Dumb Luck: Jack/Nine, NC-17
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Title: Dumb Luck
Fandom: Doctor Who
Author: Becky_H
Pairing: Jack/Nine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 2,500-ish.
Warnings: Bondage/Discipline, Dominance/Submission, Sadism/Masochism, electricity-play and a mind fuck. All safe, sane, consensual and caring, thank you.
Beta: Much adoration and many thanks to Matsujo9 and unfeathered
Summary: Set before Boomtown. Jack gets himself into trouble. The Doctor gets him out - sort of. Shameless PWP and use of cliché.
Author's Notes: Written for the Multi-fandom Porn-a-thon. A short follow up can be found Here
"How the hell do you get yourself into these messes?" the Doctor murmured in Jack's ear.
"Sheer dumb luck," Jack replied without hesitation. "How do you always know?"
"Sheer dumb, anyway," the Doctor growled softly and got an unapologetic grin from Jack for his trouble.
The problem with wandering about unknown cities on unknown planets in search of fun and games, Jack had discovered, was that sometimes you found them. Which wasn’t really a problem unless you became the entertainment. Then things could get a little sticky.
A little sticky was a good description of where Jack's evening had been headed, what with the being naked and on his knees in the center of a garish red room that had mirrors on three walls and the ceiling and with a pair of silver cuffs locked around his wrists, linked by a couple of inches of chain which was stronger than it looked.
The Doctor had dropped to one knee behind Jack, close enough for Jack to feel him breathe, but hadn't touched him during the soft banter. When Jack felt the first touch of fingers against his wrist, right at the cuff, he snapped his head up and looked at the Doctor in the mirror. "Don't…" he began.
Before he could finish his warning, the Doctor's tampering set off a jolt of electricity that traveled up Jack's arms and shoulders and down his back. His fingers involuntarily curled into fists as he inhaled sharply and held the breath until the sensation had passed. "…do that," he finished as he exhaled. "They're armed."
The Doctor moved his hand from Jack's wrist to his shoulder. When their gazes met in the mirror, the Doctor smiled very, very, slightly. "You don't say."
That wasn't a question. Jack answered it, anyway. "Yeah, actually I do. That hurt."
"No, it didn't."
"Yeah, Doctor. It really did."
The Doctor shook his head. "No, it didn't."
"All right, I'll play along. Why not?"
The Doctor gave him one of Those Looks in the mirror and nodded slightly downward.
Jack looked down along his own body. He was hard. He looked back up to the Doctor and twitched his eyebrow up. "Hey! I'm naked, on my knees, and you're behind me. What did you expect, disinterest?"
The Doctor looked back, unflinching and steady. "You're tied up in a brothel whose clientele is primarily composed of eight-metre tall aliens. I expect not to have to explain why I think you're an idiot … again."
Something about his tone and the way he was looking at Jack in the mirror got to Jack. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yes, sir."
The Doctor squeezed Jack’s shoulder in a gesture of gentle approval. His expression softened and he swept his thumb back and forth across Jack's skin. "Good."
It distracted Jack so completely that he didn't notice what the Doctor was doing with his other hand until he felt the upward tug on the chain that held his wrists together. He barely had time to register that the Doctor must have looped his index finger through the chain before the electricity stole his attention and his breath away.
Jack didn't complain this time -- it was clearly a deliberate act -- but he gasped, jumped and closed his eyes. His arousal didn't flag at all; the Doctor was right, the shock really was more startling than painful.
Before he'd had time to catch his breath, the Doctor moved his hand from Jack’s shoulder, along the outside of his arm and around his waist. He dragged the tips of his fingers along the length of Jack's cock, frustratingly lightly. Jack gasped again, this time for a completely different reason, and this time it turned into a groan. "You're going to kill me," he panted softly.
"Probably," the Doctor agreed in a distracted tone that worried Jack. He moved his fingertips up, back over Jack's stomach, along the line of his sternum and stopped briefly at the hollow of Jack's throat.
Jack swallowed against the light pressure and opened his eyes. The Doctor was looking at him in the mirror, expression intense. When he noticed Jack watching he grinned briefly and his tone focused and became lighter. "Eventually, even. But not today."
The Doctor slid his hand around to Jack's shoulder, up high near his neck, and pressed forward. The grip was firm enough to keep Jack from falling but he was still pushed off balance. He tensed up and pulled at the restraints as he instinctively fought to stay upright.
"Jack." The Doctor was so close that Jack could feel his lips moving against his ear. His voice was quiet and amused but there was a hint of a no-nonsense edge, too.
Jack sought the Doctor's eyes in the mirror, but he didn't relax. "What?"
"Spread your knees apart, exhibit a little faith and lean forward." The emphasis on the last part was slight but unmistakable.
Jack's eyes widened. "Here? Now?" He didn’t ask if the Doctor was joking, but he certainly thought it.
"No time like the present." The Doctor flashed a grin but there was a steely glint in his eyes that told Jack, loud and clear, that he wasn't fucking around -- or in any mood to be fucked with, either.
Time seemed almost to stop during the few seconds Jack was able to meet the Doctor's eyes in the mirror. There was a sense of being precariously balanced on the edge of an endless drop and the feeling that, whichever direction he chose to fall, it was the most important decision he would ever make.
Jack inclined his head to the side and listened to his heart, a little too fast and a little too hard. He knew that a strong enough jolt from the slim bracelets, the metal warmed by his skin, could stop it in its tracks. Stop it cold. Dead.
He closed his eyes and as he took a deep breath, his back brushed against the Doctor's chest. He could feel every slow breath the Doctor took and knew that all he had to do was lean back a fraction of an inch, just shift his weight backward, and he'd be held up, supported. He might even be forgiven.
The Doctor squeezed the back of Jack’s neck carefully and then rested his hand there open and loose, releasing Jack to move in whichever direction he chose.
Jack made his choice.
He pushed his legs outward against the resistance of the thick, soft carpet, exhibited a little faith and leaned forward. The Doctor's hand on his shoulder and his own stomach muscles controlled his descent enough to protect his nose and keep the cuffs from being jerked enough to go off again.
"All right?" The Doctor asked when Jack opened his eyes again.
Jack thought about the question -- really thought about it -- though not for very long. His shoulders, back and hips were a bit strained, but the carpet under his knees and face was well padded. He'd be able to hold the position for a while before it got uncomfortable. "Yeah," he answered. "I'm good."
The Doctor stood and moved away from Jack to undress. It was probably, Jack realized with a start, the first time he'd really seen the Doctor like this -- stripping himself. Naked.
On his knees and with his hands restrained, Jack couldn't get up and touch, or help. Urgency and arousal were leashed by uncertainty and not-quite fear of the cuffs.
All he could do was watch the Doctor remove one layer of clothing at a time, retrieve a bottle of lube from his coat pocket and walk back toward him. Watch while the Doctor settled behind Jack and watch while he slicked two fingers.
"You don't have…" Jack started.
His words were cut off as much by his own deep groan when the Doctor sank his fingers smoothly into him and twisted. "Shut it, Captain."
Jack pushed back very slightly as the Doctor withdrew his fingers most of the way. He watched the Doctor, watched himself in the wall of mirrors, letting arousal have him but not sinking completely because there were still those cuffs and the threat of their bite.
He watched the Doctor's thumb loop over the chain, felt his heart leap with fear, anticipating the shock.
The Doctor pushed his fingers back into Jack, the chain pulled tight and just as his fingers pressed against Jack's prostate, the cuffs delivered their warning. Inside and out, up his spine and down, spiraling outward to spark off every nerve in his body. His fingers curled, his back arched. Jack saw white, then red, and then he remembered to breathe.
The Doctor smiled faintly, repeated the move before Jack could speak, before he could flinch, before he could do anything but have that dual shock repeated over and over until he was gasping and shaking. Until Jack realized that he was still anticipating the tug of the chain and bite of the current into his arms -- but not because he was afraid of it.
His eyes were closed when the Doctor pulled his fingers free and Jack's heart began to slow from its frantic pace. He kept them closed, took one clean breath and shifted his position slightly, stretching muscles that were just starting to lock and seriously, seriously, thought about begging.
He'd just gotten the "Doctor" out when he felt the cool of the Doctor's thighs against his, a hand that felt even colder pressed against the center of his overheated back. At the nudge of the Doctor's cock, he spread his legs further and made a low, impatient noise at the back of his throat.
"Don't make me gag you, Captain," the Doctor said. He sounded impatient too but Jack didn't need the mirror to know there was also a smile there, somewhere.
The Doctor curled his hand around Jack's hip and pushed forward, holding Jack steady and not letting him push back. As he sank into Jack, he hooked his fingers through the chain again and pulled back, slow, steady and perfectly paced with his thrust.
The tingle began slowly and built to something Jack didn't quite think he could take, something that knocked the breath out of him. When the Doctor slowly began to withdraw and the jolting shock of current eased off, he could breathe again.
It repeated, again and again, every time the Doctor moved into Jack, the slow build arcing into something that made Jack cry out, arch and shift back into the sensation and the Doctor's cock. Every time, the build-up moved just a bit faster with less time between. It repeated until his heart was racing, his head was spinning and his skin felt like it was on fire.
The Doctor moved his hand from Jack’s hip and circled his fingers around Jack's cock, thumb just brushing at the head. Jack made a low, desperate sound and lunged helplessly into the Doctor's rough hand.
The Doctor yanked the chain fast and hard, wrapped the links around his fingers and held it there, one constant screaming jolt of current that fed into Jack's orgasm and made him scream until he ran out of air.
After that, Jack was only dimly aware. He felt the Doctor's climax as one more sensation, jerking hard and whimpering in response to the extra stimulus to his already over-stimulated body. When the Doctor withdrew, Jack collapsed entirely, his pulse racing, his lungs burning and his vision graying.
He opened his eyes and stared in the mirror. He could see the Doctor stand and move to where he'd left his clothes. He watched the Doctor pull on his jeans and jumper, and come back, coat in hand, to where Jack sprawled.
He saw, he watched, but he didn't really process any of it as real until he felt the Doctor's hand on his forearms, steadying them. He heard the sonic screwdriver, felt the click of the clasps unfastening and the cuffs sliding off his arms.
The Doctor sat with Jack and briskly rubbed circulation back into Jack's arms. He didn't speak until Jack's breathing was normal and his pulse almost calm. "Come on. Rose will be wondering what's keeping us."
"I don't know where my clothes are," Jack admitted as he rolled off his back and sat up.
The Doctor stood up and walked across the room, palmed open one of the mirrored walls to reveal a closet. He pulled out Jack's slacks and tossed them to him. "The rest are in there. Get dressed while I check the hall."
Jack was still rattled when he caught the trousers, but not so much that he missed the Doctor slipping the silver cuffs into the pocket of his leather coat as he walked out of the room. Jack heard the door click behind him, and knew it would be locked. He rubbed his eyes, raked a hand through his hair and then got dressed.
By the time the Doctor came back, Jack looked mostly composed and definitely ready to get out of there.
He kept his hands buried deep in his coat pockets and his eyes down as they made their way outside. He didn’t break the silence until they were out of sight of the garish red and gleaming gold of the building. "You could have killed me."
The Doctor shook his head. "I could have, but not the way you're thinking."
"What do you mean?" Jack hadn't quite stopped looking at the ground instead of the Doctor, but he was working his way back toward eye contact.
The Doctor slipped his hands into his pockets and looked up at the blue and silver globe of a street lamp, then past it into the star field of an alien sky. "You went looking for trouble tonight, Captain, and you came close to finding more than you bargained for. These?"
The Doctor pulled one hand free and the cuffs that had bound Jack earlier dangled in the cool glow of the lamp’s light. They looked deceptively pretty, slightly alluring and damned near seductive.
"Static. Hell of a shock, but harmless."
"You weren't playing with my life," Jack realized.
"No," the Doctor told him, pocketing the cuffs again. "You were. And if you do it again, I promise you won't like the results."
Jack didn't doubt him. He nodded and inclined his head toward the street. The Doctor returned the nod and started walking again.
The TARDIS was in sight when Jack asked: "Can I have those?"
"What for?" the Doctor asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry, nothing stupid. Just an idea I've got. Might even come in handy some day." He grinned, the smile a little pleading.
The Doctor hesitated, but stopped outside the police box to retrieve them the cuffs and hold them out to Jack. "Let me know what you come up with."
Jack took them, his hand under the Doctor's. The Doctor didn't let go and Jack knew, this time, what the Doctor was waiting for. "I promise. You'll be the first to know."
The Doctor let Jack have them and unlocked the TARDIS. He held the door open for Jack. "I'd better be," he murmured just as the door closed behind them.
Title: Dumb Luck
Fandom: Doctor Who
Author: Becky_H
Pairing: Jack/Nine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 2,500-ish.
Warnings: Bondage/Discipline, Dominance/Submission, Sadism/Masochism, electricity-play and a mind fuck. All safe, sane, consensual and caring, thank you.
Beta: Much adoration and many thanks to Matsujo9 and unfeathered
Summary: Set before Boomtown. Jack gets himself into trouble. The Doctor gets him out - sort of. Shameless PWP and use of cliché.
Author's Notes: Written for the Multi-fandom Porn-a-thon. A short follow up can be found Here
"How the hell do you get yourself into these messes?" the Doctor murmured in Jack's ear.
"Sheer dumb luck," Jack replied without hesitation. "How do you always know?"
"Sheer dumb, anyway," the Doctor growled softly and got an unapologetic grin from Jack for his trouble.
The problem with wandering about unknown cities on unknown planets in search of fun and games, Jack had discovered, was that sometimes you found them. Which wasn’t really a problem unless you became the entertainment. Then things could get a little sticky.
A little sticky was a good description of where Jack's evening had been headed, what with the being naked and on his knees in the center of a garish red room that had mirrors on three walls and the ceiling and with a pair of silver cuffs locked around his wrists, linked by a couple of inches of chain which was stronger than it looked.
The Doctor had dropped to one knee behind Jack, close enough for Jack to feel him breathe, but hadn't touched him during the soft banter. When Jack felt the first touch of fingers against his wrist, right at the cuff, he snapped his head up and looked at the Doctor in the mirror. "Don't…" he began.
Before he could finish his warning, the Doctor's tampering set off a jolt of electricity that traveled up Jack's arms and shoulders and down his back. His fingers involuntarily curled into fists as he inhaled sharply and held the breath until the sensation had passed. "…do that," he finished as he exhaled. "They're armed."
The Doctor moved his hand from Jack's wrist to his shoulder. When their gazes met in the mirror, the Doctor smiled very, very, slightly. "You don't say."
That wasn't a question. Jack answered it, anyway. "Yeah, actually I do. That hurt."
"No, it didn't."
"Yeah, Doctor. It really did."
The Doctor shook his head. "No, it didn't."
"All right, I'll play along. Why not?"
The Doctor gave him one of Those Looks in the mirror and nodded slightly downward.
Jack looked down along his own body. He was hard. He looked back up to the Doctor and twitched his eyebrow up. "Hey! I'm naked, on my knees, and you're behind me. What did you expect, disinterest?"
The Doctor looked back, unflinching and steady. "You're tied up in a brothel whose clientele is primarily composed of eight-metre tall aliens. I expect not to have to explain why I think you're an idiot … again."
Something about his tone and the way he was looking at Jack in the mirror got to Jack. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yes, sir."
The Doctor squeezed Jack’s shoulder in a gesture of gentle approval. His expression softened and he swept his thumb back and forth across Jack's skin. "Good."
It distracted Jack so completely that he didn't notice what the Doctor was doing with his other hand until he felt the upward tug on the chain that held his wrists together. He barely had time to register that the Doctor must have looped his index finger through the chain before the electricity stole his attention and his breath away.
Jack didn't complain this time -- it was clearly a deliberate act -- but he gasped, jumped and closed his eyes. His arousal didn't flag at all; the Doctor was right, the shock really was more startling than painful.
Before he'd had time to catch his breath, the Doctor moved his hand from Jack’s shoulder, along the outside of his arm and around his waist. He dragged the tips of his fingers along the length of Jack's cock, frustratingly lightly. Jack gasped again, this time for a completely different reason, and this time it turned into a groan. "You're going to kill me," he panted softly.
"Probably," the Doctor agreed in a distracted tone that worried Jack. He moved his fingertips up, back over Jack's stomach, along the line of his sternum and stopped briefly at the hollow of Jack's throat.
Jack swallowed against the light pressure and opened his eyes. The Doctor was looking at him in the mirror, expression intense. When he noticed Jack watching he grinned briefly and his tone focused and became lighter. "Eventually, even. But not today."
The Doctor slid his hand around to Jack's shoulder, up high near his neck, and pressed forward. The grip was firm enough to keep Jack from falling but he was still pushed off balance. He tensed up and pulled at the restraints as he instinctively fought to stay upright.
"Jack." The Doctor was so close that Jack could feel his lips moving against his ear. His voice was quiet and amused but there was a hint of a no-nonsense edge, too.
Jack sought the Doctor's eyes in the mirror, but he didn't relax. "What?"
"Spread your knees apart, exhibit a little faith and lean forward." The emphasis on the last part was slight but unmistakable.
Jack's eyes widened. "Here? Now?" He didn’t ask if the Doctor was joking, but he certainly thought it.
"No time like the present." The Doctor flashed a grin but there was a steely glint in his eyes that told Jack, loud and clear, that he wasn't fucking around -- or in any mood to be fucked with, either.
Time seemed almost to stop during the few seconds Jack was able to meet the Doctor's eyes in the mirror. There was a sense of being precariously balanced on the edge of an endless drop and the feeling that, whichever direction he chose to fall, it was the most important decision he would ever make.
Jack inclined his head to the side and listened to his heart, a little too fast and a little too hard. He knew that a strong enough jolt from the slim bracelets, the metal warmed by his skin, could stop it in its tracks. Stop it cold. Dead.
He closed his eyes and as he took a deep breath, his back brushed against the Doctor's chest. He could feel every slow breath the Doctor took and knew that all he had to do was lean back a fraction of an inch, just shift his weight backward, and he'd be held up, supported. He might even be forgiven.
The Doctor squeezed the back of Jack’s neck carefully and then rested his hand there open and loose, releasing Jack to move in whichever direction he chose.
Jack made his choice.
He pushed his legs outward against the resistance of the thick, soft carpet, exhibited a little faith and leaned forward. The Doctor's hand on his shoulder and his own stomach muscles controlled his descent enough to protect his nose and keep the cuffs from being jerked enough to go off again.
"All right?" The Doctor asked when Jack opened his eyes again.
Jack thought about the question -- really thought about it -- though not for very long. His shoulders, back and hips were a bit strained, but the carpet under his knees and face was well padded. He'd be able to hold the position for a while before it got uncomfortable. "Yeah," he answered. "I'm good."
The Doctor stood and moved away from Jack to undress. It was probably, Jack realized with a start, the first time he'd really seen the Doctor like this -- stripping himself. Naked.
On his knees and with his hands restrained, Jack couldn't get up and touch, or help. Urgency and arousal were leashed by uncertainty and not-quite fear of the cuffs.
All he could do was watch the Doctor remove one layer of clothing at a time, retrieve a bottle of lube from his coat pocket and walk back toward him. Watch while the Doctor settled behind Jack and watch while he slicked two fingers.
"You don't have…" Jack started.
His words were cut off as much by his own deep groan when the Doctor sank his fingers smoothly into him and twisted. "Shut it, Captain."
Jack pushed back very slightly as the Doctor withdrew his fingers most of the way. He watched the Doctor, watched himself in the wall of mirrors, letting arousal have him but not sinking completely because there were still those cuffs and the threat of their bite.
He watched the Doctor's thumb loop over the chain, felt his heart leap with fear, anticipating the shock.
The Doctor pushed his fingers back into Jack, the chain pulled tight and just as his fingers pressed against Jack's prostate, the cuffs delivered their warning. Inside and out, up his spine and down, spiraling outward to spark off every nerve in his body. His fingers curled, his back arched. Jack saw white, then red, and then he remembered to breathe.
The Doctor smiled faintly, repeated the move before Jack could speak, before he could flinch, before he could do anything but have that dual shock repeated over and over until he was gasping and shaking. Until Jack realized that he was still anticipating the tug of the chain and bite of the current into his arms -- but not because he was afraid of it.
His eyes were closed when the Doctor pulled his fingers free and Jack's heart began to slow from its frantic pace. He kept them closed, took one clean breath and shifted his position slightly, stretching muscles that were just starting to lock and seriously, seriously, thought about begging.
He'd just gotten the "Doctor" out when he felt the cool of the Doctor's thighs against his, a hand that felt even colder pressed against the center of his overheated back. At the nudge of the Doctor's cock, he spread his legs further and made a low, impatient noise at the back of his throat.
"Don't make me gag you, Captain," the Doctor said. He sounded impatient too but Jack didn't need the mirror to know there was also a smile there, somewhere.
The Doctor curled his hand around Jack's hip and pushed forward, holding Jack steady and not letting him push back. As he sank into Jack, he hooked his fingers through the chain again and pulled back, slow, steady and perfectly paced with his thrust.
The tingle began slowly and built to something Jack didn't quite think he could take, something that knocked the breath out of him. When the Doctor slowly began to withdraw and the jolting shock of current eased off, he could breathe again.
It repeated, again and again, every time the Doctor moved into Jack, the slow build arcing into something that made Jack cry out, arch and shift back into the sensation and the Doctor's cock. Every time, the build-up moved just a bit faster with less time between. It repeated until his heart was racing, his head was spinning and his skin felt like it was on fire.
The Doctor moved his hand from Jack’s hip and circled his fingers around Jack's cock, thumb just brushing at the head. Jack made a low, desperate sound and lunged helplessly into the Doctor's rough hand.
The Doctor yanked the chain fast and hard, wrapped the links around his fingers and held it there, one constant screaming jolt of current that fed into Jack's orgasm and made him scream until he ran out of air.
After that, Jack was only dimly aware. He felt the Doctor's climax as one more sensation, jerking hard and whimpering in response to the extra stimulus to his already over-stimulated body. When the Doctor withdrew, Jack collapsed entirely, his pulse racing, his lungs burning and his vision graying.
He opened his eyes and stared in the mirror. He could see the Doctor stand and move to where he'd left his clothes. He watched the Doctor pull on his jeans and jumper, and come back, coat in hand, to where Jack sprawled.
He saw, he watched, but he didn't really process any of it as real until he felt the Doctor's hand on his forearms, steadying them. He heard the sonic screwdriver, felt the click of the clasps unfastening and the cuffs sliding off his arms.
The Doctor sat with Jack and briskly rubbed circulation back into Jack's arms. He didn't speak until Jack's breathing was normal and his pulse almost calm. "Come on. Rose will be wondering what's keeping us."
"I don't know where my clothes are," Jack admitted as he rolled off his back and sat up.
The Doctor stood up and walked across the room, palmed open one of the mirrored walls to reveal a closet. He pulled out Jack's slacks and tossed them to him. "The rest are in there. Get dressed while I check the hall."
Jack was still rattled when he caught the trousers, but not so much that he missed the Doctor slipping the silver cuffs into the pocket of his leather coat as he walked out of the room. Jack heard the door click behind him, and knew it would be locked. He rubbed his eyes, raked a hand through his hair and then got dressed.
By the time the Doctor came back, Jack looked mostly composed and definitely ready to get out of there.
He kept his hands buried deep in his coat pockets and his eyes down as they made their way outside. He didn’t break the silence until they were out of sight of the garish red and gleaming gold of the building. "You could have killed me."
The Doctor shook his head. "I could have, but not the way you're thinking."
"What do you mean?" Jack hadn't quite stopped looking at the ground instead of the Doctor, but he was working his way back toward eye contact.
The Doctor slipped his hands into his pockets and looked up at the blue and silver globe of a street lamp, then past it into the star field of an alien sky. "You went looking for trouble tonight, Captain, and you came close to finding more than you bargained for. These?"
The Doctor pulled one hand free and the cuffs that had bound Jack earlier dangled in the cool glow of the lamp’s light. They looked deceptively pretty, slightly alluring and damned near seductive.
"Static. Hell of a shock, but harmless."
"You weren't playing with my life," Jack realized.
"No," the Doctor told him, pocketing the cuffs again. "You were. And if you do it again, I promise you won't like the results."
Jack didn't doubt him. He nodded and inclined his head toward the street. The Doctor returned the nod and started walking again.
The TARDIS was in sight when Jack asked: "Can I have those?"
"What for?" the Doctor asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry, nothing stupid. Just an idea I've got. Might even come in handy some day." He grinned, the smile a little pleading.
The Doctor hesitated, but stopped outside the police box to retrieve them the cuffs and hold them out to Jack. "Let me know what you come up with."
Jack took them, his hand under the Doctor's. The Doctor didn't let go and Jack knew, this time, what the Doctor was waiting for. "I promise. You'll be the first to know."
The Doctor let Jack have them and unlocked the TARDIS. He held the door open for Jack. "I'd better be," he murmured just as the door closed behind them.