Life Less Ordinary, Chapter 11
Chapter Title: Escape
Author: stormwolf10
Character/Pairing: Doctor/Rose, Jack
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack and Rose take care of the Doctor's wounds, and the Doctor decides it's time they investigated the crime themselves.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Doctor Who or any of it's canon characters.
With a buzz and a flash of sparks from the door’s locking mechanism, the three of them found themselves stumbling out into a back alley behind the headquarters. The Doctor leaned against the wall and slid down it onto the ground, panting heavily as he continued to hold onto the wound. The pain was searing. “Well, that was unsporting of her, shooting a man from behind,” he quipped, giving the two of them a half-hearted grin.
“At least we don’t have to worry about taking you to the hospital anymore, now that you could pass for human,” Rose said.
“No time. Just use the sonic to close the wound.”
“Don’t be stupid. Not without taking the bullet out.”
Jack dug in the case containing their belongings and pulled out a small knife. “Let me do it. I spent some time hiding from the Time Agents on Earth during World War Two. You learn a few tricks when you join the boys in the field.”
Rose began to protest, but the Doctor began carefully unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Let him. We don’t have time to sit in A&E waiting for someone to see to it,” he said.
“Alright, but be careful, Jack.” Rose helped him the rest of the way out of his jacket, undid his tie and very gingerly pulled his shirt down to give Jack access to the bullet wound. “I thought I was the jeopardy friendly one, Doctor,” she grinned, “Now you’re the one who seems to keep getting into accidents.”
“I think the universe is taunting me, now that I can’t regenerate,” the Doctor replied, hissing loudly with pain as the Captain began work on extracting the bullet from his shoulder.
“Sorry. It’s effective, but it isn’t pleasant,” Jack said.
“As long as it’s quick, I’m fine with that.”
However, when you have someone digging a knife in your shoulder, the process never feels quick. The Doctor’s eyes watered from the pain, but he forced himself not to cry out, for fear that he would give their position away. Rose couldn’t bear to watch. She turned away, muttering to herself that she shouldn’t have left her gun in the TARDIS as she rummaged through the box of their things.
“Just a bit more…got it!” Jack said, tossing the bullet aside.
“Rose, take the sonic. You know the setting for mending wounds. I don’t want him fiddling with it and bleaching my hair blond by accident.”
“You have such a way of showing gratitude,” Jack retorted.
The Doctor smirked at Jack’s comment, handing Rose the sonic screwdriver. She positioned herself behind him and began working on the hole in his shoulder. “If your new sonic could do this, why did you make me sew you up with a real needle and thread when we were back in 1863?”
“More authentic that way, don’t you think?”
Rose shook her head. “Only you would think of it like that. There, done.” She turned off the sonic and got to her feet as the Doctor did the same, pulling his shirt, tie and suit jacket back on. He rolled his shoulder to test it, and grimaced. It was still sore, but at least it wasn’t nearly as painful as it had been.
“Right, well, it was nice knowing you two. I’ll be off now,” Jack said, straightening his coat before turning to go.
“Hold on, where are you going?” Rose asked.
“As far away from here as possible.”
“Yeah, I get that, but you’re just going to leave us here?”
“I’m sure you can find a shuttle back to the Black Hole.”
The Doctor tilted his head slightly. “You don’t want to find out if those memories on that disk are true, do you?”
“Not really, no.”
“Because you’re afraid they might be true.”
Jack shifted his weight and fell silent for a moment. “Yeah,” he said simply.
“And that is proof enough to me that you’re probably innocent,” the Doctor said, “What killer would care?”
“Are you saying I’m innocent?”
The Doctor bent over and fished the Captain’s vortex manipulator out of the case. He strapped it to the larger man’s wrist, took Rose by the hand and said, “Take us to where you supposedly shot this man. Maybe we can find who is really behind this.”
Jack hesitated for a moment, but soon gave in, punching the coordinates into the wrist strap. With a hum of energy, a blue light enveloped the three of them and they disappeared.
Time and space travel without a capsule was always a terrible way to fly. By the time the Vortex spat them out again, all three of them felt like their entire bodies had been pulled apart and pieced back together. They collapsed to the ground on the side of a deserted street in a pile of groaning bodies.
“You travel like this all the time, Jack?” Rose muttered, extracting herself out from under the Doctor and pulling herself to her feet.
“Yup. Time is the rough bit. I can travel from one place to another, no problem, but time travel really does your head in.”
The Doctor picked himself up off the ground and peered around, brushing the dirt off his trousers. “So, what date did you bring us to?”
“The night they said it happened. Hopefully I got us here after the investigators left, so we don’t look suspicious.”
“Jack, we’re going to look suspicious either way. Still, you’ve got a point.”
“Thanks.”
Rose motioned across the street at the alleyway that ran next to the hotel. "Right, if we can just find a delivery entrance in the back, we can get in without Jack being seen by the people working at the front desk."
"And then what? My memory's been wiped, so I don't know what floor we were on," Jack said, "We need a plan of attack."
"I was thinking we get in, and then figure it out from there."
"You want to just wander into a crime scene with no plan?"
Rose's lips curved into a wide smile. "When you're with the Doctor, you tend to just make things up as you go along."
"Good girl!" the Doctor said with a laugh, kissing her forehead, "Now, lets get in there and see what's going on."
Author: stormwolf10
Character/Pairing: Doctor/Rose, Jack
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack and Rose take care of the Doctor's wounds, and the Doctor decides it's time they investigated the crime themselves.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Doctor Who or any of it's canon characters.
With a buzz and a flash of sparks from the door’s locking mechanism, the three of them found themselves stumbling out into a back alley behind the headquarters. The Doctor leaned against the wall and slid down it onto the ground, panting heavily as he continued to hold onto the wound. The pain was searing. “Well, that was unsporting of her, shooting a man from behind,” he quipped, giving the two of them a half-hearted grin.
“At least we don’t have to worry about taking you to the hospital anymore, now that you could pass for human,” Rose said.
“No time. Just use the sonic to close the wound.”
“Don’t be stupid. Not without taking the bullet out.”
Jack dug in the case containing their belongings and pulled out a small knife. “Let me do it. I spent some time hiding from the Time Agents on Earth during World War Two. You learn a few tricks when you join the boys in the field.”
Rose began to protest, but the Doctor began carefully unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Let him. We don’t have time to sit in A&E waiting for someone to see to it,” he said.
“Alright, but be careful, Jack.” Rose helped him the rest of the way out of his jacket, undid his tie and very gingerly pulled his shirt down to give Jack access to the bullet wound. “I thought I was the jeopardy friendly one, Doctor,” she grinned, “Now you’re the one who seems to keep getting into accidents.”
“I think the universe is taunting me, now that I can’t regenerate,” the Doctor replied, hissing loudly with pain as the Captain began work on extracting the bullet from his shoulder.
“Sorry. It’s effective, but it isn’t pleasant,” Jack said.
“As long as it’s quick, I’m fine with that.”
However, when you have someone digging a knife in your shoulder, the process never feels quick. The Doctor’s eyes watered from the pain, but he forced himself not to cry out, for fear that he would give their position away. Rose couldn’t bear to watch. She turned away, muttering to herself that she shouldn’t have left her gun in the TARDIS as she rummaged through the box of their things.
“Just a bit more…got it!” Jack said, tossing the bullet aside.
“Rose, take the sonic. You know the setting for mending wounds. I don’t want him fiddling with it and bleaching my hair blond by accident.”
“You have such a way of showing gratitude,” Jack retorted.
The Doctor smirked at Jack’s comment, handing Rose the sonic screwdriver. She positioned herself behind him and began working on the hole in his shoulder. “If your new sonic could do this, why did you make me sew you up with a real needle and thread when we were back in 1863?”
“More authentic that way, don’t you think?”
Rose shook her head. “Only you would think of it like that. There, done.” She turned off the sonic and got to her feet as the Doctor did the same, pulling his shirt, tie and suit jacket back on. He rolled his shoulder to test it, and grimaced. It was still sore, but at least it wasn’t nearly as painful as it had been.
“Right, well, it was nice knowing you two. I’ll be off now,” Jack said, straightening his coat before turning to go.
“Hold on, where are you going?” Rose asked.
“As far away from here as possible.”
“Yeah, I get that, but you’re just going to leave us here?”
“I’m sure you can find a shuttle back to the Black Hole.”
The Doctor tilted his head slightly. “You don’t want to find out if those memories on that disk are true, do you?”
“Not really, no.”
“Because you’re afraid they might be true.”
Jack shifted his weight and fell silent for a moment. “Yeah,” he said simply.
“And that is proof enough to me that you’re probably innocent,” the Doctor said, “What killer would care?”
“Are you saying I’m innocent?”
The Doctor bent over and fished the Captain’s vortex manipulator out of the case. He strapped it to the larger man’s wrist, took Rose by the hand and said, “Take us to where you supposedly shot this man. Maybe we can find who is really behind this.”
Jack hesitated for a moment, but soon gave in, punching the coordinates into the wrist strap. With a hum of energy, a blue light enveloped the three of them and they disappeared.
Time and space travel without a capsule was always a terrible way to fly. By the time the Vortex spat them out again, all three of them felt like their entire bodies had been pulled apart and pieced back together. They collapsed to the ground on the side of a deserted street in a pile of groaning bodies.
“You travel like this all the time, Jack?” Rose muttered, extracting herself out from under the Doctor and pulling herself to her feet.
“Yup. Time is the rough bit. I can travel from one place to another, no problem, but time travel really does your head in.”
The Doctor picked himself up off the ground and peered around, brushing the dirt off his trousers. “So, what date did you bring us to?”
“The night they said it happened. Hopefully I got us here after the investigators left, so we don’t look suspicious.”
“Jack, we’re going to look suspicious either way. Still, you’ve got a point.”
“Thanks.”
Rose motioned across the street at the alleyway that ran next to the hotel. "Right, if we can just find a delivery entrance in the back, we can get in without Jack being seen by the people working at the front desk."
"And then what? My memory's been wiped, so I don't know what floor we were on," Jack said, "We need a plan of attack."
"I was thinking we get in, and then figure it out from there."
"You want to just wander into a crime scene with no plan?"
Rose's lips curved into a wide smile. "When you're with the Doctor, you tend to just make things up as you go along."
"Good girl!" the Doctor said with a laugh, kissing her forehead, "Now, lets get in there and see what's going on."