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400-word Doctor Who ficlet, Professor Yana/Jack
Good Company
Fandom: Doctor Who
Prompt: 169 What if . . . ?
Rating: PG
Pairing: Professor Yana/Jack
Disclaimer: Russell, the Beeb, Moffat, whoever it is, it isn’t me.
After waking from a painful sleep, Jack found out three things: his manipulator was broken, Chanto and Professor Yana saved his life, and he was on the planet Malcassairo in an impossible year. He’d almost cried out of frustration the first day, but things improved. They were kind people, and, in exchange for doing some menial tasks, Jack was given the necessities for repairing his manipulator. He’d see the Doctor again.
A week in, and Jack was already wondering what the etiquette for courting was at the end of the Universe.
“Chan-there is great progress on the rocket-tho.”
“Yeah, Blue. Looks like you’ll get off this rock soon.”
“You won’t be coming with us?”
“Sorry, Professor. I’ve got to find my Doctor.”
“I see.”
Jack didn’t have to wonder long; Yana made the first move.
“Stay with me.”
“I can’t.”
“Oh, not this Doctor of yours! He gives me such a headache! Jack, if he actually cared, he would track you down.”
“He’s no way of knowing I survived! I have to get back.”
“Humor an old man, Jack. I haven’t got long.”
“You’ve got all the way to Utopia.”
“It’s a fool’s story, and you know it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I am, too.”
When it finally looked as though he got the piece of Time Agency junk working, he kissed Chanto’s cheek and gave Yana a proper snog and a pinch on his bum before punching the button home.
He ended up three hours ahead and three feet to the left. Yana was certainly pleased, if his smile was anything to go by, and Chanto greeted him warmly. Jack hated to admit it, but a part of him was glad, as well.
“Jack, you’ll die.”
“But they won’t! Don’t you see, Yana? This is the end of all civilization, of the whole Universe! They’ve only got one chance. Myths aren’t the worst you could believe in.”
“The radiation!”
“Trust me. I’ve got this gut feeling. Please, Professor. Open the door.”
“Jack.”
“Trust me.”
“. . . Good luck, Captain.”
“See you in hell, Professor.”
Yana held him as he professed everything: the Time Agency, the Doctor, Rose, the TARDIS, the Game Station, the Daleks, dying, coming back. Yana held him as he cried, despite his will not to. Yana held him as he wondered if he would ever die. Yana held him until he fell asleep.
Things would improve tomorrow.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Prompt: 169 What if . . . ?
Rating: PG
Pairing: Professor Yana/Jack
Disclaimer: Russell, the Beeb, Moffat, whoever it is, it isn’t me.
After waking from a painful sleep, Jack found out three things: his manipulator was broken, Chanto and Professor Yana saved his life, and he was on the planet Malcassairo in an impossible year. He’d almost cried out of frustration the first day, but things improved. They were kind people, and, in exchange for doing some menial tasks, Jack was given the necessities for repairing his manipulator. He’d see the Doctor again.
A week in, and Jack was already wondering what the etiquette for courting was at the end of the Universe.
“Chan-there is great progress on the rocket-tho.”
“Yeah, Blue. Looks like you’ll get off this rock soon.”
“You won’t be coming with us?”
“Sorry, Professor. I’ve got to find my Doctor.”
“I see.”
Jack didn’t have to wonder long; Yana made the first move.
“Stay with me.”
“I can’t.”
“Oh, not this Doctor of yours! He gives me such a headache! Jack, if he actually cared, he would track you down.”
“He’s no way of knowing I survived! I have to get back.”
“Humor an old man, Jack. I haven’t got long.”
“You’ve got all the way to Utopia.”
“It’s a fool’s story, and you know it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I am, too.”
When it finally looked as though he got the piece of Time Agency junk working, he kissed Chanto’s cheek and gave Yana a proper snog and a pinch on his bum before punching the button home.
He ended up three hours ahead and three feet to the left. Yana was certainly pleased, if his smile was anything to go by, and Chanto greeted him warmly. Jack hated to admit it, but a part of him was glad, as well.
“Jack, you’ll die.”
“But they won’t! Don’t you see, Yana? This is the end of all civilization, of the whole Universe! They’ve only got one chance. Myths aren’t the worst you could believe in.”
“The radiation!”
“Trust me. I’ve got this gut feeling. Please, Professor. Open the door.”
“Jack.”
“Trust me.”
“. . . Good luck, Captain.”
“See you in hell, Professor.”
Yana held him as he professed everything: the Time Agency, the Doctor, Rose, the TARDIS, the Game Station, the Daleks, dying, coming back. Yana held him as he cried, despite his will not to. Yana held him as he wondered if he would ever die. Yana held him until he fell asleep.
Things would improve tomorrow.