Drabble: A Promise Kept
Title: A Promise Kept (1/1)
Characters: Ten/Jack
Rating: All Ages
Spoilers/warnings: DW: The End of Time
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 keeps a promise.
A/N: Written for wendymr, who bid on me in the Support Stacie Auction. Set during the millennia skipped over in Mors Non Ultima Linea Rerum Est, but as long as you've seen End of Time, you'll understand what's going on even without that story. Prompt: Jack, and the point at which Ten's regeneration approaches.
A Promise Kept
The Doctor's eyes are wide. His voice is breaking. "I don't want to go!"
Jack's heart clenches. "I know. I'm sorry." He hugs his lover.
The Doctor pushes against his shoulder. "No… radiation…"
He kisses the Doctor's hair. "Doesn’t matter."
The pushing becomes urgent. "Kill you!"
Jack holds on. "I don't care." It'll hurt like hell, but physical pain is nothing to what he'd feel if he let go of the Doctor's shaking body now.
Looking into his eyes, the Doctor relaxes against him. "Thank you."
Jack pulls him closer, ignoring the painful burn. "Told you you won't die alone."
This drabble now has a sequel.
Characters: Ten/Jack
Rating: All Ages
Spoilers/warnings: DW: The End of Time
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 keeps a promise.
A/N: Written for wendymr, who bid on me in the Support Stacie Auction. Set during the millennia skipped over in Mors Non Ultima Linea Rerum Est, but as long as you've seen End of Time, you'll understand what's going on even without that story. Prompt: Jack, and the point at which Ten's regeneration approaches.
A Promise Kept
The Doctor's eyes are wide. His voice is breaking. "I don't want to go!"
Jack's heart clenches. "I know. I'm sorry." He hugs his lover.
The Doctor pushes against his shoulder. "No… radiation…"
He kisses the Doctor's hair. "Doesn’t matter."
The pushing becomes urgent. "Kill you!"
Jack holds on. "I don't care." It'll hurt like hell, but physical pain is nothing to what he'd feel if he let go of the Doctor's shaking body now.
Looking into his eyes, the Doctor relaxes against him. "Thank you."
Jack pulls him closer, ignoring the painful burn. "Told you you won't die alone."
This drabble now has a sequel.