On Saturday they gather earlier than usual for the weekly meeting. It’s in the Hub this time, and everyone is present. Luke is thrilled to finally meet Myfanwy, and Sarah Jane gives reluctant permission for him to feed chocolate to the pterodactyl. She feels better when Ianto promises to supervise the encounter.
Woohoo!
Hee, love this:
Jack raises a glass in Sarah Jane’s direction. “To my lovely co-star. You deserve an BAFTA for that magnificent performance.”
She salutes him with her own glass. “You deserve two awards for that double role. I was almost ready to believe you were an alien.”
“How do you know I’m not?” he replies in the eerie, inhuman voice of the Zajedir.
Sarah Jane laughs out loud and Mickey sputters. Martha nearly chokes on a mouthful of champagne. Grinning, Jack tugs the Ergossian ring off his hand and tosses it to Ianto. “That can go back to storage.”
Jack shrugs. “I’d threaten him again if I thought it would do any good.”
“Threats won’t work… Jack!”
“What?”
“How do you feel about a bit of blackmail?”
He leans back in his chair. “I’m your man.” Flashing a wicked grin, he adds, “you can take that any way you like. Who’s the target?”
Hee! I love Jack. :) You write great Jack, and I hope you'll write more, lots more, with him.
Martha stands in the hospital’s reception area. “Thanks for coming. Jack explained the situation, didn’t he?”
“He did.” The visitor sounds unhappy, but resigned. “I suppose it’s necessary.”
Even a special appearance by the Doctor himself! Very nicely done.
For one split second, he freezes, and then it’s as though he’s been struck by an electric current. The book falls to the floor, and the chair nearly topples over as he scrambles out of it, then drops to his knees. “My Lord!”
“No… please, don’t. Stand up, there’s a good chap. I just want to have a word.”
“I’ll leave you two to chat,” Martha says cheerily, ignoring the look of barely-concealed panic that the Doctor is shooting in her direction.
I knew it!
The Doctor sighs. “Try not to get into too much trouble.” And then he is gone.
“Well, I have some discharge papers to fill out,” Martha says, “and then I should tend to the reports in my inbox, before they reach critical mass.”
“And I have to get back to Cardiff before the contents of my inbox break free and start terrorizing all of South Wales.”
ROTFLMAO! You're lucky I wasn't eating or drinking anything at the time or you'd owe me a new keyboard!
“It’s not like this in the movies,” Martha grumbles, as they emerge from the lobby into the weak sunlight of an early November morning. “No one ever warned me that saving the Earth would involve so much bloody paperwork.”
“Some things remain consistent throughout the galaxies, across the farthest reaches of space and time,” Jack intones.
“Shut it, Harkness. I’ll bet Luke Skywalker never had to fill out Form 2078-B in triplicate.”
“That’s what you think. Wait until you see the 75th anniversary edition - director’s cut. Then you’ll see the real reason that everyone was so terrified of the Emperor.”
Her delighted laughter follows him down the pavement, until it is swallowed by the noise and bustle of ordinary humans going about their ordinary day.
Bwahahaha! about the SW 75th anniversary edition, and what it contains. This is a fabulous ending. Great job! Well worth staying up and reading. I'm really glad that Chris Turner survived (even if his attitude creeped me out) and that the Doctor is looking for a way to help Donna.
Dare I hope for more CoT stories and more stories with Captain Jack in them, written by you?
Re: CoT Part 6lindenharpOctober 4 2008, 17:11:13 UTC
You write great Jack, and I hope you'll write more, lots more, with him.
Thank you. It's been suggested that there should be other CoT stories, and perhaps I will. But I'll certainly write Jack again. If you haven't read them, you might like my two stories about Jack on the TARDIS, Clues and Choices (read them in that order).
ROTFLMAO! You're lucky I wasn't eating or drinking anything at the time or you'd owe me a new keyboard!
You could try. I am a member of an international secret conspiracy of fanfic writers who aim to destroy keyboards all over the planet. *evil laugh*.
Even a special appearance by the Doctor himself! Very nicely done.
Thanks. It seemed appropriate, even though he was very reluctant to appear.
Woohoo!
Hee, love this:
Jack raises a glass in Sarah Jane’s direction. “To my lovely co-star. You deserve an BAFTA for that magnificent performance.”
She salutes him with her own glass. “You deserve two awards for that double role. I was almost ready to believe you were an alien.”
“How do you know I’m not?” he replies in the eerie, inhuman voice of the Zajedir.
Sarah Jane laughs out loud and Mickey sputters. Martha nearly chokes on a mouthful of champagne. Grinning, Jack tugs the Ergossian ring off his hand and tosses it to Ianto. “That can go back to storage.”
Jack shrugs. “I’d threaten him again if I thought it would do any good.”
“Threats won’t work… Jack!”
“What?”
“How do you feel about a bit of blackmail?”
He leans back in his chair. “I’m your man.” Flashing a wicked grin, he adds, “you can take that any way you like. Who’s the target?”
Hee! I love Jack. :) You write great Jack, and I hope you'll write more, lots more, with him.
Martha stands in the hospital’s reception area. “Thanks for coming. Jack explained the situation, didn’t he?”
“He did.” The visitor sounds unhappy, but resigned. “I suppose it’s necessary.”
Even a special appearance by the Doctor himself! Very nicely done.
For one split second, he freezes, and then it’s as though he’s been struck by an electric current. The book falls to the floor, and the chair nearly topples over as he scrambles out of it, then drops to his knees. “My Lord!”
“No… please, don’t. Stand up, there’s a good chap. I just want to have a word.”
“I’ll leave you two to chat,” Martha says cheerily, ignoring the look of barely-concealed panic that the Doctor is shooting in her direction.
I knew it!
The Doctor sighs. “Try not to get into too much trouble.” And then he is gone.
“Well, I have some discharge papers to fill out,” Martha says, “and then I should tend to the reports in my inbox, before they reach critical mass.”
“And I have to get back to Cardiff before the contents of my inbox break free and start terrorizing all of South Wales.”
ROTFLMAO! You're lucky I wasn't eating or drinking anything at the time or you'd owe me a new keyboard!
“It’s not like this in the movies,” Martha grumbles, as they emerge from the lobby into the weak sunlight of an early November morning. “No one ever warned me that saving the Earth would involve so much bloody paperwork.”
“Some things remain consistent throughout the galaxies, across the farthest reaches of space and time,” Jack intones.
“Shut it, Harkness. I’ll bet Luke Skywalker never had to fill out Form 2078-B in triplicate.”
“That’s what you think. Wait until you see the 75th anniversary edition - director’s cut. Then you’ll see the real reason that everyone was so terrified of the Emperor.”
Her delighted laughter follows him down the pavement, until it is swallowed by the noise and bustle of ordinary humans going about their ordinary day.
Bwahahaha! about the SW 75th anniversary edition, and what it contains. This is a fabulous ending. Great job! Well worth staying up and reading. I'm really glad that Chris Turner survived (even if his attitude creeped me out) and that the Doctor is looking for a way to help Donna.
Dare I hope for more CoT stories and more stories with Captain Jack in them, written by you?
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Thank you. It's been suggested that there should be other CoT stories, and perhaps I will. But I'll certainly write Jack again. If you haven't read them, you might like my two stories about Jack on the TARDIS, Clues and Choices (read them in that order).
ROTFLMAO! You're lucky I wasn't eating or drinking anything at the time or you'd owe me a new keyboard!
You could try. I am a member of an international secret conspiracy of fanfic writers who aim to destroy keyboards all over the planet. *evil laugh*.
Even a special appearance by the Doctor himself! Very nicely done.
Thanks. It seemed appropriate, even though he was very reluctant to appear.
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