Love wisely and not too well [fic]
Title: Love wisely and not too well
Author: shadowbyrd
Rating: PG - 13
Prompt: 5. You can be like me for un_love_you
Pairing: Jack/real!Jack, hints of Jack/Tosh, real!Jack/Tosh
Word Count: 642
Summary: Jack isn't above using people that he loves.
It turns out that Captain Jack Harkness has a reputation for being odd. Even for an American.
So much so that when he and “James” claim to be old friends who are just having a drunken joke, in what they admit to be very poor taste it is taken as such in most quarters (with more than a little help from the more loyal of Jack’s men).
This rather twisted sense of humour established, and in keeping with the rest of his odd behaviour, no one thinks too much about it when, leaving with the Japanese girl under his arm, he making jokes about her friend the other American Captain chaperoning.
None of the men are too surprised when he goes around next morning asking if they’d act as witnesses. Their Group Captain’s just that sort of man; has to make an honest woman of her, even if she is a Jap.
Tim is best man, looking a little disappointed about the whole affair, but claims that he’s quite prepared to be happy for them. George offers (only half joking) to give her away in her Captain’s stead. He’s had to disappear on some mission or other; all very hush hush. Jack’s disappointed that he couldn’t be there. His blushing bride looks a little anxious about being left alone by her friend - and who can blame her? People of her sort aren’t exactly welcomed around here, even if she’s mistaken for a Chinese girl.
As it is, the wedding’s quick and all very business-like; they’ve got practice later this morning. There’s a rather brief kiss at the aisle and then they’re all off, back to base. Hardly fitting for his first day as a married man, but it could be worse.
Toshiko thought the idea of getting married was rather over the top, and remarked as much to her Jack while the other was bustling about the little kitchen in his flat making them tea.
“If I can’t get us a ride home, that marriage certificate could be useful to us.”
“How exactly?” Toshiko muttered out the corner of her mouth.
“The Doctor’s going to be landing in London soon, to deal with a certain con man,” Jack murmured. “If I get in there in time, there’s the slight possibility that I may be able to convince them to help us. Well - help you, anyway.”
“I mean the marriage certificate, how is that going to be useful?”
Jack just looked at her. Her eyes widened in return, but Jack was already looking at him, smiling warmly, brushing fingers as he accepted a cup of tea from him. She sat and drank her tea and listened with horror as Jack comforted their host, waving away his worries about what his men must think of him. Suggested, if he was really that worried, that he marry Toshiko - should they both survive the war, meet someone else, they could have a divorce. Until then, it would be the perfect marriage - for one thing they’d be at least a hundred miles away from each other.
Toshiko managed to force her face into a smile, but couldn’t quite bring herself to join in the laughter. The fact that it was probably killing [her] Jack to do it wasn’t quite enough.
Toshiko kisses him at the altar.
Somewhere in time, probably not that far from where she and whoever this man was who was driving her to the train station had hailed from, all this is history. Supposedly rigid and unchangeable.
Jack won’t take this man’s name; he’s taken it already.
This man won’t die; he’s already been dead for over sixty years.
Outside the church she waves him and his boys goodbye, then finds a bench to sit. She thinks about waiting until she knows, but slips the ring off anyway.
He’s not hers.
He never was
Author: shadowbyrd
Rating: PG - 13
Prompt: 5. You can be like me for un_love_you
Pairing: Jack/real!Jack, hints of Jack/Tosh, real!Jack/Tosh
Word Count: 642
Summary: Jack isn't above using people that he loves.
It turns out that Captain Jack Harkness has a reputation for being odd. Even for an American.
So much so that when he and “James” claim to be old friends who are just having a drunken joke, in what they admit to be very poor taste it is taken as such in most quarters (with more than a little help from the more loyal of Jack’s men).
This rather twisted sense of humour established, and in keeping with the rest of his odd behaviour, no one thinks too much about it when, leaving with the Japanese girl under his arm, he making jokes about her friend the other American Captain chaperoning.
None of the men are too surprised when he goes around next morning asking if they’d act as witnesses. Their Group Captain’s just that sort of man; has to make an honest woman of her, even if she is a Jap.
Tim is best man, looking a little disappointed about the whole affair, but claims that he’s quite prepared to be happy for them. George offers (only half joking) to give her away in her Captain’s stead. He’s had to disappear on some mission or other; all very hush hush. Jack’s disappointed that he couldn’t be there. His blushing bride looks a little anxious about being left alone by her friend - and who can blame her? People of her sort aren’t exactly welcomed around here, even if she’s mistaken for a Chinese girl.
As it is, the wedding’s quick and all very business-like; they’ve got practice later this morning. There’s a rather brief kiss at the aisle and then they’re all off, back to base. Hardly fitting for his first day as a married man, but it could be worse.
Toshiko thought the idea of getting married was rather over the top, and remarked as much to her Jack while the other was bustling about the little kitchen in his flat making them tea.
“If I can’t get us a ride home, that marriage certificate could be useful to us.”
“How exactly?” Toshiko muttered out the corner of her mouth.
“The Doctor’s going to be landing in London soon, to deal with a certain con man,” Jack murmured. “If I get in there in time, there’s the slight possibility that I may be able to convince them to help us. Well - help you, anyway.”
“I mean the marriage certificate, how is that going to be useful?”
Jack just looked at her. Her eyes widened in return, but Jack was already looking at him, smiling warmly, brushing fingers as he accepted a cup of tea from him. She sat and drank her tea and listened with horror as Jack comforted their host, waving away his worries about what his men must think of him. Suggested, if he was really that worried, that he marry Toshiko - should they both survive the war, meet someone else, they could have a divorce. Until then, it would be the perfect marriage - for one thing they’d be at least a hundred miles away from each other.
Toshiko managed to force her face into a smile, but couldn’t quite bring herself to join in the laughter. The fact that it was probably killing [her] Jack to do it wasn’t quite enough.
Toshiko kisses him at the altar.
Somewhere in time, probably not that far from where she and whoever this man was who was driving her to the train station had hailed from, all this is history. Supposedly rigid and unchangeable.
Jack won’t take this man’s name; he’s taken it already.
This man won’t die; he’s already been dead for over sixty years.
Outside the church she waves him and his boys goodbye, then finds a bench to sit. She thinks about waiting until she knows, but slips the ring off anyway.
He’s not hers.
He never was