Comments | quitehomoerotic: For <strong class="lj-user"><a href="/read/user/rude_not_ginger">rude_not_ginger</a></strong> London, November 2010, 5 months later.

quitehomoerotic

For rude_not_ginger London, November 2010, 5 months later.

Dec 02, 2009 02:45

Follows this.Three weeks. That's how long it should have been. Three weeks for Jack to fix what was broken. For Jack to play the role of the hero and save the world again ( Read more... )

character: the doctor (10), rp thread, verse: two immortals one tardis

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rude_not_ginger December 2 2009, 03:10:50 UTC

It had been about three years.

Three fantastic years. It all started on Mars. Mars was at first a mistake, and then a tragedy, and then an understanding. He wasn't just a survivor anymore, he was a winner. The universe compensated around him. He would be in control of time, he wouldn't just sit around and watch the people he cared about die. He wouldn't regret. And if he was going to die soon, he was going to live.

He slammed back the TARDIS brake and started traveling. Anywhere, at first. Anywhere he could. Woodstock, fixed that whole Graske situation, then Rome. Then Bess (but that was a mistake, but a really good mistake), and Venus, and a hundred other places.

He just had to get it all out of his system, first. He'd go back for Jack soon. He'd go back for Jack the day he promised he would, and no time at all would've passed. It would be fine. He had so much to do, now that rules didn't hold him back. And he would. No one would stop him ( ... )

quitehomoerotic December 2 2009, 03:21:42 UTC

Jack sat back in the chair in his apartment, ignoring the programmes running on his computers; the ones he'd set up to monitor the rift in Cardiff, the ones he'd set up to scan for technology ( ... )

rude_not_ginger December 2 2009, 03:30:18 UTC

"Look at that," the Doctor said idly to the TARDIS, pointing up at the sky. "Not a cloud in sight. Excellent stargazing weather."

And why not?

He dropped down to the ground not far from the TARDIS and looked up at the sky. So many stars. So many he'd visited, but so many still waiting for him to see them. He would. Every single one.

He raised a hand and pointed, tracing out an invisible path from one star to the next. Every single star. He'd see every single star before he died. It was all an inevitability now, of course. But he would see them.

quitehomoerotic December 2 2009, 03:36:40 UTC

And there he was.

The Doctor moved into Jack's line of sight, and for a moment Jack's breath caught in his throat. He'd wondered if perhaps he wouldn't see him again, but there he was.

Jack frowned as he saw him drop down to the ground. What was he doing? What on Earth?

With another breath to steel himself, Jack stuffed his hands deep in his pockets and walked around the bushes and over towards the Doctor.

Keeping a few steps away, he just watched him at first, watched as if he'd learn things from just looking.

Eventually he broke his silence with a quiet and even voice.

"Doctor."

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