LoM/DW
Well, in the slightly established style of DW/SW (my Dr Who/Star Wars crossover), the new crossover fanfic in which Jack Harkness ends up in 1973 is going to be called LoM/DW for the time being. Help thinking of a name would be fantastic, by the way, but I'll hold fire on that for now.
Anyway...
Part 1
“Well this is a lovely city!” the Jack shouted as the barmaid handed him his drink. “Think I should stay a while?” He grinned at her, but she just shrugged.
Jack sighed and turned away. The club was loud, and lots of people were dancing, and for a moment it looked like the whole world was sorted into couples and groups of friends. It was nothing special for them, but to Jack it was just amazing. He had been around on twentieth century Earth for decades now, never getting older, never dying, and never being able to let himself fall in love because he knew he had to keep moving on. If he stayed in one place too long, people would see that he was different, and then how could he explain what had happened to him without revealing too much about the future? And it wasn’t as if he really knew what had happened to him anyway. One day he would find the Doctor again, and then he would get some answers. But tonight’s goal was to get very drunk. In fact that was his goal for the whole of 1973.
“We don’t get many Americans round here,” said a voice. When Jack turned, he saw that a young man was standing next to him, his snazzy suit shining in the disco lights. His accent was local but not strong. “I’m Dan, by the way.” He held out a hand. “Dan Chambers.”
“Jack Harkness,” Jack said, taking his hand and delighted to feel it grasped firmly but tenderly and shaken well. “Well you’ll have to tell me what round here is like.” He grinned. “Can I get you a drink?”
Dan Chambers turned out to be good company, and they sat and talked while everyone else danced. Jack sensed an attraction there, but every time he reached a hand towards his arm or thigh, Dan pulled back a little. By the time it was past midnight, Jack was drunk enough to lean close and whisper in Dan’s ear. “I think you want me, don’t you? Why do you keep pulling back?”
Dan frowned, but he had had a lot to drink and was quite prepared to throw his usual caution to the wind. “I do,” he said. “But not here.”
Before long, Jack found himself down a dark alley between redbrick houses. The biting Manchester air filled his lungs, and everything he had imbibed in the closed, smokey atmosphere of the club went straight to his head, and he staggered a little.
Dan put out his arm to steady him, but that was not enough for Jack, who turned to his companion and kissed him squarely on the lips. Soon their hands began to wonder, and the footsteps of the odd passing stranger did not stop them.
Jack never did quite remember how far they had gone, but he felt distinctly sore when a rough hand shook him awake the next morning.
“You’ll have to come with me, sir,” a voice said.
Jack squinted up and saw that it was a policeman who had woken him. “I’m sorry, officer,” he drawled wearily as he climbed to his feet. “I never meant to fall asleep there.”
“I’m afraid we’ve had a report that you were engaged in a lewd act here on the street last night,” the policeman said solemnly.
Jack cringed.
***
“What the bloody hell are you calling me down here for, Phyllis?” Gene Hunt asked when he got to the front desk.
“We’re full up, sir,” Phyllis said. “I couldn’t get away to come upstairs, but believe me, you want to hear about this.”
Gene folded his arms. “Well go on then, enlighten me!” he said after a moment.
“Well, we’ve got someone in for lewd behaviour, an American bloke. One of them” She raised her eyebrows as if that was an indicator of his sexuality.
“You got me down here for that? Since when is sodomy a matter for CID?”
Just then, Sam Tyler walked in the front door and stopped when he saw his DCI leaning on the desk and looking angry. “What’s up, gov?”
“Phyllis has got me down here to tell me there’s some puffter in the cells! I tell you what, Sam, this sounds like your kind of case.”
“If you’ll just let me finish!” Phyllis shouted over the commotion as more officers walked through with a couple of arrests. “He says the bloke he was with was none other than Dan Chambers.”
Gene and Sam exchanged a glance. Dan Chambers was the most wanted man in Manchester just then, after a spate of armed robberies that they knew, but couldn’t prove, he was involved with. “Well why didn’t you say so?” Gene said.
Anyway...
Part 1
“Well this is a lovely city!” the Jack shouted as the barmaid handed him his drink. “Think I should stay a while?” He grinned at her, but she just shrugged.
Jack sighed and turned away. The club was loud, and lots of people were dancing, and for a moment it looked like the whole world was sorted into couples and groups of friends. It was nothing special for them, but to Jack it was just amazing. He had been around on twentieth century Earth for decades now, never getting older, never dying, and never being able to let himself fall in love because he knew he had to keep moving on. If he stayed in one place too long, people would see that he was different, and then how could he explain what had happened to him without revealing too much about the future? And it wasn’t as if he really knew what had happened to him anyway. One day he would find the Doctor again, and then he would get some answers. But tonight’s goal was to get very drunk. In fact that was his goal for the whole of 1973.
“We don’t get many Americans round here,” said a voice. When Jack turned, he saw that a young man was standing next to him, his snazzy suit shining in the disco lights. His accent was local but not strong. “I’m Dan, by the way.” He held out a hand. “Dan Chambers.”
“Jack Harkness,” Jack said, taking his hand and delighted to feel it grasped firmly but tenderly and shaken well. “Well you’ll have to tell me what round here is like.” He grinned. “Can I get you a drink?”
Dan Chambers turned out to be good company, and they sat and talked while everyone else danced. Jack sensed an attraction there, but every time he reached a hand towards his arm or thigh, Dan pulled back a little. By the time it was past midnight, Jack was drunk enough to lean close and whisper in Dan’s ear. “I think you want me, don’t you? Why do you keep pulling back?”
Dan frowned, but he had had a lot to drink and was quite prepared to throw his usual caution to the wind. “I do,” he said. “But not here.”
Before long, Jack found himself down a dark alley between redbrick houses. The biting Manchester air filled his lungs, and everything he had imbibed in the closed, smokey atmosphere of the club went straight to his head, and he staggered a little.
Dan put out his arm to steady him, but that was not enough for Jack, who turned to his companion and kissed him squarely on the lips. Soon their hands began to wonder, and the footsteps of the odd passing stranger did not stop them.
Jack never did quite remember how far they had gone, but he felt distinctly sore when a rough hand shook him awake the next morning.
“You’ll have to come with me, sir,” a voice said.
Jack squinted up and saw that it was a policeman who had woken him. “I’m sorry, officer,” he drawled wearily as he climbed to his feet. “I never meant to fall asleep there.”
“I’m afraid we’ve had a report that you were engaged in a lewd act here on the street last night,” the policeman said solemnly.
Jack cringed.
***
“What the bloody hell are you calling me down here for, Phyllis?” Gene Hunt asked when he got to the front desk.
“We’re full up, sir,” Phyllis said. “I couldn’t get away to come upstairs, but believe me, you want to hear about this.”
Gene folded his arms. “Well go on then, enlighten me!” he said after a moment.
“Well, we’ve got someone in for lewd behaviour, an American bloke. One of them” She raised her eyebrows as if that was an indicator of his sexuality.
“You got me down here for that? Since when is sodomy a matter for CID?”
Just then, Sam Tyler walked in the front door and stopped when he saw his DCI leaning on the desk and looking angry. “What’s up, gov?”
“Phyllis has got me down here to tell me there’s some puffter in the cells! I tell you what, Sam, this sounds like your kind of case.”
“If you’ll just let me finish!” Phyllis shouted over the commotion as more officers walked through with a couple of arrests. “He says the bloke he was with was none other than Dan Chambers.”
Gene and Sam exchanged a glance. Dan Chambers was the most wanted man in Manchester just then, after a spate of armed robberies that they knew, but couldn’t prove, he was involved with. “Well why didn’t you say so?” Gene said.