fic: Two Can Play At That Game (32/32)
Title: Two Can Play At That Game
Rating: pg-13
Spoilers: in a general sense
Disclaimer: I'm too tired to care if they get me
Summary: When Martha uses the Chameleon Arch, Jack helps with the Doctor's new life...
Notes: Done, done done DONE!!! Whacko!AU!Muse and I would like to thank everyone who's been suffering along through this to the bitter end, and remind our Gentle Readers that you haven't nearly seen the last of her, unless I can get her back under lock and key before she starts posting "Never Say Never Again" on Friday...
[Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, and 31.]
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Jack knew to the second how quickly he could get up to the Plass at the first sound of those engines. Still, even he hadn't been expecting to hear them again quite so soon. "Picture perfect," a familiar voice was saying as the blue doors opened.
"They grow up so fast, don't they."
"Told you I'd be back when he's driving." He looked a little young for it, to Jack's eye, but then who the hell really knew with a Time Lord. The boy was giving Jack the once-over with a solemn brown gaze.
"Has Mum finished helping you carve your TARDIS, Uncle Jack?"
The Doctor cleared his throat. "I don't think that's happened for them yet, Jack-Jack." He seemed calmer, somehow, steadier within himself. Jack wondered if the TARDIS had known what she was doing all along.
Even despite the darker skin the boy was a miniature version of his father, from the fathomless eyes that weren't missing a detail around him right down to the eccentric fashion sense. Who wore Panama hats anymore? Jack could bet that the hair under it would spring out into a permanent tousle. "Teaching him the family business, then?"
"Well, as best I can, under the circumstances. No child of mine is ever going to look into the Untempered Schism again." A hint, there, of the Oncoming Storm, and Jack decided not to ask. "We're getting by."
"Looks like. What have you done with Ianto?"
The Doctor scratched his ear with the hand that wasn't holding Jack-Jack's. "There was a harem involved, as I recall. He seemed happy." Jack threw back his head and roared with laughter. "Why are we still standing out here in the cold? We have presents."
The Torchwood staff had barely settled back in at their posts when the great door rolled open again. Jack took a certain perverse delight at the sight of the jaws dropping across the room as the Time Lord and his not-so-little double trooped into the Hub behind him. "Just so you know, Captain, I'll be putting in for insanity pay again this month," Owen said.
"Insanity pay for everybody," Jack said, and went to sweep his favorite lamp out of the path of a very small sonic screwdriver.
Rating: pg-13
Spoilers: in a general sense
Disclaimer: I'm too tired to care if they get me
Summary: When Martha uses the Chameleon Arch, Jack helps with the Doctor's new life...
Notes: Done, done done DONE!!! Whacko!AU!Muse and I would like to thank everyone who's been suffering along through this to the bitter end, and remind our Gentle Readers that you haven't nearly seen the last of her, unless I can get her back under lock and key before she starts posting "Never Say Never Again" on Friday...
[Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, and 31.]
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Jack knew to the second how quickly he could get up to the Plass at the first sound of those engines. Still, even he hadn't been expecting to hear them again quite so soon. "Picture perfect," a familiar voice was saying as the blue doors opened.
"They grow up so fast, don't they."
"Told you I'd be back when he's driving." He looked a little young for it, to Jack's eye, but then who the hell really knew with a Time Lord. The boy was giving Jack the once-over with a solemn brown gaze.
"Has Mum finished helping you carve your TARDIS, Uncle Jack?"
The Doctor cleared his throat. "I don't think that's happened for them yet, Jack-Jack." He seemed calmer, somehow, steadier within himself. Jack wondered if the TARDIS had known what she was doing all along.
Even despite the darker skin the boy was a miniature version of his father, from the fathomless eyes that weren't missing a detail around him right down to the eccentric fashion sense. Who wore Panama hats anymore? Jack could bet that the hair under it would spring out into a permanent tousle. "Teaching him the family business, then?"
"Well, as best I can, under the circumstances. No child of mine is ever going to look into the Untempered Schism again." A hint, there, of the Oncoming Storm, and Jack decided not to ask. "We're getting by."
"Looks like. What have you done with Ianto?"
The Doctor scratched his ear with the hand that wasn't holding Jack-Jack's. "There was a harem involved, as I recall. He seemed happy." Jack threw back his head and roared with laughter. "Why are we still standing out here in the cold? We have presents."
The Torchwood staff had barely settled back in at their posts when the great door rolled open again. Jack took a certain perverse delight at the sight of the jaws dropping across the room as the Time Lord and his not-so-little double trooped into the Hub behind him. "Just so you know, Captain, I'll be putting in for insanity pay again this month," Owen said.
"Insanity pay for everybody," Jack said, and went to sweep his favorite lamp out of the path of a very small sonic screwdriver.