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Title: Homecoming
Author: Becky_H
Character(s): Fifth Doctor, Jack
Genre: Slash
Rating: PG
Spoilers The Sound of Drums
Warnings: None
Word Count: 300-ish
Beta: None - It's a meme response, and I warned you.
Prompt: Set2Music Prompt 42: So many memories and so many miles
Summary: Written for the Time-Stamp Meme, and Miss_Zedem. 100 years after Glass and Water.
It's been a century since the Doctor told Jack he felt like home. A hundred years since he fucked and laughed and cried, with grief and relief, on the floor of a TARDIS as bright and untarnished as the Doctor.
He knows it's been a century because he's lived through the years, one day -one moment- at a time.
He goes upstairs at the sound of the TARDIS materializing, and when the Doctor steps through the door, Jack's there to meet him.
Jack's got a few more lines around his eyes and a little more gray in his hair. The Doctor looks the same as always: blonde, young and maybe even a little weak. Jack's known this Doctor for a long time -- he's blonde, but he's neither young nor weak.
It's not that knowledge, reasserting himself in Jack's mind, that makes his step falter and his grin soften.
It's that the Doctor looks the same, to him.
Except, the Doctor doesn't look the same, at all. He looks nothing like the man Jack died for, or the one he stayed with through a year of nearly unimaginable hell. He doesn't look like either of the men Jack first knew as the Doctor, but the Doctor is exactly who Jack sees.
The Doctor cants his head to the side at Jack's shift in pace and expression, and frowns very, very faintly. "Something the matter?"
Jack's grin steadies and brightens, and his stride lengthens. He holds the Doctor's face between both his hands and kisses him, slow and warm. The taste of rain and night that belongs, entirely, to the man he's kissing.
When Jack pulls back, it's just far enough to rest his forehead against the Doctor's. "You feel like home."
The Doctor doesn't have a clue what Jack's talking about.
Jack doesn't care.
Author: Becky_H
Character(s): Fifth Doctor, Jack
Genre: Slash
Rating: PG
Spoilers The Sound of Drums
Warnings: None
Word Count: 300-ish
Beta: None - It's a meme response, and I warned you.
Prompt: Set2Music Prompt 42: So many memories and so many miles
Summary: Written for the Time-Stamp Meme, and Miss_Zedem. 100 years after Glass and Water.
It's been a century since the Doctor told Jack he felt like home. A hundred years since he fucked and laughed and cried, with grief and relief, on the floor of a TARDIS as bright and untarnished as the Doctor.
He knows it's been a century because he's lived through the years, one day -one moment- at a time.
He goes upstairs at the sound of the TARDIS materializing, and when the Doctor steps through the door, Jack's there to meet him.
Jack's got a few more lines around his eyes and a little more gray in his hair. The Doctor looks the same as always: blonde, young and maybe even a little weak. Jack's known this Doctor for a long time -- he's blonde, but he's neither young nor weak.
It's not that knowledge, reasserting himself in Jack's mind, that makes his step falter and his grin soften.
It's that the Doctor looks the same, to him.
Except, the Doctor doesn't look the same, at all. He looks nothing like the man Jack died for, or the one he stayed with through a year of nearly unimaginable hell. He doesn't look like either of the men Jack first knew as the Doctor, but the Doctor is exactly who Jack sees.
The Doctor cants his head to the side at Jack's shift in pace and expression, and frowns very, very faintly. "Something the matter?"
Jack's grin steadies and brightens, and his stride lengthens. He holds the Doctor's face between both his hands and kisses him, slow and warm. The taste of rain and night that belongs, entirely, to the man he's kissing.
When Jack pulls back, it's just far enough to rest his forehead against the Doctor's. "You feel like home."
The Doctor doesn't have a clue what Jack's talking about.
Jack doesn't care.