Doctor Who Fic: For Now (Jack/Rose NC-17)
Title: For Now
Author: ladychi
Pairing: Jack/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In one of the many parallel universes in Turn Left, Agent Tyler of Torchwood and Captain Jack Harkness meet, save the universe, and still have time for a roll in the hay.
Author's Note: I've missed these characters so much. I... just had to try this out. I don't know if it worked as well as I thought it would.
For Now
"Agent Tyler, are you prepared to jump?"
Rose flashed a smile at the dour Owen and nodded purposefully. "Ready as I'll ever be."
"Good." He pressed a series of buttons, and changed Rose Tyler's life.
Lives.
Life.
**
Stepping from one dimension to the other always left a knotting hole in bottom of Rose's stomach and so she bent and heaved, getting herself under control more quickly than the first time.
"Right," she muttered, faintly registering the clicking sound of a gun's hammering mechanism behind her. "Well, at least that was a bit easier to handle than..."
"Hands in the air! Explain yourself!" Rose turned, slowly, blinking at the overeager UNIT captain in front of her. His squadron was at least ten strong, armed to the teeth and covered in head to toe in kevlar armor.
The sky had gone a sort of green color and the air was thick. Rose coughed and forced her lungs to adjust to the atmosphere.
"Rose Tyler, Torchwood. Do you, uh... have Torchwood?"
The guns dropped. "The stars are going out and we've got another loony on our hands," the captain muttered. "Course we've got Torchwood. Everyone knows about Torchwood."
"Oh, brilliant. Uh -- Owen Harper? Do you know him?"
"Know him?" The captain scoffed. "Bloody idiot died, about six months back. Trying to save the world. That's what you get when you join Torchwood, 'course. Short life and no thanks at all."
Rose smirked. "Can you take me to the Torchwood base?"
"Where do you suppose you are?" The captain shook his head. "Honestly, I don't know what they do to you Torchwood operatives. You're practically standing on the door right now."
Rose's smile spread. "Am I really? Fantastic."
"Don't suppose you've got an ID on you or anything."
"No," Rose said. "You'll just have to take my word for it."
"Eh, well, if you get down there and you're lying, the Captain'll sort you out soon enough."
"Who?"
"Captain Jack Harkness. He's not what you would call the forgiving kind."
Rose's heart skipped a beat, but she clamped down and reminded herself that different universes sometimes created very different people. Different Mickeys. Different Roses.
Different Jacks.
But then again... the floor gave a sudden lurch beneath her feet and she found herself descending... sometimes people were delightfully, impossibly, wonderfully, exactly who you expected them to be.
**
Hands in her pockets, Rose took three steps before she found herself, again, facing the business end of a handgun. She sighed and raised her hands. "You do like guns here, don't you?"
"I find they serve a purpose." Jack Harkness. No matter what universe she met him in, what timeline they managed to cross at -- he was ever the same. Too perfect for his own good, too chiseled, too handsome. Too human. "Who are you?"
"Rose Tyler. Hello, Jack Harkness."
A cocky grin flashed across his face. "So. You know me, but I don't know you. Common enough, for me. I'm a time traveler. Things don't always happen to me in the right order. Unfortunately for you, that means I don't know if I can trust you yet or not. What do you want?"
"Same thing you do," Rose said, carefully choosing her words. "The stars are going out. All across the universes. Every single universe. I'm trying to help."
"You've got a miracle in your back pocket?" Jack practically sneered, but Rose could see the exhaustion in his eyes.
"No. What are you up to now, the Atmos gas?"
"Yes." Jack lowered his weapon. "What do you know about that?"
Rose shrugged. "Same thing you do. Sontarans thought Earth would be an easy target for a breeding planet, but they needed to change the atmosphere. One bored, underprivileged genius thought it was a good idea, and... here we are."
Jack sighed. "I don't know who you are, Rose Tyler, but I'm inclined to trust you because I've got... well, nothing. The thing is, I'm crippled here. It's just me and Gwen and Tosh left. Ianto's gone. Owen's gone... I need a fresh set of ideas."
Rose felt the dread curl in her stomach. "I can help with ideas, but I'm afraid I won't stay long."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Where have you got to be that's more important?"
"Another universe," Rose said simply. "There's a man who can help, and I need to find him. Because it's not just this universe."
"I've got real, actual human lives to worry about in this universe, Tyler," Jack snapped.
"There are real, actual human lives to worry about in every universe, Jack," Rose said softly, reaching out and grabbing his hand. "I'm sorry."
**
They sat in a circle, lists of resources and books and computers open. They passed around the last of the coffee and shared their last meat ration with Rose.
The plan was simple.
It was not survivable.
**
"You should go before morning," Jack said, as they watched the other members of the team trudge home. "You don't want to know how this turns out."
Rose quirked her mouth up in an almost-smile. She missed the days when joy was more accessible, but clamped down on that longing. "I know how this turns out."
"Well, then. Do me a favor. Don't tell me. Let me think there's hope."
"There's always hope," Rose said softly. "This could be the time it turns out differently."
Jack scoffed. "Yes. Maybe." He cleared his throat. "So, tell me, Rose Tyler. In what universe were we lovers?"
The 19-year-old girl who had played games with a Time Agent would have blushed, but Rose surprised herself by laughing.
"We met in the 1940s. I was hanging from a barrage balloon and you saved my life," she said softly. "There was a monster, but... we managed to save everyone and we traveled across the stars in this wonderful ship..."
He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. "You are making me nostalgic for a time that isn't mine."
"How do you find that spot every single time?" Rose wondered out loud.
"You telegraph it," Jack whispered, his voice dropping husky. "You've got a neck that just screams to be nibbled and kissed."
"Do I?" Rose backed into him, letting him take some of her weight. "I hadn't ever thought of it that way but I suppose I must."
"Normally, I'd take my time," Jack said. "I'd do this the right way. Or at least I'd buy you a drink but..."
"Yes, Jack Harkness," Rose said, "I would very much like to sleep with you."
"Oh, I don't intend on sleeping," Jack muttered, and he led her down a ladder to his bed.
**
His hands were rougher than she'd remembered, his demands a little more insistent. His mouth, though, was still so talented and, as he licked and kissed his way down her stomach to the vee of her thighs, she found herself grasping the bed to keep from coming off of it.
He was quick disrobing her and exploring her. His thumb found her clit, circled it over and over and over again until she was practically shaking with need. His mouth found her breasts and persuaded her to open her legs just a little more.
Then she was sitting up and pulling his shirt and his trousers off, removing the vest and the pants underneath and they were gloriously naked.
"Christ, you've got an amazing body," he muttered.
"Yours isn't bad either."
They were experienced lovers -- and they moved with the instinct of two well-matched people. He slipped inside her with little problem, and began the rocking rhythm he favored while he figured out which spots made her gasp, and which spots made her tremble.
She had the benefit of having done this before, and found his earlobe, the spot on his neck and the crease of his elbow, until suddenly they'd teased themselves beyond tenderness and there was nothing but the rutting, desperate affirmation of life.
**
"You should go."
He stared at the ceiling, arms behind his head.
"What are you going to do if they don't show up?"
"They will. If they don't show up, well... somebody's got to do it, right?"
Her heart sank, and she nodded. "Right."
"Should I say good-bye, or see you next time?"
"How about good luck?"
He jumped to his feet and pressed his lips to her, his naked flesh against her clothed form. "Good luck, Rose Tyler. I hope you save us all."
"Me too."
"Give your regards to the next me, if you find him."
"You always say that," Rose said. "And I never do. Good-bye for now, Jack Harkness."
"Good-bye for now, Rose Tyler."
Author: ladychi
Pairing: Jack/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In one of the many parallel universes in Turn Left, Agent Tyler of Torchwood and Captain Jack Harkness meet, save the universe, and still have time for a roll in the hay.
Author's Note: I've missed these characters so much. I... just had to try this out. I don't know if it worked as well as I thought it would.
For Now
"Agent Tyler, are you prepared to jump?"
Rose flashed a smile at the dour Owen and nodded purposefully. "Ready as I'll ever be."
"Good." He pressed a series of buttons, and changed Rose Tyler's life.
Lives.
Life.
**
Stepping from one dimension to the other always left a knotting hole in bottom of Rose's stomach and so she bent and heaved, getting herself under control more quickly than the first time.
"Right," she muttered, faintly registering the clicking sound of a gun's hammering mechanism behind her. "Well, at least that was a bit easier to handle than..."
"Hands in the air! Explain yourself!" Rose turned, slowly, blinking at the overeager UNIT captain in front of her. His squadron was at least ten strong, armed to the teeth and covered in head to toe in kevlar armor.
The sky had gone a sort of green color and the air was thick. Rose coughed and forced her lungs to adjust to the atmosphere.
"Rose Tyler, Torchwood. Do you, uh... have Torchwood?"
The guns dropped. "The stars are going out and we've got another loony on our hands," the captain muttered. "Course we've got Torchwood. Everyone knows about Torchwood."
"Oh, brilliant. Uh -- Owen Harper? Do you know him?"
"Know him?" The captain scoffed. "Bloody idiot died, about six months back. Trying to save the world. That's what you get when you join Torchwood, 'course. Short life and no thanks at all."
Rose smirked. "Can you take me to the Torchwood base?"
"Where do you suppose you are?" The captain shook his head. "Honestly, I don't know what they do to you Torchwood operatives. You're practically standing on the door right now."
Rose's smile spread. "Am I really? Fantastic."
"Don't suppose you've got an ID on you or anything."
"No," Rose said. "You'll just have to take my word for it."
"Eh, well, if you get down there and you're lying, the Captain'll sort you out soon enough."
"Who?"
"Captain Jack Harkness. He's not what you would call the forgiving kind."
Rose's heart skipped a beat, but she clamped down and reminded herself that different universes sometimes created very different people. Different Mickeys. Different Roses.
Different Jacks.
But then again... the floor gave a sudden lurch beneath her feet and she found herself descending... sometimes people were delightfully, impossibly, wonderfully, exactly who you expected them to be.
**
Hands in her pockets, Rose took three steps before she found herself, again, facing the business end of a handgun. She sighed and raised her hands. "You do like guns here, don't you?"
"I find they serve a purpose." Jack Harkness. No matter what universe she met him in, what timeline they managed to cross at -- he was ever the same. Too perfect for his own good, too chiseled, too handsome. Too human. "Who are you?"
"Rose Tyler. Hello, Jack Harkness."
A cocky grin flashed across his face. "So. You know me, but I don't know you. Common enough, for me. I'm a time traveler. Things don't always happen to me in the right order. Unfortunately for you, that means I don't know if I can trust you yet or not. What do you want?"
"Same thing you do," Rose said, carefully choosing her words. "The stars are going out. All across the universes. Every single universe. I'm trying to help."
"You've got a miracle in your back pocket?" Jack practically sneered, but Rose could see the exhaustion in his eyes.
"No. What are you up to now, the Atmos gas?"
"Yes." Jack lowered his weapon. "What do you know about that?"
Rose shrugged. "Same thing you do. Sontarans thought Earth would be an easy target for a breeding planet, but they needed to change the atmosphere. One bored, underprivileged genius thought it was a good idea, and... here we are."
Jack sighed. "I don't know who you are, Rose Tyler, but I'm inclined to trust you because I've got... well, nothing. The thing is, I'm crippled here. It's just me and Gwen and Tosh left. Ianto's gone. Owen's gone... I need a fresh set of ideas."
Rose felt the dread curl in her stomach. "I can help with ideas, but I'm afraid I won't stay long."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Where have you got to be that's more important?"
"Another universe," Rose said simply. "There's a man who can help, and I need to find him. Because it's not just this universe."
"I've got real, actual human lives to worry about in this universe, Tyler," Jack snapped.
"There are real, actual human lives to worry about in every universe, Jack," Rose said softly, reaching out and grabbing his hand. "I'm sorry."
**
They sat in a circle, lists of resources and books and computers open. They passed around the last of the coffee and shared their last meat ration with Rose.
The plan was simple.
It was not survivable.
**
"You should go before morning," Jack said, as they watched the other members of the team trudge home. "You don't want to know how this turns out."
Rose quirked her mouth up in an almost-smile. She missed the days when joy was more accessible, but clamped down on that longing. "I know how this turns out."
"Well, then. Do me a favor. Don't tell me. Let me think there's hope."
"There's always hope," Rose said softly. "This could be the time it turns out differently."
Jack scoffed. "Yes. Maybe." He cleared his throat. "So, tell me, Rose Tyler. In what universe were we lovers?"
The 19-year-old girl who had played games with a Time Agent would have blushed, but Rose surprised herself by laughing.
"We met in the 1940s. I was hanging from a barrage balloon and you saved my life," she said softly. "There was a monster, but... we managed to save everyone and we traveled across the stars in this wonderful ship..."
He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. "You are making me nostalgic for a time that isn't mine."
"How do you find that spot every single time?" Rose wondered out loud.
"You telegraph it," Jack whispered, his voice dropping husky. "You've got a neck that just screams to be nibbled and kissed."
"Do I?" Rose backed into him, letting him take some of her weight. "I hadn't ever thought of it that way but I suppose I must."
"Normally, I'd take my time," Jack said. "I'd do this the right way. Or at least I'd buy you a drink but..."
"Yes, Jack Harkness," Rose said, "I would very much like to sleep with you."
"Oh, I don't intend on sleeping," Jack muttered, and he led her down a ladder to his bed.
**
His hands were rougher than she'd remembered, his demands a little more insistent. His mouth, though, was still so talented and, as he licked and kissed his way down her stomach to the vee of her thighs, she found herself grasping the bed to keep from coming off of it.
He was quick disrobing her and exploring her. His thumb found her clit, circled it over and over and over again until she was practically shaking with need. His mouth found her breasts and persuaded her to open her legs just a little more.
Then she was sitting up and pulling his shirt and his trousers off, removing the vest and the pants underneath and they were gloriously naked.
"Christ, you've got an amazing body," he muttered.
"Yours isn't bad either."
They were experienced lovers -- and they moved with the instinct of two well-matched people. He slipped inside her with little problem, and began the rocking rhythm he favored while he figured out which spots made her gasp, and which spots made her tremble.
She had the benefit of having done this before, and found his earlobe, the spot on his neck and the crease of his elbow, until suddenly they'd teased themselves beyond tenderness and there was nothing but the rutting, desperate affirmation of life.
**
"You should go."
He stared at the ceiling, arms behind his head.
"What are you going to do if they don't show up?"
"They will. If they don't show up, well... somebody's got to do it, right?"
Her heart sank, and she nodded. "Right."
"Should I say good-bye, or see you next time?"
"How about good luck?"
He jumped to his feet and pressed his lips to her, his naked flesh against her clothed form. "Good luck, Rose Tyler. I hope you save us all."
"Me too."
"Give your regards to the next me, if you find him."
"You always say that," Rose said. "And I never do. Good-bye for now, Jack Harkness."
"Good-bye for now, Rose Tyler."