Double-Drabble: Home
Title: Double-Drabble: Home
Rating: Teen (swearing)
Spoilers/warnings: The Doctor Dances
Characters: Jack
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction; the characters are the property of the BBC and used here without permission. No money was made.
Summary: Jack's wondering if he can ever go back to the TARDIS.
A/N: A housewarming present for canaana. Congratulations on your new home!
This is set in the Those We Love the Best-verse shortly after the OT3 became lovers, but it can be read on its own. 200 words exactly.
Home
Jack plays with the strap on his wristcomp, wondering if he can ever go back. If the TARDIS will even still be there.
It was a terrible argument. Jack reddens, remembering the things he called the Doctor. "Arrogant asshole" was the mildest.
And then he stormed out of the TARDIS. After kicking the toolbox and sending tools flying everywhere.
He'd felt very righteous - until two drinks later, when he realized the Doctor had been right.
Jack activates the messaging system they installed at Rose's insistence; it connects her phone, the screwdriver, the TARDIS console, and his wristcomp.
He's not going to apologize this way. That'd be a coward's way out. If the Doctor will give him a chance, Jack will look his lover in the eye as he calls himself an imbecile. But first, he needs to know.
His fingers flick over the buttons as he sends the Doctor the question his whole future rides on. Am I still welcome?
Five seconds later, the reply pops up. Stop being an idiot and come home.
Jack smiles and turns his steps towards the TARDIS. He's almost looking forward to the telling-off, to groveling, to the teasing that will follow.
At home.
The End
Rating: Teen (swearing)
Spoilers/warnings: The Doctor Dances
Characters: Jack
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction; the characters are the property of the BBC and used here without permission. No money was made.
Summary: Jack's wondering if he can ever go back to the TARDIS.
A/N: A housewarming present for canaana. Congratulations on your new home!
This is set in the Those We Love the Best-verse shortly after the OT3 became lovers, but it can be read on its own. 200 words exactly.
Home
Jack plays with the strap on his wristcomp, wondering if he can ever go back. If the TARDIS will even still be there.
It was a terrible argument. Jack reddens, remembering the things he called the Doctor. "Arrogant asshole" was the mildest.
And then he stormed out of the TARDIS. After kicking the toolbox and sending tools flying everywhere.
He'd felt very righteous - until two drinks later, when he realized the Doctor had been right.
Jack activates the messaging system they installed at Rose's insistence; it connects her phone, the screwdriver, the TARDIS console, and his wristcomp.
He's not going to apologize this way. That'd be a coward's way out. If the Doctor will give him a chance, Jack will look his lover in the eye as he calls himself an imbecile. But first, he needs to know.
His fingers flick over the buttons as he sends the Doctor the question his whole future rides on. Am I still welcome?
Five seconds later, the reply pops up. Stop being an idiot and come home.
Jack smiles and turns his steps towards the TARDIS. He's almost looking forward to the telling-off, to groveling, to the teasing that will follow.
At home.
The End