The Times They Could've Had
Title: The Times They Could've Had - Part 1
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness, Captain John Hart
Summary: A plot bunny that bit me after I rewatched "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang". What if Owen's comment of "Oh great, another Jack." was more accurate than originally thought?
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Warning: Some of the upcoming chapters contain DARK themes, swearing and sexual content
Disclaimer:I don't own anything you recognize. They belong to big companies with expensive lawyers. I'm just borrowing for a little bit and making no money.
“What I want is for you to come to your senses. Join me Jack. Back in the old routine. We’d be emperors. How can you stay tied to one planet when there are thousands of worlds, sparkling with wonder? We should be up there, among the stars, claiming them for our own. Just like before.”
Jack tries to school his features into not showing his smile.
John notices, however. “What? I leave my fly open or something?” He makes a show of checking.
“No,” Jack says as he smiles. “That was so romantic; I’d have to be crazy to say no.” He lets out a short chuckle. “I set this up. I heard you were after the Arcadian diamond. Which, by the way, isn’t here, it’s a DNA bomb inside. And so, instead of trying to find you with my wrist strap which the Doctor oh so nicely fixed for me.” Jack leans closer to whisper, “Between you and me, I put on a fake one for the Doc to ‘unfix’.” Jack pulls away and winks conspiringly. “Anyways, I was able to pull it all here. And viola.” Jack flips out his hands. “Not bad for a day’s work, eh?”
“So then was all that before? All the “I don’t want you in my territory” and “we do this, you get outta here”?”
Jack waves it off. “Psssh. Posturing for my team. Plus, I wanted to see if you were still the same ol’ you before I risked everything to go with you. Little side note, you didn’t really need to work over my team like how I’m guessing you did.”
“Hey, if it’s any consolation, I didn’t hurt Ianto.” John offers up.
“Good. He’s a good fuck when you have nothing else to do. Anyways, what’re we doing just standing here? Let’s get going somewhere; I’ve had enough of Earth.” Jack finishes off in a mock whiny voice.
“Well dah-ling,” John drawls out, “how ‘bout we head to Xaniver. It’s spring break and there all sorts of Polyrans with mommy and daddy’s money.” John smile and programs his wrist strap. “First, however, I want to get my weapons from your Hub.”
“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Jack says as he steps towards John and pulls him into a passionate kiss as they disappear.
Title: The Times They Could've Had - Part 2
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness, Captain John Hart
“Oh… god” Jack moans.
A Zyboran police man hears him and goes slithering around the corner, thinking someone is hurt. What he sees is one of the worst things for a sexually repressed planet. Two men doing… that! On someone’s deck table, none the less!
The police officer shudders, “Uh, sirs?” he says, trying to get their attention unsuccessfully. “You, uh, can’t be doing that here. Section 1.3 states that two people cannot publicly do… uh, have… intimate encounters in public.” He finishes redundantly while wringing his hands together nervously.
All Jack has to say is a bunch of mumbled nonsense words as John repeatedly thrusts into that euphoria inducing point. Then, “John, I’m so… close.” As Jack hits climax.
John thrusts a few more times before reaching climax as well before slumping over to lie on top of Jack.
The Zyboran starts towards the two of them. “You two are under arrest for…”
John reaches for Jack’s gun lying beside them and props himself onto one arm to shoot the officer in the head. He then leans down to capture Jack’s lips in a long, fierce kiss. He pulls away, hovering mere inches from Jack’s face. “Wanna go again?”
Jack smirks.
Title: The Times They Could've Had - Part 3
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness, Captain John Hart, OFC,
A female Maffo is tied to a table in a dark room with no decorations. All eight arms spread out and the 2 legs tied straight out. Naked as the day she was born. Blue streaks of blood in stark contrast with the bright skin, standing testament to the previous torture.
A door opens and two human males stumble through. They’re wrapped in each other’s embrace and lost in a kiss that sends blood rushing to lower parts of their body.
“Why me? I thought *sniffle*, you loved me Jack.” She whispers the last part.
Jack reluctantly breaks away from John, with one last hasty kiss, and turns his charming smile onto her. A charming smile with just a hint of maniac. “Yrtnap,” he says in a slight scolding tone, “How can I love you when this man right here holds my heart and I, his?” He walks to the table and puts his face close to hers. He stage whispers, “You’re nothing to me. Nothing but a means to an end.”
“I’m tired of all this talk, babe. When can we get to the fun stuff?” John interrupts with a whiny voice.
Jack pulls away and turns to look at John who is leaning against the wall, one foot propped up.
John kicks off from the wall and walks towards the other side of the table. He stuffs a rag into her mouth and tapes it down. “I don’t want to hear your high pitched voice while we have our fun.” He says as he leans on his side of the table.
Jack pushes the tray of tools to the section of table above Yrtnap’s head. “Where should we start? Oooh, you know, we haven’t gotten to pulling the finger nails yet. We even have 8 hands to work on. Then we can slowly hack off hands and feet. Oh, and your nice perky boobs. Then, if you still haven’t told us the security number, I guess we’ll just have to resort to sodomizing you. How about with a machete? I’m so excited to get started.” Jack smiles like a child on Christmas day and rubs his hands together. He starts for the needle nose pliers.
Yrtnap’s eyes go wide with fear.
John smirks with glee.
Jack then stops, face falling into seriousness and he holds up his index finger. “Wait, I think we should give her a chance to stop all this by giving us the number. It’s what the Doctor would have wanted.”
John looks at him in confusion but not saying anything. Wanting to see where this plays out to.
Jack takes the tape off her mouth and pulls the rag out.
“5413627 Delta Whiskey Foxtrot. That’s the code.” She says, desperation taking hold of her voice.
“John, write that down.” Jack says as John complies, “Then put it somewhere safe, we don’t want any blood getting all over it.”
“What? What does that mean?” Yrtnap asks worriedly.
“Oh, honey, you really thought we’d let you go?” Jack asks.
“But I gave you the number. That meant you were going to stop.” She says, fear taking over her body once again.
“No no, it just meant you had a chance to stop it. Now, I suppose I’ll be nice and there will be no rape with machete.” Jack says in a patronizing tone.
John smiles a wicked smile. He grabs another set of pliers and gets to work on the toe nails as Jack works on the first hand. Screams heard by none but those in the room.
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness, Captain John Hart
Summary: A plot bunny that bit me after I rewatched "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang". What if Owen's comment of "Oh great, another Jack." was more accurate than originally thought?
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Warning: Some of the upcoming chapters contain DARK themes, swearing and sexual content
Disclaimer:I don't own anything you recognize. They belong to big companies with expensive lawyers. I'm just borrowing for a little bit and making no money.
“What I want is for you to come to your senses. Join me Jack. Back in the old routine. We’d be emperors. How can you stay tied to one planet when there are thousands of worlds, sparkling with wonder? We should be up there, among the stars, claiming them for our own. Just like before.”
Jack tries to school his features into not showing his smile.
John notices, however. “What? I leave my fly open or something?” He makes a show of checking.
“No,” Jack says as he smiles. “That was so romantic; I’d have to be crazy to say no.” He lets out a short chuckle. “I set this up. I heard you were after the Arcadian diamond. Which, by the way, isn’t here, it’s a DNA bomb inside. And so, instead of trying to find you with my wrist strap which the Doctor oh so nicely fixed for me.” Jack leans closer to whisper, “Between you and me, I put on a fake one for the Doc to ‘unfix’.” Jack pulls away and winks conspiringly. “Anyways, I was able to pull it all here. And viola.” Jack flips out his hands. “Not bad for a day’s work, eh?”
“So then was all that before? All the “I don’t want you in my territory” and “we do this, you get outta here”?”
Jack waves it off. “Psssh. Posturing for my team. Plus, I wanted to see if you were still the same ol’ you before I risked everything to go with you. Little side note, you didn’t really need to work over my team like how I’m guessing you did.”
“Hey, if it’s any consolation, I didn’t hurt Ianto.” John offers up.
“Good. He’s a good fuck when you have nothing else to do. Anyways, what’re we doing just standing here? Let’s get going somewhere; I’ve had enough of Earth.” Jack finishes off in a mock whiny voice.
“Well dah-ling,” John drawls out, “how ‘bout we head to Xaniver. It’s spring break and there all sorts of Polyrans with mommy and daddy’s money.” John smile and programs his wrist strap. “First, however, I want to get my weapons from your Hub.”
“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Jack says as he steps towards John and pulls him into a passionate kiss as they disappear.
Title: The Times They Could've Had - Part 2
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness, Captain John Hart
“Oh… god” Jack moans.
A Zyboran police man hears him and goes slithering around the corner, thinking someone is hurt. What he sees is one of the worst things for a sexually repressed planet. Two men doing… that! On someone’s deck table, none the less!
The police officer shudders, “Uh, sirs?” he says, trying to get their attention unsuccessfully. “You, uh, can’t be doing that here. Section 1.3 states that two people cannot publicly do… uh, have… intimate encounters in public.” He finishes redundantly while wringing his hands together nervously.
All Jack has to say is a bunch of mumbled nonsense words as John repeatedly thrusts into that euphoria inducing point. Then, “John, I’m so… close.” As Jack hits climax.
John thrusts a few more times before reaching climax as well before slumping over to lie on top of Jack.
The Zyboran starts towards the two of them. “You two are under arrest for…”
John reaches for Jack’s gun lying beside them and props himself onto one arm to shoot the officer in the head. He then leans down to capture Jack’s lips in a long, fierce kiss. He pulls away, hovering mere inches from Jack’s face. “Wanna go again?”
Jack smirks.
Title: The Times They Could've Had - Part 3
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness, Captain John Hart, OFC,
A female Maffo is tied to a table in a dark room with no decorations. All eight arms spread out and the 2 legs tied straight out. Naked as the day she was born. Blue streaks of blood in stark contrast with the bright skin, standing testament to the previous torture.
A door opens and two human males stumble through. They’re wrapped in each other’s embrace and lost in a kiss that sends blood rushing to lower parts of their body.
“Why me? I thought *sniffle*, you loved me Jack.” She whispers the last part.
Jack reluctantly breaks away from John, with one last hasty kiss, and turns his charming smile onto her. A charming smile with just a hint of maniac. “Yrtnap,” he says in a slight scolding tone, “How can I love you when this man right here holds my heart and I, his?” He walks to the table and puts his face close to hers. He stage whispers, “You’re nothing to me. Nothing but a means to an end.”
“I’m tired of all this talk, babe. When can we get to the fun stuff?” John interrupts with a whiny voice.
Jack pulls away and turns to look at John who is leaning against the wall, one foot propped up.
John kicks off from the wall and walks towards the other side of the table. He stuffs a rag into her mouth and tapes it down. “I don’t want to hear your high pitched voice while we have our fun.” He says as he leans on his side of the table.
Jack pushes the tray of tools to the section of table above Yrtnap’s head. “Where should we start? Oooh, you know, we haven’t gotten to pulling the finger nails yet. We even have 8 hands to work on. Then we can slowly hack off hands and feet. Oh, and your nice perky boobs. Then, if you still haven’t told us the security number, I guess we’ll just have to resort to sodomizing you. How about with a machete? I’m so excited to get started.” Jack smiles like a child on Christmas day and rubs his hands together. He starts for the needle nose pliers.
Yrtnap’s eyes go wide with fear.
John smirks with glee.
Jack then stops, face falling into seriousness and he holds up his index finger. “Wait, I think we should give her a chance to stop all this by giving us the number. It’s what the Doctor would have wanted.”
John looks at him in confusion but not saying anything. Wanting to see where this plays out to.
Jack takes the tape off her mouth and pulls the rag out.
“5413627 Delta Whiskey Foxtrot. That’s the code.” She says, desperation taking hold of her voice.
“John, write that down.” Jack says as John complies, “Then put it somewhere safe, we don’t want any blood getting all over it.”
“What? What does that mean?” Yrtnap asks worriedly.
“Oh, honey, you really thought we’d let you go?” Jack asks.
“But I gave you the number. That meant you were going to stop.” She says, fear taking over her body once again.
“No no, it just meant you had a chance to stop it. Now, I suppose I’ll be nice and there will be no rape with machete.” Jack says in a patronizing tone.
John smiles a wicked smile. He grabs another set of pliers and gets to work on the toe nails as Jack works on the first hand. Screams heard by none but those in the room.