Dr Who - fic - Faith, Nine, Jack, TARDIS, PG
Jack finally got around to telling me how he first got to help fix the TARDIS. This story comes between the equally short Flexible Dancer (12/PG-13, porn-ish) and Bigger on the Inside (just PG).
Title - Faith
Author - laurab1
Characters - Nine, Jack, TARDIS
Rating - PG
Length - 330 words
Summary - “You’re trusting me with her, Doctor? Your ‘magnificent timeship’?”
Spoilers - New Who S1, as far TEC/TDD
Disclaimer - none of these people/aliens/sentient timeships are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Faith
by Laura
Two days after he comes on board, the TARDIS is parked on Mars, and the Doctor asks Jack to help him repair her.
They’re stood by the console, time rotor still. “You’re trusting me with her, Doctor? Your ‘magnificent timeship’?” Jack’s surprised.
“Yeah,” he says, handing Jack the sonic screwdriver, setting already in place.
“Why? I don’t know that I would trust me with her. Former Time Agent, conman, two years missing, remember? I might fix her, and then steal her out from under you.” A slightly false smile, to take the sting out of his words.
“So you got a bit lost, Captain. It happens. Even to me. Especially to me...” He stops for a couple of minutes, lost in thought.
“Doctor?” Jack prompts.
“...But my ‘magnificent timeship’ told me she trusts you with her, and her judgement is quite often better than mine.”
Jack really doesn’t know quite how to take that, but he does feel a little humbled, and has to look away, hide his eyes. “Women, Doc. They always know better than we do.”
He laughs. “Don’t call her a woman. You might wake up one morning to find your room’s moved, overnight.”
“I’ll bear that in mind,” Jack says, laughing himself, and looking back to the Doctor. “Now, what am I doing with this?”
The Doctor points to a dark spot on one of the struts. “Healing that burn. Hold the sonic screwdriver near it, and press the button.”
Jack does as asked, and a few seconds later, the burn’s gone and there’s a spiralling, sparkling, happy noise-sense-feeling in his head. The TARDIS has been a comforting presence in his mind for the last couple of days. Jack thinks he knows what the sound signified… “Did she just say ‘thank you’, Doctor?”
“Yeah,” the Time Lord says, grinning.
“You’re welcome, beautiful,” Jack informs her, kissing the palm of his free hand, and transferring the kiss to the healed strut, with a little rub. “Happy to help.”
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crosspost: dwfiction, galactic_conman and new_who
Title - Faith
Author - laurab1
Characters - Nine, Jack, TARDIS
Rating - PG
Length - 330 words
Summary - “You’re trusting me with her, Doctor? Your ‘magnificent timeship’?”
Spoilers - New Who S1, as far TEC/TDD
Disclaimer - none of these people/aliens/sentient timeships are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Faith
by Laura
Two days after he comes on board, the TARDIS is parked on Mars, and the Doctor asks Jack to help him repair her.
They’re stood by the console, time rotor still. “You’re trusting me with her, Doctor? Your ‘magnificent timeship’?” Jack’s surprised.
“Yeah,” he says, handing Jack the sonic screwdriver, setting already in place.
“Why? I don’t know that I would trust me with her. Former Time Agent, conman, two years missing, remember? I might fix her, and then steal her out from under you.” A slightly false smile, to take the sting out of his words.
“So you got a bit lost, Captain. It happens. Even to me. Especially to me...” He stops for a couple of minutes, lost in thought.
“Doctor?” Jack prompts.
“...But my ‘magnificent timeship’ told me she trusts you with her, and her judgement is quite often better than mine.”
Jack really doesn’t know quite how to take that, but he does feel a little humbled, and has to look away, hide his eyes. “Women, Doc. They always know better than we do.”
He laughs. “Don’t call her a woman. You might wake up one morning to find your room’s moved, overnight.”
“I’ll bear that in mind,” Jack says, laughing himself, and looking back to the Doctor. “Now, what am I doing with this?”
The Doctor points to a dark spot on one of the struts. “Healing that burn. Hold the sonic screwdriver near it, and press the button.”
Jack does as asked, and a few seconds later, the burn’s gone and there’s a spiralling, sparkling, happy noise-sense-feeling in his head. The TARDIS has been a comforting presence in his mind for the last couple of days. Jack thinks he knows what the sound signified… “Did she just say ‘thank you’, Doctor?”
“Yeah,” the Time Lord says, grinning.
“You’re welcome, beautiful,” Jack informs her, kissing the palm of his free hand, and transferring the kiss to the healed strut, with a little rub. “Happy to help.”
-end-
crosspost: dwfiction, galactic_conman and new_who