More Who-verse drabbles and ficlets-various pairings
Title: Limits
Fandom: Torchwood/Dr. Who
Character: Time!Agent Jack
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Written for: catslash in the Stupid Drabble Prompt Meme.
Prompt: Jack doesn't flirt with someone attractive. And not because of angst or "wrong time, wrong place."
It felt odd to be on a mission alone, but as soon as he got his bearings it all made sense. Thirteenth century Italian city state. Not a time or place for his partner’s particular set of skills.
He was in a cell, among many prisoners. The criminals were hiding here, but he was temporarily distracted. He had sworn off deities since the tragedy on his home world, but couldn’t help but be touched by the young man praying in the corner.
Saucy quips failed him in the face of such overwhelming spirituality.
Even he couldn’t flirt with St. Francis.
Title: Tosh's Turn
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Tosh
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 100
Written for k_haldane in the Request A Drabble Meme
Prompt: Torchwood. Jack/Tosh. "It's always the quiet ones you have to watch". Tosh's five years are up, and she figures that Jack owes her one.
Jack knew what was going to happen the minute Tosh walked into his office. He wondered vaguely what had taken them both so long, before remembering exactly how damaged Tosh had been when she first came to Torchwood.
“You owe me,” she said with a frank look that would have been unimaginable five years or even five minutes ago. What did they say about the quiet ones?
The lipstick and cleavage told him exactly what she expected in return for Owen’s obtuseness, Mary’s cruelty and the general brutality of life at Torchwood.
Jack was more than happy to pay up.
Title: Patterns
Fandom: Dr. Who
Pairing: Doctor/Master
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Written for unfeathered in the Request A Drabble Meme
Prompt: Doctor/Master-Volition.
Jack and Martha were full of questions, none of which the Doctor wanted to answer. It was easier to keep running than talk to them. He knew how much the truth would hurt .
Whether he was fleeing or chasing, cajoling or fighting, the Master was a part of him and always would be. No matter how far he traveled in space and time, the Universe always managed to throw them back together.
People would suffer; whole planets might be destroyed. The Doctor would fix things as best he could. Some things never changed.
And honestly, the Doctor didn’t mind.
Title: Survivors
Fandom: Torchwood AU
Pairing: Jack/Owen
Wordcount: 130
Written for hannahorlove in the Request A Drabble Meme
Prompt: Jack/Owen. About 200 years down the line and assuming Owen and Tosh didn't die at the end of season 2
After a hundred years, Jack finally started to appreciate the great favour the Doctor had done him by flitting in and out of his life, painful as every goodbye had been.
Death changes a man, but Owen was still Owen and Jack was still Jack and rarely had a combination of affection and homicidal impulses dwelt at such close quarters for so long.
It had been better when Tosh was still there. She’d made it to 44, a record for mortal Torchwood employees. Today was the day of their annual toast and Jack still didn’t know if he was sorry or grateful it had ended up this way.
They raised glasses without a word, because all the words had been said and their embrace, as always was cold, cold comfort.
Title: Lonesome Losers
Fandom: Torchwood/Life On Mars crossover
Pairing: Owen Harper/Sam Tyler
Rating: PG
Wordcount 100
“You don’t belong here.”
Sam does not want to hear it, not after what he had to do to get back. Besides, two can play at that game, especially when the man at the bar next to him is wearing clothes that won’t exist for another thirty-two years.
“That’s not a Manchester accent,” he remarks dryly, raising his glass along with an eyebrow.
Deep set eyes look at him too long and he finds himself staring back, before his focus drops to the oddly sensual mouth. He reaches out to touch the man’s cheekbone.
“Fair enough.”
They understand each other.
Title: Hands Across The Water
Fandom: Dr Who/RPF
Characters: Ten/Martha/Robbie Williams
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Requested by amproof in the Request A Drabble Meme
Robbie had just finished his morning jog around the grounds, when he heard the familiar sound and saw the TARDIS shimmer into existence.
Pretty cheeky, just popping in like that that he thought, and then realised it was bloody brilliant. Who’d believe a bunch of boozers and drug fiends, some of whom had been sober for less than a week. They probably wouldn’t believe it themselves.
“Doctor,” he gasped, hurling himself into the familiar, slightly awkward embrace.
“Oh. My. God. It really is you.”
Black girl with a London accent. Dead sexy. Utterly gobsmacked.
“What’s left of me, anyway.”
The Doctor made introductions over tea. Martha Jones. Robbie felt his own hopes fading. The TARDIS was huge, but the Doctor seemed to like one-on-one, except when that Harkness bloke was around. Apparently he was just checking up on Robbie.
“Heard you had a spot of bother. Just wanted to make sure you were all right. And prove something to Martha here. Somehow Shakespeare makes perfect sense, but she couldn’t believe I knew you.”
Sweet, but devastating. That was the Doctor all over.
“All straightened out. Writing songs for a new album.”
“Robbie…” That chiding threatening tone he knew so well, and missed like he missed the freedom from insanity his sojourn in time and space had brought him.
And more than anything he wished he could go back.
For good.
Title: Boys Will Be Boys
Fandom: Dr Who/RPF
Pairing: Jack/Robbie Williams
Wordcount: 150
Rating: PG13
Requested by amproof in the Request A Drabble Meme
Robbie had been getting propositions from men even before he got into a group, often with a few quid attached, but he’d never met anyone who made the possibility seem as natural and appealing as Captain Jack Harkness.
The Doctor had left them alone on the TARDIS with the admonition to “behave.” Robbie wasn’t sure who it had been aimed at, except that Jack’s smile was a sexual invitation in and of itself, one he wasn’t sure he wanted to refuse.
He was giddy with freedom from fans, managers and band-mates and the tabloids were convinced he’d shagged half the men in Great Britain anyway, so why not go for it.?
“Will the Doctor be mad,” he wondered, not willing to give this up for anything, but already feeling something that had a direct connection to Jack’s intoxicating blue eyes, and even the hint of sadness there.
“Only at me.”
Fandom: Torchwood/Dr. Who
Character: Time!Agent Jack
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Written for: catslash in the Stupid Drabble Prompt Meme.
Prompt: Jack doesn't flirt with someone attractive. And not because of angst or "wrong time, wrong place."
It felt odd to be on a mission alone, but as soon as he got his bearings it all made sense. Thirteenth century Italian city state. Not a time or place for his partner’s particular set of skills.
He was in a cell, among many prisoners. The criminals were hiding here, but he was temporarily distracted. He had sworn off deities since the tragedy on his home world, but couldn’t help but be touched by the young man praying in the corner.
Saucy quips failed him in the face of such overwhelming spirituality.
Even he couldn’t flirt with St. Francis.
Title: Tosh's Turn
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Tosh
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 100
Written for k_haldane in the Request A Drabble Meme
Prompt: Torchwood. Jack/Tosh. "It's always the quiet ones you have to watch". Tosh's five years are up, and she figures that Jack owes her one.
Jack knew what was going to happen the minute Tosh walked into his office. He wondered vaguely what had taken them both so long, before remembering exactly how damaged Tosh had been when she first came to Torchwood.
“You owe me,” she said with a frank look that would have been unimaginable five years or even five minutes ago. What did they say about the quiet ones?
The lipstick and cleavage told him exactly what she expected in return for Owen’s obtuseness, Mary’s cruelty and the general brutality of life at Torchwood.
Jack was more than happy to pay up.
Title: Patterns
Fandom: Dr. Who
Pairing: Doctor/Master
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Written for unfeathered in the Request A Drabble Meme
Prompt: Doctor/Master-Volition.
Jack and Martha were full of questions, none of which the Doctor wanted to answer. It was easier to keep running than talk to them. He knew how much the truth would hurt .
Whether he was fleeing or chasing, cajoling or fighting, the Master was a part of him and always would be. No matter how far he traveled in space and time, the Universe always managed to throw them back together.
People would suffer; whole planets might be destroyed. The Doctor would fix things as best he could. Some things never changed.
And honestly, the Doctor didn’t mind.
Title: Survivors
Fandom: Torchwood AU
Pairing: Jack/Owen
Wordcount: 130
Written for hannahorlove in the Request A Drabble Meme
Prompt: Jack/Owen. About 200 years down the line and assuming Owen and Tosh didn't die at the end of season 2
After a hundred years, Jack finally started to appreciate the great favour the Doctor had done him by flitting in and out of his life, painful as every goodbye had been.
Death changes a man, but Owen was still Owen and Jack was still Jack and rarely had a combination of affection and homicidal impulses dwelt at such close quarters for so long.
It had been better when Tosh was still there. She’d made it to 44, a record for mortal Torchwood employees. Today was the day of their annual toast and Jack still didn’t know if he was sorry or grateful it had ended up this way.
They raised glasses without a word, because all the words had been said and their embrace, as always was cold, cold comfort.
Title: Lonesome Losers
Fandom: Torchwood/Life On Mars crossover
Pairing: Owen Harper/Sam Tyler
Rating: PG
Wordcount 100
“You don’t belong here.”
Sam does not want to hear it, not after what he had to do to get back. Besides, two can play at that game, especially when the man at the bar next to him is wearing clothes that won’t exist for another thirty-two years.
“That’s not a Manchester accent,” he remarks dryly, raising his glass along with an eyebrow.
Deep set eyes look at him too long and he finds himself staring back, before his focus drops to the oddly sensual mouth. He reaches out to touch the man’s cheekbone.
“Fair enough.”
They understand each other.
Title: Hands Across The Water
Fandom: Dr Who/RPF
Characters: Ten/Martha/Robbie Williams
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Requested by amproof in the Request A Drabble Meme
Robbie had just finished his morning jog around the grounds, when he heard the familiar sound and saw the TARDIS shimmer into existence.
Pretty cheeky, just popping in like that that he thought, and then realised it was bloody brilliant. Who’d believe a bunch of boozers and drug fiends, some of whom had been sober for less than a week. They probably wouldn’t believe it themselves.
“Doctor,” he gasped, hurling himself into the familiar, slightly awkward embrace.
“Oh. My. God. It really is you.”
Black girl with a London accent. Dead sexy. Utterly gobsmacked.
“What’s left of me, anyway.”
The Doctor made introductions over tea. Martha Jones. Robbie felt his own hopes fading. The TARDIS was huge, but the Doctor seemed to like one-on-one, except when that Harkness bloke was around. Apparently he was just checking up on Robbie.
“Heard you had a spot of bother. Just wanted to make sure you were all right. And prove something to Martha here. Somehow Shakespeare makes perfect sense, but she couldn’t believe I knew you.”
Sweet, but devastating. That was the Doctor all over.
“All straightened out. Writing songs for a new album.”
“Robbie…” That chiding threatening tone he knew so well, and missed like he missed the freedom from insanity his sojourn in time and space had brought him.
And more than anything he wished he could go back.
For good.
Title: Boys Will Be Boys
Fandom: Dr Who/RPF
Pairing: Jack/Robbie Williams
Wordcount: 150
Rating: PG13
Requested by amproof in the Request A Drabble Meme
Robbie had been getting propositions from men even before he got into a group, often with a few quid attached, but he’d never met anyone who made the possibility seem as natural and appealing as Captain Jack Harkness.
The Doctor had left them alone on the TARDIS with the admonition to “behave.” Robbie wasn’t sure who it had been aimed at, except that Jack’s smile was a sexual invitation in and of itself, one he wasn’t sure he wanted to refuse.
He was giddy with freedom from fans, managers and band-mates and the tabloids were convinced he’d shagged half the men in Great Britain anyway, so why not go for it.?
“Will the Doctor be mad,” he wondered, not willing to give this up for anything, but already feeling something that had a direct connection to Jack’s intoxicating blue eyes, and even the hint of sadness there.
“Only at me.”