Oh, this is gorgeous! All dream-like in the beginning, and I just love the idea of dead-Jack able to communicate with BadWolf Rose and help her do what needs to be done. Lovely :) And this made me grin amidst all the angst, because it's so Jack:
Life's got a lot of hurt. In his memory, he watches her burn. But it's our choice whether we try or not. And you know, he says, trying his hardest at an incorporeal leer, If we don't, I can't ever show you all the things that really are better with three.
But then the Doctor's in a bad way, and so's Rose, and even though he's only just woken up from being dead Jack's the one who has to be strong and take care of both of them. And that's a lovely image you've left us with:
"Not now. Whatever's going on in your head, it'll wait." He pretends his voice isn't shaking. The Doctor's either too tired or too wise to protest, because Jack's done for today, and not above wrestling him into the damn bed in a totally platonic fashion. Rose leans into the Doctor as he settles onto the bed, and no one says a word.
The air's humming with something - tension or possibility, Jack's not sure - but whatever it is, it will keep till tomorrow. Right now, they need sleep, and Jack needs them, and as the pair on the bed fall back asleep, Jack settles himself down in an armchair to keep watch. Tomorrow will wait; tonight, he'll hold on to the two of them, alive and asleep on his bed, and he'll hope.
Awww. The only thing better would be him curled up there with them ;) But even with that I love that he's watching over them, the Captain in charge while his companions rest. Utterly gorgeous.
Thank you so much for taking part in the ficathon!
Life's got a lot of hurt. In his memory, he watches her burn. But it's our choice whether we try or not. And you know, he says, trying his hardest at an incorporeal leer, If we don't, I can't ever show you all the things that really are better with three.
But then the Doctor's in a bad way, and so's Rose, and even though he's only just woken up from being dead Jack's the one who has to be strong and take care of both of them. And that's a lovely image you've left us with:
"Not now. Whatever's going on in your head, it'll wait." He pretends his voice isn't shaking. The Doctor's either too tired or too wise to protest, because Jack's done for today, and not above wrestling him into the damn bed in a totally platonic fashion. Rose leans into the Doctor as he settles onto the bed, and no one says a word.
The air's humming with something - tension or possibility, Jack's not sure - but whatever it is, it will keep till tomorrow. Right now, they need sleep, and Jack needs them, and as the pair on the bed fall back asleep, Jack settles himself down in an armchair to keep watch. Tomorrow will wait; tonight, he'll hold on to the two of them, alive and asleep on his bed, and he'll hope.
Awww. The only thing better would be him curled up there with them ;) But even with that I love that he's watching over them, the Captain in charge while his companions rest. Utterly gorgeous.
Thank you so much for taking part in the ficathon!
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