It took a while for Jack to repair. A long time of sleeping and letting his body and the universe do the work for him. He thought he wouldn't. He was terrified he wouldn't. Terrified that he'd be stuck in this old frail body for an eternity. But he should have known, all it took was that spark. That spark that told the universe to start.
And the universe started.
With sleep, Jack wasn't sure how long it was. He had no gauge to go by and nothing but the worry he had knowing the Doctor was out there alone, facing things he should have someone with him through
( ... )
The Doctor hadn't expected Jack to be out of bed. If he were perfectly honest, he hadn't expected Jack to be out of bed for a very long time, if at all. He'd convinced himself that he would make it work, somehow, but he wasn't holding out hope for a physical recovery.
But there he was, his fixed companion, standing there and healthy and repaired. He beamed at him. If Wilf weren't here, he'd kiss him. Well, if Wilf weren't here and he didn't have to save the planet. Sadly, kissing came secondary to planetary-saving.
"Wilf," the Doctor said, gesturing to the youngest of the three of them. "Jack. Jack, this is Wilf, Donna's grandfather. Going to help us out with Naismith."
Jack continued to smile at the Doctor for a moment, beamed at him because there he was alive. And that was so very good.
He winked at him, just slightly.
"Wilf!" he said enthusiastically, stepping forward and offering his hand. "Donna's granddad eh? Oh got a handful there! Good to meet you!"
Wilf took his hand, looking slightly bewildered at the man in front of him and the room around him. "Ahh right-o." He turned his head to Doctor, "Never said you had anyone on here."
Jack raised both eyebrows as though he might be annoyed, but it was playful and nothing more.
Wilf took another step forward and looked around. "This is a bit..."
"Bigger on the inside?" Jack asked, cutting him off (he'd always wanted to get that line).
"Nah. Messy, I was thinking. Messy."
Jack laughed and then thought back to what the Doctor had said. He looked back at him. "Who's Naismith?"
"You know, I can take you home," the Doctor said to Wilf, gesturing with the book in his hand. It was all for show, really. He loved having Wilf on board. In a way, it felt a little easier talking to him about death. After all, Wilf was nearing the end of his life, too.
When the Doctor died for Jack, all that would be left was grief. Jack had forever.
He handed Jack the book. "Donna gave it to Wilf. I think it's the DoctorDonna inside of her, trying to break out, give us a clue where to go next. I should be able to isolate the Master's signal once we get closer."
He rubbed a thumb across his chest as he pulled levers and buttons. The skin was still raw, the flesh seared by the Master's rays. He hadn't killed him, though, and there was no doubt in the Doctor's mind that he could've.
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And the universe started.
With sleep, Jack wasn't sure how long it was. He had no gauge to go by and nothing but the worry he had knowing the Doctor was out there alone, facing things he should have someone with him through ( ... )
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But there he was, his fixed companion, standing there and healthy and repaired. He beamed at him. If Wilf weren't here, he'd kiss him. Well, if Wilf weren't here and he didn't have to save the planet. Sadly, kissing came secondary to planetary-saving.
"Wilf," the Doctor said, gesturing to the youngest of the three of them. "Jack. Jack, this is Wilf, Donna's grandfather. Going to help us out with Naismith."
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He winked at him, just slightly.
"Wilf!" he said enthusiastically, stepping forward and offering his hand. "Donna's granddad eh? Oh got a handful there! Good to meet you!"
Wilf took his hand, looking slightly bewildered at the man in front of him and the room around him. "Ahh right-o." He turned his head to Doctor, "Never said you had anyone on here."
Jack raised both eyebrows as though he might be annoyed, but it was playful and nothing more.
Wilf took another step forward and looked around. "This is a bit..."
"Bigger on the inside?" Jack asked, cutting him off (he'd always wanted to get that line).
"Nah. Messy, I was thinking. Messy."
Jack laughed and then thought back to what the Doctor had said. He looked back at him. "Who's Naismith?"
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When the Doctor died for Jack, all that would be left was grief. Jack had forever.
He handed Jack the book. "Donna gave it to Wilf. I think it's the DoctorDonna inside of her, trying to break out, give us a clue where to go next. I should be able to isolate the Master's signal once we get closer."
He rubbed a thumb across his chest as he pulled levers and buttons. The skin was still raw, the flesh seared by the Master's rays. He hadn't killed him, though, and there was no doubt in the Doctor's mind that he could've.
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