spoilers for DWS4 and series 2 & possibly 3 depending if i'm on the right wavelength for TW
Title: I didn’t know, I swear!
Summary: Jack’s flirting gets him into trouble. Post my fic “I don’t think he’s wrong.” Same universe anyway.
Spoilers: If you haven’t finished watching DWS4 or TWS2, don’t read it.
Rating: R
Pairing: 10/Jack and there is one more, but if I tell you that, I tell you the whole story.
Link to other parts:
I don’t think he’s wrong:
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4284.html
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The Doctor was slightly surprised when the sound of a phone ringing jolted him from his slight reverie. It was the mobile phone Martha had given him. He leaned over and picked it up, glancing at the caller ID.
“Dr. Jones, what can I do for you?” he asked, flipping it open.
“I’ve got some good news and some bad news,” came Martha’s reply. She sounded amused, telling the Doctor that there was no immediate danger. He could hear a slight commotion in the background; laughter and cheering.
“What’s the bad news?” he asked. It was always better to get the bad news first, ‘cause then the good news made it better.
“Jack’s being his usual self.” She was giggling.
This was obviously one of those situations where the good news was required to understand the bad news. “Ok… so what’s the good news?”
“Jenny’s here. She found Torchwood. Sort of.”
The Doctor took a moment to put two and two together. Jenny. His daughter. At Torchwood. Jack was being his usual self.
“Oh!” he yelled, dropping the phone onto the console and setting the co-ordinates.
He could hear Martha’s voice on the other end of the phone. “Look out Jack! Daddy’s on his way and he’s pissed!”
There was a muffled reply, which wasn’t clear. The laughter from the rest of the team was, however, so it was either “oh shit”, some variation thereof, or a flippant comment. As the TARDIS materialised in the Torchwood Hub, he heard Jack say, “Please tell me he’s not ‘Daddy’,” rather panically.
He flung open the door to the TARDIS, just to hear Ianto’s gallant introduction; the kind a sports commentator might use to introduce the favourite to win.
“And here comes Dad! He’s Torchwood’s enemy number one, he’s the defender of the Earth, the Oncoming Storm. It’s the Doctor!”
Jenny was currently defending herself against the advances of Jack Harkness; or rather more accurately, Jack was defending himself against her frankly brilliant military training in hand to hand combat as a result of his advances, but was either reluctant to hurt her, or unable to.
“Doc! Hi! Care to call off the little lady?” his voice was cheerful (hopeful) as he ducked a roundhouse kick.
This was clearly the wrong thing to say.
“Little lady?” Jenny’s voice was indignant. “Little lady?”
The Doctor smirked as the cheer in Jack’s face faded a little.
“Jenny, why don’t you let me handle the Captain?” There was a dark humour to his voice, and a glint in his eye which told Jack he was in trouble. His winning smile slipped a little.
“Erm.”
Jenny turned to her father smiling, bounding into his arms. “I found you!”
The Doctor hugged her tight. He’d thought she was dead. He’d not felt her come back; so caught up as he was in his own problems with saving the world, and everything that came with it, that he hadn’t seen that little glimmer of Time Lord consciousness.
When they broke apart he smiled down at the bright young blonde in his arms.
“Ok, I’ll go deal with the big, bad, molesting Captain.” Give the bugger a taste of his own medicine.
Jenny smiled her big sweet smile, releasing him from her rib-cracking grip, and moving from between her father and a very nervous looking Jack. All the while, Ianto was keeping up a running commentary for the benefit and amusement of the rest of the team, from his vantage point on the level above, while the rest of them watched with interest, sniggering.
“And now the Doctor is bearing down on upon the trapped Harkness, though possibly not quite in the way the Captain was hoping he would…”
The Doctor sauntered over to Jack, who was cowering against a wall, having not really moved from where he had been driven to by Jenny’s “defence”. If there was one thing in the Universe that Jack was really afraid of, it was the Doctor’s reaction when he had done something wrong.
“Now Captain,” said the Doctor, coming to a halt in front of him, “What have you been doing to my daughter?”
“Doc, I didn’t know, I swear!” Jack’s hands were held up in surrender. “I didn’t even know you had a daughter! How was I supposed to know? I mean, last time I checked, you were the last of the Time Lords, making the possibility of a daughter somewhat impossible.” His voice was growing slightly more panicked, as he tried desperately not to say the wrong thing as the Time Lord in question drew closer.
“Hmmmmm. True. Though you haven’t answered my question. What have you been doing to my little girl?” The Doctor was very close now, mere inches from the quivering human.
“I was just flirting! Like I do with everyone. Just the normal Harkness charm!”
“Don’t forget getting up close and personal,” Mickey reminded him, a smirk gracing his features.
“Yes, thank you! I wasn’t going to tell him that bit!” said Jack exasperatedly, as the team sniggered at his increased misfortune. “Traitors,” he muttered.
“Half of these darlings on your team were in mine first, so they’re being loyal,” the Doctor reminded him, “The others are just enjoying it.” He trailed a hand down the side of Jack’s face, regaining his complete attention.
“You’ve been a bad boy Captain Harkness,” he said, his voice very low, too low for the rest of them to hear, “You’ve been upsetting my Jenny. You’ve been flirting. Such a bad boy.”
His hand trailed down, unnoticed by the others due to the fact that he was so close, and stood so that his coat hid his movements. Jack’s breath hitched as the Doctor’s long fingers skimmed over his cock, before cupping him through his trousers and squeezing gently.
Ianto’s commentary had paused as the team waited with bated breath to see what the Doctor was going to do.
“I think, Captain, that you need to be punished,” the Doctor whispered, his lips almost touching Jack’s. The other man was quaking, part pleasure, part anticipation (in Jack’s experience, punishment when someone was stood that close, groping gently and almost kissing you didn’t indicate real punishment) and part fear.
“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.” Jack saluted him.
“Not me you need to be apologise to Jack,” the Doctor murmured huskily, squeezing Jack’s cock gently, eliciting a soft whimper from Jack’s throat.
“Go on. Apologise,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over the Captain’s as he quivered with excitement and his eyes half fluttered shut.
“S-so-sorry miss,” Jack stammered, the close proximity of the Time Lord affecting his ability to think or speak coherently.
Jenny was whispering with Gwen, obviously a little lost as to what her father was doing. The Doctor ignored this, smiling seductively at the man in front of him.
“Good boy Jack,” he crooned, fondling the rock hard Captain.
“Thank you Sir,” Jack gasped, biting his lip in an effort to stop himself moaning.
“Now. You are going to listen very carefully. You are not to touch yourself. You are not to get Ianto to do it for you, or anyone else for that matter. You are not allowed to come until I say so. That is your punishment. If you are good, I might let you come with me later. Are we clear?” All the while, the Doctor had been teasing and touching Jack, squeezing the large bulge in the front of his trousers.
“Yes sir. Perfectly understood Sir,” Jack shuddered.
“Good boy,” the Doctor gave him one last squeeze for good measure, along with a (as far as Jack was concerned) too chaste kiss before turning to his daughter again, his usual grin on his face.
“So, how did you get here then?”
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Sheer moment of randomness. Made me giggle at the thought anyway. Anyone want the rest of the day? 10 requests gets it! Have had one from my beta Mrsjsw, to whom I’m eternally grateful, so I need 9 more!