for rude_not_ginger: Welcome back to the Universe, Doctor.

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Follows thisJack carried the Doctor's limp body inside the TARDIS and shut the door behind him with a firm hand. In his mind he could feel the TARDIS bubbling away with worry and concern. She could feel it too, and she didn't understand. Was he alive? Was he really alive? Could he be? What had happened? What had Jack done

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It took him a moment to realize where he was. The energy had faded, leaving him feeling renewed, alive. He flexed his fingers and they felt long and wrong and strange, but he was still there, still himself. He could hear Jack's voice from what felt like a long, long way away.

"Oh, my head," he said, groaning as he tried to sit up. "Oh, that didn't go as well as I'd hoped."

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Jack wanted to reach out. He wanted to grab hold of the Doctor and pull him tightly against him. He wanted to hold him always. But not now. Not yet.

That said, he couldn't hold back the shaky breath when the Doctor spoke.

"Doctor," he said, reaching out and grabbing a hand tightly to his wrist.

"Oh God is it good to hear you. Welcome back."

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The Doctor blinked at the console room, then back at Jack. Jack looked different, like...something had changed. He couldn't figure out what, but the way he held onto the Doctor's wrist felt strange. It felt different. Something had happened. Why didn't the TARDIS seem to notice it? She was buzzing in his mind with contentment.

"Well, these things happen," he said, giving him a grin that felt far too large for his face. "Pretty fantastic, isn't it?"

Jack didn't seem concerned at all. Good old Captain Jack.

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"You can say that again," Jack said, his smile beaming and wide.

Because there he was, the Doctor; alive and breathing and talking and smiling. And things would be okay, it would all be okay. Nothing had gone wrong, had it? They'd actually done it. All those years with him lying there dead and it had actually worked. The Doctor was alive, he was really alive. His Doctor.

Jack was quite overcome with emotion. He tried to keep it in, but he couldn't resist reaching out and touching a hand to the Doctor's cheek before pressing a small kiss to his lips. So good to have him alive.

"Look at you," he said.