Story: Dancing at Tyburn
Name: wmr /
wendymrCharacters: Ninth Doctor, Jack Harkness
Rating: PG
Summary: “When you say you like to call yourself a criminal, what’s that mean?”
My inaugural entry for
drabble_las - and indeed for any LAS. I count it as a victory that I got no negative votes. No positive votes either, so perhaps no-one read it *g* Seriously, though, there were some amazing entries in this round; my favourites in the Fandom category are
azriona's and
plaid_slytherin's. Shame I could only vote for one!
Dancing at Tyburn
“When you say you like to call yourself a criminal, what’s that mean?”
Jack’s not fooled by the Doctor’s casual tone. He’s being judged, found guilty - and, despite his recent rescue, heading for execution.
“Guess it’s too late to say it wasn’t like that.”
“What was it like, then?” There’s that sarcasm again.
“I never hurt anyone. And I never conned anyone who couldn’t afford it.”
“Proper Robin Hood, aren’t you?” Now the bastard’s laughing at him.
“Nah. More like Claude Duval.”
The Doctor laughs, eyes alight. “So you are, Captain. Best make sure you don’t meet the same end!”
Claude Duval.