. “C’mon. One trip left in you, I think,” he says, entering the ship’s teleport basecode. Then he jumps. There, Jack pulls out his key, and lets himself inside. “Doctor?” he says, to the man at the console, who’s accompanied by a new girl.
“Captain. Re-fuelling stop,” he replies, looking over at Jack, and turning back to the console as quickly as he possibly can. There's a wince in there, too, maybe. What at, though? Jack wonders, as he inventories the new, regenerated Doctor. More hair, brown eyes, a suit, something like Rose’s accent, and still handsome.
The girl introduces herself as Martha Jones. Jack doesn’t get a chance to introduce himself properly to her, more’s the pity, as the TARDIS then starts going even more mad than usual.
“The year 100 trillion!” the Doctor says, staring at the monitor.
“Hell of a lot further than 200,100,” Jack replies. “How long ago was that for you? And where’s Rose?”
“Not now, Jack! We’re going to the end of the universe!”
3. Human Nature
He’s being demanded to “change back”, but Mr Smith has no idea what Baines is talking about.
“Which one of them do you want us to kill?” the boy asks, as Jenny and Mr Clark hold weapons to Martha and Joan. Then there’s a pair of golden shimmers, and two men appear, out of thin air. “Your friend or your lover?”
“How about neither of them?” a half familiar man, with a somewhat American accent says. “Time Agents, people. Stand aside, if you please.” Then he trains a sonic blaster on Jenny.
What? Where did that come from? He doesn’t know that term!
But apparently he does. Something else for the “Journal of Impossible Things”, it would appear.
“And why don’t one of you Aubertides tell us where the Vortex Manipulator you stole from Agent 270 is?” a London voice says, a revolver trained on Mr Clark. “Thanks for sending us her body, though.” He cocks the revolver, when no answer is offered.
Somehow, Martha manages to wrestle away the alien weapon pointed at her head, and tells everyone to get out. Mr Smith watches her, and has the distinct feeling that he’s seriously underestimated this dark-skinned girl. She shouldn’t be his maid, he knows she shouldn’t.
But whatever she should be is hidden, locked away, half remembered.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re good,” the man with the London accent says to Martha. “Isn’t she good?” he asks his partner. “Good-looking, too.”
“Yeah, fabulous,” the possibly American man says, distractedly. “Now, let’s try again. Where’s the Vortex Manipulator you stole?”
Your friend or your lover?
A daydream, or maybe a memory comes to Mr Smith.
They were in the console room. Jack had him pressed up against a coral strut and kissed him; long, slow and deep.
“You gonna finally let me take you to bed, Doctor?”
“That’s rather tame, for you, Captain.”
“Yeah. I know.” Jack found that wicked smile of his, offered another kiss and asked again, in his more usual manner.
“It would be in your best interests to give the gentlemen the information they require, I believe,” he tells the... aliens. Then Martha tells him to go, to look after Joan.
“Have you not discovered our ship?” Baines asks the Time Agents.
“Sweet Goddesses, of course we have. You really didn’t hide it particularly well. Not very pretty, is it, all that bright green?”
“But because you stole from one of our own, we just wanted to do this the very hard way, that’s all.”
As he goes, despite the fact he knows relations between men are illegal, Mr Smith can’t help thinking about how handsome the American Time Agent is. He hides these thoughts away, and focuses on ensuring Joan’s safety.
4. The End of the World
Like the area of Earth’s Greece the colony was named after, Arcadia is farmland, all biodomes, terraformed fields and water. Well, it was, because the Dalek fleet’s just arrived in its skies, prepared to exterminate yet another planet, create another casualty of the Time War.
He can’t save them. Arcadia falls, he knows. All he can do is get back to the TARDIS, and leave. And not look back. He never looks back.
As the Doctor walks back to his ship, he hears a male voice behind him. “Is there anything we can do, Time Lord?” He looks back.
“Picked up you and your TARDIS on my Vortex Manipulator,” the young man says, displaying his wrist. “Time Agent.”
“Arcadia falls, Time Agent. Surely you know that?”
“It falls fighting, though. Surely you know that?”
“Yes. I know. But I don’t fight.”
“Guess I’ll do the fighting, then,” he says, unholstering a sonic blaster.
“Very well, Time Agent.”
“Captain Jack Harkness, actually,” the man says, offering his hand.
“The Doctor,” he replies, shaking Jack’s hand.
“Pleased to meet you, Doctor. Love the hair, y’know. Think you could stand to lose the Edwardian gear, though.”
Despite himself, the Doctor smiles. “I’ll see what else the TARDIS can provide me with, Jack. Would you like to see her?”
“Yeah!”
“Come with me, then.”
5. Fragments
In 1899, Jack says, “No,” to Emily and Alice, and doesn’t join Torchwood Cardiff. They’ve seen his body, the psychotic bitches, can’t they work out how he can earn money? It won’t be the first time he’s done that, either.
Or the last, most probably.
Everyone, girls and boys, wants some action with Captain Jack Harkness.
The young girl and her tarot cards told him he had a hell of a long time to wait for the Doctor, so Jack figures he may as well do something else he knows he’s good at, in the meantime.
***
Ten years later, he’s got his own business. Gorgeous girls and beautiful boys, all selling sex. Jack looks after every single one of them, makes sure no-one risks themselves too much. They’re all a little broken, but it could be worse, they could be completely on their own. At least with him, they’re relatively safe.
***
It’s a Thursday in February of 2008 when Gwen, with her lovely breasts, and Ioan, with his fabulous rugby player’s body, come rushing into Jack’s office.
“The blue box is on the Plass!” Gwen tells him, breathlessly.
“Then I’ve gotta go, people.”
“When will you be back, Jack?” Ioan asks.
“When I’ve got my answers. You two OK holding the fort for me?”
“Of course we are,” Gwen replies.
Jack kisses them goodbye, hard, fast, on the lips, and leaves. He loves his partners, yes, but he still loves the Doctor, too, and he’s waited a very long time to see him again.
-end-
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
dwfiction
better_with_3
tenmarthajack
roguetimeagents
Teaspoon
Zero Room
Title - Five Different Pieces
Author - laurab1
Challenge - AU, on wintercompanion
Characters/pairings - Jack/Nine, Rose, Jack/Ten, Martha, Eight/Jack, John Smith/Time Agent Jack, John Hart, John Smith/Joan Redfern, the Family of Blood, Jack/Gwen/OMC
Rating - 12/PG-13
Length - approx 2320 words
Spoilers - to DW 4.13 Journey's End
Summary - Five times things happened another way.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
1. The Parting of the Ways
He’s not dead.
The Dalek exterminated him, but he’s not dead. OK, so something weird’s happened, but Jack’s not about to argue with the universe (he’s tried that before, it’s never pretty), because he’s not dead. Staggering to his feet, he just breathes, for about a minute.
It’s only then that he registers the piles of dust, where the Daleks were. Did the Doctor set off the Delta Wave? If he did, then why is Jack not dead?
And then the “vworp-vworp” of the TARDIS’ engines cuts through Jack’s senses, and he rushes towards the sound of the noise. She’s about to dematerialise, but Jack pulls out his key, unlocks the door and throws himself inside, just in time. Only to see Rose lying on the grating. He runs over to her, crouching down beside the girl. She can’t actually be dead this time, can she?
“She’s fine, Captain,” the Doctor tells Jack, from the console, without looking at them. “Just a bit tired.”
Jack looks over at him, though. He thinks he sees a golden spark inside the Doctor’s hand, but dismisses it as nothing. “How the hell did she get back here, anyway, Doctor?” he asks, stroking Rose’s hair and stretching his legs out on front of him. “And, y’know, where did the Daleks go?”
“Does it matter, Jack?” the Doctor asks.
Evasion, again. “Well, yeah,” he replies. And that golden spark isn’t nothing, Jack thinks. “So, you gonna tell me?”
He hears the Doctor take a breath, but Rose takes one, too, and opens her eyes. “Hey, sweetheart.” Jack smiles, helping her to sit up.
“What happened?” she asks, sounding half awake.
“The Doctor was just about to tell us, I think,” he says, pointedly.
“What do you remember?” the Doctor asks, finally looking over at them.
"It's like... there was this singing?" Rose replies.
"That's right!" he cheers, turning back to the console. "I sang a song and the Daleks ran away."
Yeah, right. I don’t think so, Doctor, Jack tells him, telepathically. All he gets as a reply feels like static, white noise.
"I was at home.... No, I wasn't. I was in the TARDIS...." Doesn’t sound like Rose believes him, either.
Jack sees more golden sparks in the Doctor’s hand. And from somewhere right in the back of his mind, he pulls out, Regeneration, Doctor? That’s what’s happening, isn’t it?
Yeah, Captain. Should’ve expected you’d know about that. Let me explain to Rose, though.
Yes, sir.
"...I can't remember anything else," Rose finishes.
The Doctor turns back to them. From the look on the Time Lord’s face, Jack suspects the explanation’s gonna end up being kinda garbled. There’s a smile on his lips, but Jack can see it’s false. He looks over at Rose; she really doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. Jack closes his eyes, briefly.
C’mon, Doctor, hurry up and tell her, if you’re gonna be stubborn, and insist on doing it on your own!
"Rose Tyler, and Jack Harkness,” he begins, “I was gonna take you two to so many places. Barcelona. Not the city Barcelona, the planet. You'd love it. Fantastic place -- they've got dogs with no noses!" He laughs. Rose rolls her eyes and she laughs, too. "Imagine how many times a day you end up telling that joke, and it's still funny!"
“Why can't we go there, then?” Rose asks.
"Maybe you will," the Doctor says. "And maybe I will. But not like this." He looks away from them, and down at the console.
Rose pushes herself up, Jack does the same. “You’re not making sense, Doctor!” she accuses.
She’s got a point, Jack agrees, even though he understands the Doctor’s trying to make light of the whole situation.
"I might never make sense again! I might have two heads. Or no head! Imagine me with no head! And don't say that's an improvement..."
Rose smiles at the joke, but it’s awkward.
The Doctor continues, "...But it's a bit dodgy, this process. You never know what you're gonna end up with --" Then, like Jack suspected, a huge blast of light comes out of the Doctor, shoving him backwards. He clutches painfully at his stomach and before Jack can grab her hand, hold her back, Rose rushes forward. "Stay away!" the Doctor shouts, urgently, wincing.
Rose franticly yells, "Doctor, tell me what's going on."
“That’s what he’s trying to do, Rose,” Jack says, taking hold of her hand.
"I absorbed all the energy of the time vortex. No one's meant to do that! Every cell in my body's dying."
“Can't you do something about that?” Rose asks.
"Yeah, I'm doing it now!" the Doctor says, still trying to make a joke. “Time Lords have this trick where we can cheat death. Except...it means I'm gonna change. And I'm not gonna see you again. Not like this. Not with this daft old face."
“Doctor, that face is not daft. It’s amazing. Isn’t it, Rose?” Jack butts in.
“Yeah,” she mutters, half smiling, more focussed on what’s happening to the Doctor.
"And before I go..." he says, only to have Rose tell him to shut up. “You two, Rose Tyler and Jack Harkness,” he continues, all Oncoming Storm, hot, forceful. "Before I go, I just wanna tell you..." OK, so he’s never actually said those three little words, but Jack can hear them, in his tone. "...You were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I."
They all smile at each other, because it’s true. They were a fabulous team, the three of them.
Jack, get Rose back, please. the Doctor tells him, somehow calm. She’s almost burnt to death once already, today.
That last bit will definitely have to be dealt with later, Jack declares. “Rose, sweetheart, we need to stand away,” Jack says, tightening his grip on her hand, gently leading her back to a coral strut.
They watch, as the Doctor throws back his head, and there’s light and heat everywhere, so, so bright. And in the centre of that light, Jack sees the Time Lord regenerate, sees his face begin to change.
When the fire stops, there's a younger man; dark hair, mad eyes. A different version of gorgeous. "Hello!" he says, smiling at them. "New teeth. That's weird.” He pauses. “So, where was I?" Rose looks at Jack. He squeezes her hand, and they both turn back to the Doctor. He continues, "Oh, that's right! Barcelona." And he smiles.
***
They end up in the Powell Estates, instead. The Doctor passes out; Jack and Rose have to make a start on saving the Earth themselves. After Christmas dinner with Jackie, they go to Barcelona.
Jack prefers the version in Spain.
2. Utopia
Cardiff, 2008, Jack’s Vortex Manipulator tells him, after he uses the good, old-fashioned method of hitting it a couple of times to make it do something. After apparently coming back to life, he’d sat around on the Games Station for five hours, before he decided the Doctor and Rose weren’t coming back for him. He thought he should try and catch up with them, instead.
But fate’s somehow been incredibly kind, because across the Roald Dahl Plass, there’s the TARDIS. “C’mon. One trip left in you, I think,” he says, entering the ship’s teleport basecode. Then he jumps. There, Jack pulls out his key, and lets himself inside. “Doctor?” he says, to the man at the console, who’s accompanied by a new girl.
“Captain. Re-fuelling stop,” he replies, looking over at Jack, and turning back to the console as quickly as he possibly can. There's a wince in there, too, maybe. What at, though? Jack wonders, as he inventories the new, regenerated Doctor. More hair, brown eyes, a suit, something like Rose’s accent, and still handsome.
The girl introduces herself as Martha Jones. Jack doesn’t get a chance to introduce himself properly to her, more’s the pity, as the TARDIS then starts going even more mad than usual.
“The year 100 trillion!” the Doctor says, staring at the monitor.
“Hell of a lot further than 200,100,” Jack replies. “How long ago was that for you? And where’s Rose?”
“Not now, Jack! We’re going to the end of the universe!”
3. Human Nature
He’s being demanded to “change back”, but Mr Smith has no idea what Baines is talking about.
“Which one of them do you want us to kill?” the boy asks, as Jenny and Mr Clark hold weapons to Martha and Joan. Then there’s a pair of golden shimmers, and two men appear, out of thin air. “Your friend or your lover?”
“How about neither of them?” a half familiar man, with a somewhat American accent says. “Time Agents, people. Stand aside, if you please.” Then he trains a sonic blaster on Jenny.
What? Where did that come from? He doesn’t know that term!
But apparently he does. Something else for the “Journal of Impossible Things”, it would appear.
“And why don’t one of you Aubertides tell us where the Vortex Manipulator you stole from Agent 270 is?” a London voice says, a revolver trained on Mr Clark. “Thanks for sending us her body, though.” He cocks the revolver, when no answer is offered.
Somehow, Martha manages to wrestle away the alien weapon pointed at her head, and tells everyone to get out. Mr Smith watches her, and has the distinct feeling that he’s seriously underestimated this dark-skinned girl. She shouldn’t be his maid, he knows she shouldn’t.
But whatever she should be is hidden, locked away, half remembered.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re good,” the man with the London accent says to Martha. “Isn’t she good?” he asks his partner. “Good-looking, too.”
“Yeah, fabulous,” the possibly American man says, distractedly. “Now, let’s try again. Where’s the Vortex Manipulator you stole?”
Your friend or your lover?
A daydream, or maybe a memory comes to Mr Smith.
They were in the console room. Jack had him pressed up against a coral strut and kissed him; long, slow and deep.
“You gonna finally let me take you to bed, Doctor?”
“That’s rather tame, for you, Captain.”
“Yeah. I know.” Jack found that wicked smile of his, offered another kiss and asked again, in his more usual manner.
“It would be in your best interests to give the gentlemen the information they require, I believe,” he tells the... aliens. Then Martha tells him to go, to look after Joan.
“Have you not discovered our ship?” Baines asks the Time Agents.
“Sweet Goddesses, of course we have. You really didn’t hide it particularly well. Not very pretty, is it, all that bright green?”
“But because you stole from one of our own, we just wanted to do this the very hard way, that’s all.”
As he goes, despite the fact he knows relations between men are illegal, Mr Smith can’t help thinking about how handsome the American Time Agent is. He hides these thoughts away, and focuses on ensuring Joan’s safety.
4. The End of the World
Like the area of Earth’s Greece the colony was named after, Arcadia is farmland, all biodomes, terraformed fields and water. Well, it was, because the Dalek fleet’s just arrived in its skies, prepared to exterminate yet another planet, create another casualty of the Time War.
He can’t save them. Arcadia falls, he knows. All he can do is get back to the TARDIS, and leave. And not look back. He never looks back.
As the Doctor walks back to his ship, he hears a male voice behind him. “Is there anything we can do, Time Lord?” He looks back.
“Picked up you and your TARDIS on my Vortex Manipulator,” the young man says, displaying his wrist. “Time Agent.”
“Arcadia falls, Time Agent. Surely you know that?”
“It falls fighting, though. Surely you know that?”
“Yes. I know. But I don’t fight.”
“Guess I’ll do the fighting, then,” he says, unholstering a sonic blaster.
“Very well, Time Agent.”
“Captain Jack Harkness, actually,” the man says, offering his hand.
“The Doctor,” he replies, shaking Jack’s hand.
“Pleased to meet you, Doctor. Love the hair, y’know. Think you could stand to lose the Edwardian gear, though.”
Despite himself, the Doctor smiles. “I’ll see what else the TARDIS can provide me with, Jack. Would you like to see her?”
“Yeah!”
“Come with me, then.”
5. Fragments
In 1899, Jack says, “No,” to Emily and Alice, and doesn’t join Torchwood Cardiff. They’ve seen his body, the psychotic bitches, can’t they work out how he can earn money? It won’t be the first time he’s done that, either.
Or the last, most probably.
Everyone, girls and boys, wants some action with Captain Jack Harkness.
The young girl and her tarot cards told him he had a hell of a long time to wait for the Doctor, so Jack figures he may as well do something else he knows he’s good at, in the meantime.
***
Ten years later, he’s got his own business. Gorgeous girls and beautiful boys, all selling sex. Jack looks after every single one of them, makes sure no-one risks themselves too much. They’re all a little broken, but it could be worse, they could be completely on their own. At least with him, they’re relatively safe.
***
It’s a Thursday in February of 2008 when Gwen, with her lovely breasts, and Ioan, with his fabulous rugby player’s body, come rushing into Jack’s office.
“The blue box is on the Plass!” Gwen tells him, breathlessly.
“Then I’ve gotta go, people.”
“When will you be back, Jack?” Ioan asks.
“When I’ve got my answers. You two OK holding the fort for me?”
“Of course we are,” Gwen replies.
Jack kisses them goodbye, hard, fast, on the lips, and leaves. He loves his partners, yes, but he still loves the Doctor, too, and he’s waited a very long time to see him again.
-end-
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
dwfiction
better_with_3
tenmarthajack
roguetimeagents
Teaspoon
Zero Room