Past Imperfect
This is for
miss_zedem. I'm not sure if it's as fluffy as you were looking for in your plea last night, but it IS Jack/Five.
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Not Mine, blah blah BLAH
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Cadet Harkness, Arton mused to himself, looking at his new ID, shining in the sunlight, Jack, he corrected himself, Cadet Jack Harkness. He dropped his ID on top of his uniform jacket, lying discarded in the soft, lush lilac grass.
He leaned back against the trunk of the tree, gazing down at the academy buildings below him. This was their last chance to change their minds, and he knew all of the other cadets had sought out sanctuaries to think hard. If he went back down there in his uniform, then there was no going back, he would be leaving everything behind, his family, his friends, even his name. He would be Jack Harkness, and Arton Hessing would be dead, he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t cut himself off from everything that way. He was going to have to quit.
“May I sit here?” The voice, light and pleasant, made him jump, he hadn’t heard anyone coming up the hill. Looking up, he raised an eyebrow. The man standing over him was blond, and his face was open, cheerful and reassuring, even if he was oddly dressed, in a long white coat with red piping, and some kind of plant in the button hole.
“Sure, why not.” Jack shrugged.
The man sat beside him, leaning against the trunk, his shoulder brushing that of the young cadet.
“Having doubts?” He asked, nodding in the direction of the sprawl of buildings below.
“What would you know?” Jack asked, a little sullenly.
“I know what you have to give up, to become a time agent.”
“Who are you?”
“Just a friend, or I will be.”
Another raise of a dark eyebrow, and the blond smiled.
“Will you trust me?”
“Yes.” The answer fell out of his mouth before his brain could even wrap around the question.
“I’m the Doctor, and that’s all I can tell you about me. You haven’t decided on your name yet, so I’ll call you angel.”
“I’m hardly angelic.” The young man snorted.
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” The Doctor leaned in, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to the younger man’s lips.
He jerked his head back slightly, breaking the contact, and looking into the Doctor’s blue eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“You said you would trust me. Give yourself over to me, please.”
“You want to fuck me? What has that got to do with the decision I have to make?”
“No, I want to make love to you. You will understand, afterwards. I promise.”
He wondered briefly if this Doctor was some kind of pervert, preying on young cadets who were confused and vulnerable, but even as he thought it, he knew no other cadet had seen this man, and nor were any likely to.
The Doctor sensed the young man’s capitulation, and reached out to brush the dark hair lightly.
“I’m not going to hurt you, angel.” He promised.
He didn’t put up even a token resistance as the Doctor reached out, tugging his uniform undershirt off and dropping it on top of the jacket. Long fingers skated over muscles that had yet to fill out into the bulk that later years would bring him, at eighteen, he still bore the coltish sinews of youth. He left the younger man to pull the rest of his clothes off himself, as he turned his attention to laying his own clothes aside.
He gently eased the now naked young man down into the sweet smelling grass, kissing him gently once more as he ran light caresses over the slender chest, across the flat stomach, and down to where his cock lay in a nest of soft curls. He could feel it starting to stir, to swell with blood already, and he teased it gently until it hardened fully in his hand.
Blue eyes locked on blue as the Doctor broke the kiss, and he trembled slightly as the Doctor changed position slightly, unable to swallow a gasp and stop his muscles tensing as the first long, agile finger slid slickly into his body, torn between his instinctive trust of this man, and his brain pointing out that he knew nothing about him.
“Relax. I promise I’m not here to hurt you.” The Doctor told him, dropping a light kiss on the taut stomach.
Instinct won, and he relaxed, allowing the older man to do what he wanted. He felt the finger within him start to move, sliding in and out, stretching him, and opening him for more. A second finger joined the first, and he breathed through the burn, closing his eyes. They snapped open again, his body bucking, as the two probing fingers brushed his prostate.
“Gods, do that again.” He moaned, blowing out a deep breath. The Doctor obeyed, sending flames of arousal surging through him, sending him so high he didn’t even feel the burn of the third finger pushing inside him.
“Are you ready for me Angel?” The voice a soft breath against his ear.
“Yesss.” He hissed, the sound transmuting into a loud moan as the man above him sheathed himself in one quick, smooth stroke. He grabbed the narrow hips, holding the Doctor still as his body gradually adjusted to the thick, hard length buried deep within him. The man felt huge, filling him, making him feel more whole than any man he had allowed inside him before.
“OK, OK, I’m ready.” He finally breathed, releasing his tight grip on the Doctor’s hips, stroking up the ribs to hold his shoulders instead as he wrapped his legs around the slim waist.
The Doctor settled himself, resting on his elbows with the dark head cradled between his hands, watching the young man’s eyes as he started to thrust gently into him, nudging his prostate on every second thrust. In the depths of the young man’s eyes, he could see the timeline easing back on track. He wasn’t sure who had tried to shove this young man’s destiny off the rails, but now it would be how it was meant to be. He swallowed the young man’s cries in a deep kiss, planting a gentle thread of truth in his mind as it flew apart with his climax. Thrusting harder, the Doctor spilled himself deep inside the young man, holding him close as they breathed hard, coming down together.
“If I walk away now, I’ll be stuck on this planet until the day I die, won’t I?” The young man asked, his head resting on the Doctor’s shoulder as he held him securely.
“Probably. You may be able to sign onto a freighter or cargo ship as crew, but the future you are meant to have will be gone.”
The young man twisted so he was above the Doctor, looking down at him.
“How many rules have you broken, time lord?”
“How did you know?”
“You know what my future is meant to be, therefore you are either a time agent, which you are not, or a living breathing myth, a time lord. And the fact that I could hear two heartbeats while I was lying there………….”
The Doctor threw his head back into the gentle cradle of the grass, and laughed.
“He was right, you are brilliant. I have broken no rules, I have repaired a damaged timeline. I can’t tell you any more, even a raw cadet time agent knows that.”
“I know.” The young man pulled away and started to pull his clothes back on, fastening his uniform jacket and putting away the ID before kneeling beside the still naked time lord once more.
“Will I ever see you again, Doctor Time lord?”
“Perhaps. Can you tell me your name now?”
“Cadet Jack Harkness.” Jack said with a slight, sad smile.
“Good. Don’t live in hope of seeing me, Jack Harkness, if it happens, it will be because the universe wills it.”
“Here’s hoping she smiles on me.” Jack laughed, leaning down to steal a light kiss from the Doctor before pushing to his feet and walking down the hill without a backward glance.
The Doctor pulled his clothes on and walked down the other hill, to where two TARDISes stood side by side, his tenth incarnation leaning against the panels of his own TARDIS.
“How is he?” He asked his older self.
“Still unconscious, but recovering, now that his immortality is not fighting with the universe over a torn timeline. Thank you.”
“You were right you know, he is brilliant. He caught me out, figured out what I was.”
“I did warn you.” Ten said with a manic grin.
“Yes, you did. Look after him.”
“Always.” Ten said, vanishing back inside his own TARDIS, which quickly dematerialized.
The Doctor looked back toward the hill, knowing on the other side the young Jack Harkness was right now accepting his commission into the time agency, stepping onto the road to his future.
“I wish I had really met you first.” He whispered, before stepping inside and hurling his TARDIS back into the vortex, going to pick up Tegan and Turlough from the vacation planet he had left them on.
The breeze whipped through the grass where the two time machines had stood, brushing the soft springy grass back into order until there was no hint they had ever been there.
miss_zedem. I'm not sure if it's as fluffy as you were looking for in your plea last night, but it IS Jack/Five.
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Not Mine, blah blah BLAH
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Cadet Harkness, Arton mused to himself, looking at his new ID, shining in the sunlight, Jack, he corrected himself, Cadet Jack Harkness. He dropped his ID on top of his uniform jacket, lying discarded in the soft, lush lilac grass.
He leaned back against the trunk of the tree, gazing down at the academy buildings below him. This was their last chance to change their minds, and he knew all of the other cadets had sought out sanctuaries to think hard. If he went back down there in his uniform, then there was no going back, he would be leaving everything behind, his family, his friends, even his name. He would be Jack Harkness, and Arton Hessing would be dead, he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t cut himself off from everything that way. He was going to have to quit.
“May I sit here?” The voice, light and pleasant, made him jump, he hadn’t heard anyone coming up the hill. Looking up, he raised an eyebrow. The man standing over him was blond, and his face was open, cheerful and reassuring, even if he was oddly dressed, in a long white coat with red piping, and some kind of plant in the button hole.
“Sure, why not.” Jack shrugged.
The man sat beside him, leaning against the trunk, his shoulder brushing that of the young cadet.
“Having doubts?” He asked, nodding in the direction of the sprawl of buildings below.
“What would you know?” Jack asked, a little sullenly.
“I know what you have to give up, to become a time agent.”
“Who are you?”
“Just a friend, or I will be.”
Another raise of a dark eyebrow, and the blond smiled.
“Will you trust me?”
“Yes.” The answer fell out of his mouth before his brain could even wrap around the question.
“I’m the Doctor, and that’s all I can tell you about me. You haven’t decided on your name yet, so I’ll call you angel.”
“I’m hardly angelic.” The young man snorted.
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” The Doctor leaned in, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to the younger man’s lips.
He jerked his head back slightly, breaking the contact, and looking into the Doctor’s blue eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“You said you would trust me. Give yourself over to me, please.”
“You want to fuck me? What has that got to do with the decision I have to make?”
“No, I want to make love to you. You will understand, afterwards. I promise.”
He wondered briefly if this Doctor was some kind of pervert, preying on young cadets who were confused and vulnerable, but even as he thought it, he knew no other cadet had seen this man, and nor were any likely to.
The Doctor sensed the young man’s capitulation, and reached out to brush the dark hair lightly.
“I’m not going to hurt you, angel.” He promised.
He didn’t put up even a token resistance as the Doctor reached out, tugging his uniform undershirt off and dropping it on top of the jacket. Long fingers skated over muscles that had yet to fill out into the bulk that later years would bring him, at eighteen, he still bore the coltish sinews of youth. He left the younger man to pull the rest of his clothes off himself, as he turned his attention to laying his own clothes aside.
He gently eased the now naked young man down into the sweet smelling grass, kissing him gently once more as he ran light caresses over the slender chest, across the flat stomach, and down to where his cock lay in a nest of soft curls. He could feel it starting to stir, to swell with blood already, and he teased it gently until it hardened fully in his hand.
Blue eyes locked on blue as the Doctor broke the kiss, and he trembled slightly as the Doctor changed position slightly, unable to swallow a gasp and stop his muscles tensing as the first long, agile finger slid slickly into his body, torn between his instinctive trust of this man, and his brain pointing out that he knew nothing about him.
“Relax. I promise I’m not here to hurt you.” The Doctor told him, dropping a light kiss on the taut stomach.
Instinct won, and he relaxed, allowing the older man to do what he wanted. He felt the finger within him start to move, sliding in and out, stretching him, and opening him for more. A second finger joined the first, and he breathed through the burn, closing his eyes. They snapped open again, his body bucking, as the two probing fingers brushed his prostate.
“Gods, do that again.” He moaned, blowing out a deep breath. The Doctor obeyed, sending flames of arousal surging through him, sending him so high he didn’t even feel the burn of the third finger pushing inside him.
“Are you ready for me Angel?” The voice a soft breath against his ear.
“Yesss.” He hissed, the sound transmuting into a loud moan as the man above him sheathed himself in one quick, smooth stroke. He grabbed the narrow hips, holding the Doctor still as his body gradually adjusted to the thick, hard length buried deep within him. The man felt huge, filling him, making him feel more whole than any man he had allowed inside him before.
“OK, OK, I’m ready.” He finally breathed, releasing his tight grip on the Doctor’s hips, stroking up the ribs to hold his shoulders instead as he wrapped his legs around the slim waist.
The Doctor settled himself, resting on his elbows with the dark head cradled between his hands, watching the young man’s eyes as he started to thrust gently into him, nudging his prostate on every second thrust. In the depths of the young man’s eyes, he could see the timeline easing back on track. He wasn’t sure who had tried to shove this young man’s destiny off the rails, but now it would be how it was meant to be. He swallowed the young man’s cries in a deep kiss, planting a gentle thread of truth in his mind as it flew apart with his climax. Thrusting harder, the Doctor spilled himself deep inside the young man, holding him close as they breathed hard, coming down together.
“If I walk away now, I’ll be stuck on this planet until the day I die, won’t I?” The young man asked, his head resting on the Doctor’s shoulder as he held him securely.
“Probably. You may be able to sign onto a freighter or cargo ship as crew, but the future you are meant to have will be gone.”
The young man twisted so he was above the Doctor, looking down at him.
“How many rules have you broken, time lord?”
“How did you know?”
“You know what my future is meant to be, therefore you are either a time agent, which you are not, or a living breathing myth, a time lord. And the fact that I could hear two heartbeats while I was lying there………….”
The Doctor threw his head back into the gentle cradle of the grass, and laughed.
“He was right, you are brilliant. I have broken no rules, I have repaired a damaged timeline. I can’t tell you any more, even a raw cadet time agent knows that.”
“I know.” The young man pulled away and started to pull his clothes back on, fastening his uniform jacket and putting away the ID before kneeling beside the still naked time lord once more.
“Will I ever see you again, Doctor Time lord?”
“Perhaps. Can you tell me your name now?”
“Cadet Jack Harkness.” Jack said with a slight, sad smile.
“Good. Don’t live in hope of seeing me, Jack Harkness, if it happens, it will be because the universe wills it.”
“Here’s hoping she smiles on me.” Jack laughed, leaning down to steal a light kiss from the Doctor before pushing to his feet and walking down the hill without a backward glance.
The Doctor pulled his clothes on and walked down the other hill, to where two TARDISes stood side by side, his tenth incarnation leaning against the panels of his own TARDIS.
“How is he?” He asked his older self.
“Still unconscious, but recovering, now that his immortality is not fighting with the universe over a torn timeline. Thank you.”
“You were right you know, he is brilliant. He caught me out, figured out what I was.”
“I did warn you.” Ten said with a manic grin.
“Yes, you did. Look after him.”
“Always.” Ten said, vanishing back inside his own TARDIS, which quickly dematerialized.
The Doctor looked back toward the hill, knowing on the other side the young Jack Harkness was right now accepting his commission into the time agency, stepping onto the road to his future.
“I wish I had really met you first.” He whispered, before stepping inside and hurling his TARDIS back into the vortex, going to pick up Tegan and Turlough from the vacation planet he had left them on.
The breeze whipped through the grass where the two time machines had stood, brushing the soft springy grass back into order until there was no hint they had ever been there.