laurab1: We Haven’t Had That Spirit Here Since 1969, Jack/Ten, PG
Title - We Haven’t Had That Spirit Here Since 1969
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG
Pairings - Jack/Ten, Martha/Ten, Jack/Martha
Length - 600 words
Summary - While stuck in 1969, Ten and Martha run into slow path Jack.
Spoilers - 3.4 Gridlock, 3.10 Blink to 3.13 The Last of the Time Lords
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Written for the 2010 Doctor/Jack fest on wintercompanion
Prompt - During Blink, the Doctor and Martha are stuck in the 60s. What if they'd run into Jack?
We Haven’t Had That Spirit Here Since 1969
by Laura
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
His timey-wimey detector: it goes ding when there's stuff. There’s a lot of stuff, this time, Martha suspects, judging by the dreadful racket the thing’s making.
“Turn it off, Doctor!” she exclaims, hands over her ears.
He doesn’t have to turn it off, because it just stops. She watches him aim the sonic screwdriver at it, but to no avail. Then the most gorgeous man she’s seen since she met the Doctor walks around the street corner.
The Time Lord stops working, and looks at the newcomer. “Captain,” he says, looking vaguely ill. He even takes a step back.
“Doctor,” the Captain replies, accusation in his tone. What did the Doctor do to him?
He brandishes the device, saying, “This is my timey-wimey detector: It goes ding when there's stuff. Well, it did. Until the stuff was you, Jack Harkness.”
“This,” he replies, displaying his wrist, closing the huge watch-like thing fastened to it, “is my Vortex Manipulator. It goes ding when there’s someone with two hearts nearby. I’ve been waiting a helluva long time for it to do that, and the guy it found be someone who actually knows me.”
The Doctor looks rather guilty, turns away from Jack, who looks at her, instead. “Captain Jack Harkness,” he says, taking her hand, offering his smile. “And who are you?”
“Martha Jones.” She returns the smile, lets the back of her hand be kissed.
“Nice to meet you, Martha Jones.”
“Stop it,” the Doctor says, sounding annoyed.
“I was only saying hello, Doctor,” Jack protests.
Sneaking in another kiss, he drops her hand. She grins at him, and they both turn to look at the Doctor. Annoyance has turned back into guilt. Martha can see something else in his eyes, too. She last saw it when the Face of Boe died, when she made him talk about Gallifrey.
Time-lines.
“I’m sorry, but it’s not time to say hello, yet, Captain. You shouldn’t be here.”
“When the hell is it time, Doctor?” Jack asks, and Martha can hear he’s trying not to let his voice crack, trying not to cry.
“I’ve already said too much, Captain.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You shouldn’t know anything about your own future. Guess that means I can’t ask about Rose, either, huh? Okay, I’ll Retcon myself. That enough for you to clear your conscience?”
Retcon. That sounds suspiciously like drugs. Surely he’s going to have to make her and himself forget this ever happened, too? How’s he going to do that?
Other than giving him a vague nod, the Doctor doesn’t really answer Jack. The nod’s followed by a bright smile. “Oh, you clever girl, Sally Sparrow!” he yells, his hearing picking up the noise of the TARDIS’ engines just before hers does.
“You can’t come, Jack, I’m sorry,” the Doctor says, as the TARDIS fully materialises.
“Kinda figured that,” Jack resignedly says. With a salute, he adds, “Give the old girl a kiss from me, and I’ll see you in hell, Doctor.”
The Time Lord returns the gesture, but not properly, and Jack turns to walk away.
“Oh, yes, Captain,” the Doctor tells Jack’s back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He looks at her, and Martha knows she can’t ask him what he’s apologising for. It won’t have happened yet, and it’ll be awful, too, she’s sure. “Come on, mister,” she says, unlocking the TARDIS with her own key, and leading the way inside. “I reckon we’ve got someone brave and clever to go and thank.”
He pastes on a smile, and replies, “We have, Martha Jones, we have.”
-end-
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG
Pairings - Jack/Ten, Martha/Ten, Jack/Martha
Length - 600 words
Summary - While stuck in 1969, Ten and Martha run into slow path Jack.
Spoilers - 3.4 Gridlock, 3.10 Blink to 3.13 The Last of the Time Lords
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Written for the 2010 Doctor/Jack fest on wintercompanion
Prompt - During Blink, the Doctor and Martha are stuck in the 60s. What if they'd run into Jack?
We Haven’t Had That Spirit Here Since 1969
by Laura
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
His timey-wimey detector: it goes ding when there's stuff. There’s a lot of stuff, this time, Martha suspects, judging by the dreadful racket the thing’s making.
“Turn it off, Doctor!” she exclaims, hands over her ears.
He doesn’t have to turn it off, because it just stops. She watches him aim the sonic screwdriver at it, but to no avail. Then the most gorgeous man she’s seen since she met the Doctor walks around the street corner.
The Time Lord stops working, and looks at the newcomer. “Captain,” he says, looking vaguely ill. He even takes a step back.
“Doctor,” the Captain replies, accusation in his tone. What did the Doctor do to him?
He brandishes the device, saying, “This is my timey-wimey detector: It goes ding when there's stuff. Well, it did. Until the stuff was you, Jack Harkness.”
“This,” he replies, displaying his wrist, closing the huge watch-like thing fastened to it, “is my Vortex Manipulator. It goes ding when there’s someone with two hearts nearby. I’ve been waiting a helluva long time for it to do that, and the guy it found be someone who actually knows me.”
The Doctor looks rather guilty, turns away from Jack, who looks at her, instead. “Captain Jack Harkness,” he says, taking her hand, offering his smile. “And who are you?”
“Martha Jones.” She returns the smile, lets the back of her hand be kissed.
“Nice to meet you, Martha Jones.”
“Stop it,” the Doctor says, sounding annoyed.
“I was only saying hello, Doctor,” Jack protests.
Sneaking in another kiss, he drops her hand. She grins at him, and they both turn to look at the Doctor. Annoyance has turned back into guilt. Martha can see something else in his eyes, too. She last saw it when the Face of Boe died, when she made him talk about Gallifrey.
Time-lines.
“I’m sorry, but it’s not time to say hello, yet, Captain. You shouldn’t be here.”
“When the hell is it time, Doctor?” Jack asks, and Martha can hear he’s trying not to let his voice crack, trying not to cry.
“I’ve already said too much, Captain.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You shouldn’t know anything about your own future. Guess that means I can’t ask about Rose, either, huh? Okay, I’ll Retcon myself. That enough for you to clear your conscience?”
Retcon. That sounds suspiciously like drugs. Surely he’s going to have to make her and himself forget this ever happened, too? How’s he going to do that?
Other than giving him a vague nod, the Doctor doesn’t really answer Jack. The nod’s followed by a bright smile. “Oh, you clever girl, Sally Sparrow!” he yells, his hearing picking up the noise of the TARDIS’ engines just before hers does.
“You can’t come, Jack, I’m sorry,” the Doctor says, as the TARDIS fully materialises.
“Kinda figured that,” Jack resignedly says. With a salute, he adds, “Give the old girl a kiss from me, and I’ll see you in hell, Doctor.”
The Time Lord returns the gesture, but not properly, and Jack turns to walk away.
“Oh, yes, Captain,” the Doctor tells Jack’s back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He looks at her, and Martha knows she can’t ask him what he’s apologising for. It won’t have happened yet, and it’ll be awful, too, she’s sure. “Come on, mister,” she says, unlocking the TARDIS with her own key, and leading the way inside. “I reckon we’ve got someone brave and clever to go and thank.”
He pastes on a smile, and replies, “We have, Martha Jones, we have.”
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