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Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Doctor
Disclaimer: RTD gets paid to be a fan. I don't.
On her forty-third hour without sleep, something stirs her out of her daze. She drags her eyes open wider, and is able to make out a tall, thin man in a suit on the other side of Jack. It doesn’t occur to her to alert the team.
“Hello,” the man whispers, but not to her. She watches him watch Jack. The tiny part of her mind that still dreams of unicorns and fairy godmothers, has a hope that this stranger is here to help Jack. That hope strengthens when the man bends down to kiss Jack’s forehead. She sees Jack’s chest move, just once, and slowly straightens in her seat.
“Who are you?” She asks. The tiny part of her that remembers dressing in princess gowns and kissing frogs already knows.
The man doesn’t move away from Jack, even though she knows he knows she is there. Instead, he kisses him again, fully on the lips. The tiny part of her that searched for Prince Charming gazes in wonder as something glows just underneath the surface of Jack’s body.
Instinctively, her hand tightens around Jack’s arm. It is slightly warmer than before.
“You should get some sleep,” the man says to her, finally. His hand has not moved from Jack’s stomach.
“He’ll be fine,” he reassures her, and then turns to leave.
The tiny part of her that thinks in "what if"s in order to make happy endings wants to ask this man (this right kind of doctor) to stay, but her head is already lying on Jack’s chest.
She dreams of a war-torn London, people in gas masks, and tiny orbs of light. She feels happy as she spins round and round, in time with old music, and she waits to wake up. Jack will wake with her, soon.
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Doctor
Disclaimer: RTD gets paid to be a fan. I don't.
On her forty-third hour without sleep, something stirs her out of her daze. She drags her eyes open wider, and is able to make out a tall, thin man in a suit on the other side of Jack. It doesn’t occur to her to alert the team.
“Hello,” the man whispers, but not to her. She watches him watch Jack. The tiny part of her mind that still dreams of unicorns and fairy godmothers, has a hope that this stranger is here to help Jack. That hope strengthens when the man bends down to kiss Jack’s forehead. She sees Jack’s chest move, just once, and slowly straightens in her seat.
“Who are you?” She asks. The tiny part of her that remembers dressing in princess gowns and kissing frogs already knows.
The man doesn’t move away from Jack, even though she knows he knows she is there. Instead, he kisses him again, fully on the lips. The tiny part of her that searched for Prince Charming gazes in wonder as something glows just underneath the surface of Jack’s body.
Instinctively, her hand tightens around Jack’s arm. It is slightly warmer than before.
“You should get some sleep,” the man says to her, finally. His hand has not moved from Jack’s stomach.
“He’ll be fine,” he reassures her, and then turns to leave.
The tiny part of her that thinks in "what if"s in order to make happy endings wants to ask this man (this right kind of doctor) to stay, but her head is already lying on Jack’s chest.
She dreams of a war-torn London, people in gas masks, and tiny orbs of light. She feels happy as she spins round and round, in time with old music, and she waits to wake up. Jack will wake with her, soon.
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