writers30days - Jack to the Rescue
Title: Jack to the Rescue
Story: 11 out of 15
Theme: Writer's Choice
Characters: Ten and Jack
Rating: PG
A/N: Really not sure where this plot bunny came from. lol
Story for writers30days Round 3 | Full Table
Jack wasn't sure where or why or how, but something was wrong. Very wrong. He knew it the moment he woke. At the moment, he couldn't explain how he knew this, he just did. Like a poke to the brain and a flashing sign reading "HELP!" He didn't know who was in trouble or where they were. He just knew that somewhere, someone needed to be rescued and he was the only one who could save them.
What Jack did know however, was that he was lying face down on grating, which wasn't very comfortable and his chest and back throbbed as though something had pierced him straight through. He took in a sharp breath, then another and another, his lungs remembering how to breathe again. His head pounded as his heart began to beat and blood rushed through his veins, healing his wounds.
It was slowly coming back to him, but everything seemed so fuzzy. Why did his head feel so strange? Space. Time. Groggy, blurry, fog. The Doctor...
Something in his mind clicked. A memory of his friend bouncing down the ramp and out the door, jabbering excitedly in his quickened speech. Eager to see what was on the other side. The Time Lord's excited features melting to surprise and then fear as they came from nowhere and grabbed him. It was all too fast. Jack could do nothing. Something thick and metal and poisoned flashed past, through the open doors and... pain. So much pain and then no pain at all. Nothing. Black. Cold. Dead...
"DOCTOR!"
Jack bolted upright, ignoring his screaming muscles. "Doctor?"
There was no answer. He was alone aboard a ship he had no idea how to fly and his friend was gone. Captured. The poisoned fog in his mind was clearing as his body healed. He knew the who and the how, if only he could figure out the where and the why. Where had they taken the Doctor? Jack knew he had to find him and fast. Knew that every minute that ticked by was a minute too many.
He bolted out of the TARDIS and into the unknown world beyond leaving the ship dimmed and faintly whining like mechanical sobs. Jack to the rescue!
*
The Doctor wasn't having a very good day. Although, he had to admit, he'd never been tied to a spit before and carted off through the jungle by a hoard of tiny, pygmy-like creatures. It was definitely an interesting experience. Interesting, but extremely uncomfortable and quite alarming. Especially since they were all chanting something about volcano gods and sacrifices. Not an experience he ever wanted to relive.
He didn't like being bound, didn't like the feeling of not being in control. He squirmed, but the knots held tight. He also didn't like the fact that the creatures had set down the pole he was attached to and were now gathering logs beneath him. All of them happily skipping about and singing as they worked. The Doctor didn't think that songs about sacrificing had the right to sound so cheerful.
The pile of logs beneath him grew steadily larger and the Doctor could now see the torches being lined up and readied. They at least hadn't gagged him. He was free to plead his case, which he was doing quite heatedly, but it didn't seem to matter. The creatures only found his pleas, more and more entertaining. He was drawing quite the crowd.
The Doctor always hated how moments of extreme peril always seemed to play out in slow motion. Inch by inch, the torches drew nearer. Dangerously orange and yellow claws reaching out for him. He could feel the heat on his face and through his suit. He was running out of time.
Find me, Jack. Please find me.
Inch by inch they were lowered to ignite the pile of wood beneath him. He shook in his binds as the seconds crawled. His hearts pounding a fearful rhythm in his ears.
There were two things the Doctor was sure of. One, even his binary respertory system would not be able to produce enough air to blow out the torches. He still tried. Two, this was most definitely the end. He would not be able to regenerate after this. There would be nothing left of him to heal.
No, three things, he thought. He was going to kill Jack. It was then that the Time Agent chose to spring out of the woods and make his grand entrance. His face lit up with an expression that read both, "Look at me, I'm here to save the day!" and "You really don't want to know what I'm thinking right now." Considering the Doctor was bound and tied to a pole, no, he really did not want to know what his friend was thinking.
Jack smiled and winked.
*
There were two things that the Doctor was grateful for. One, he was back, safe and sound, aboard the TARDIS and two, he hadn't been sacrificed to a hungry volcano by a bunch of cheerfully singing pygmies. Although, it had been a little too close for comfort. He was busying himself with buttons and scanners when Jack climbed the ramp to the consol. The Doctor looked up at his friend and beamed. No, three things, he thought. In few strides he had his arms around the Time Agent, squeezing tightly. It had been Jack who had saved him.
Story: 11 out of 15
Theme: Writer's Choice
Characters: Ten and Jack
Rating: PG
A/N: Really not sure where this plot bunny came from. lol
Story for writers30days Round 3 | Full Table
Jack wasn't sure where or why or how, but something was wrong. Very wrong. He knew it the moment he woke. At the moment, he couldn't explain how he knew this, he just did. Like a poke to the brain and a flashing sign reading "HELP!" He didn't know who was in trouble or where they were. He just knew that somewhere, someone needed to be rescued and he was the only one who could save them.
What Jack did know however, was that he was lying face down on grating, which wasn't very comfortable and his chest and back throbbed as though something had pierced him straight through. He took in a sharp breath, then another and another, his lungs remembering how to breathe again. His head pounded as his heart began to beat and blood rushed through his veins, healing his wounds.
It was slowly coming back to him, but everything seemed so fuzzy. Why did his head feel so strange? Space. Time. Groggy, blurry, fog. The Doctor...
Something in his mind clicked. A memory of his friend bouncing down the ramp and out the door, jabbering excitedly in his quickened speech. Eager to see what was on the other side. The Time Lord's excited features melting to surprise and then fear as they came from nowhere and grabbed him. It was all too fast. Jack could do nothing. Something thick and metal and poisoned flashed past, through the open doors and... pain. So much pain and then no pain at all. Nothing. Black. Cold. Dead...
"DOCTOR!"
Jack bolted upright, ignoring his screaming muscles. "Doctor?"
There was no answer. He was alone aboard a ship he had no idea how to fly and his friend was gone. Captured. The poisoned fog in his mind was clearing as his body healed. He knew the who and the how, if only he could figure out the where and the why. Where had they taken the Doctor? Jack knew he had to find him and fast. Knew that every minute that ticked by was a minute too many.
He bolted out of the TARDIS and into the unknown world beyond leaving the ship dimmed and faintly whining like mechanical sobs. Jack to the rescue!
*
The Doctor wasn't having a very good day. Although, he had to admit, he'd never been tied to a spit before and carted off through the jungle by a hoard of tiny, pygmy-like creatures. It was definitely an interesting experience. Interesting, but extremely uncomfortable and quite alarming. Especially since they were all chanting something about volcano gods and sacrifices. Not an experience he ever wanted to relive.
He didn't like being bound, didn't like the feeling of not being in control. He squirmed, but the knots held tight. He also didn't like the fact that the creatures had set down the pole he was attached to and were now gathering logs beneath him. All of them happily skipping about and singing as they worked. The Doctor didn't think that songs about sacrificing had the right to sound so cheerful.
The pile of logs beneath him grew steadily larger and the Doctor could now see the torches being lined up and readied. They at least hadn't gagged him. He was free to plead his case, which he was doing quite heatedly, but it didn't seem to matter. The creatures only found his pleas, more and more entertaining. He was drawing quite the crowd.
The Doctor always hated how moments of extreme peril always seemed to play out in slow motion. Inch by inch, the torches drew nearer. Dangerously orange and yellow claws reaching out for him. He could feel the heat on his face and through his suit. He was running out of time.
Find me, Jack. Please find me.
Inch by inch they were lowered to ignite the pile of wood beneath him. He shook in his binds as the seconds crawled. His hearts pounding a fearful rhythm in his ears.
There were two things the Doctor was sure of. One, even his binary respertory system would not be able to produce enough air to blow out the torches. He still tried. Two, this was most definitely the end. He would not be able to regenerate after this. There would be nothing left of him to heal.
No, three things, he thought. He was going to kill Jack. It was then that the Time Agent chose to spring out of the woods and make his grand entrance. His face lit up with an expression that read both, "Look at me, I'm here to save the day!" and "You really don't want to know what I'm thinking right now." Considering the Doctor was bound and tied to a pole, no, he really did not want to know what his friend was thinking.
Jack smiled and winked.
*
There were two things that the Doctor was grateful for. One, he was back, safe and sound, aboard the TARDIS and two, he hadn't been sacrificed to a hungry volcano by a bunch of cheerfully singing pygmies. Although, it had been a little too close for comfort. He was busying himself with buttons and scanners when Jack climbed the ramp to the consol. The Doctor looked up at his friend and beamed. No, three things, he thought. In few strides he had his arms around the Time Agent, squeezing tightly. It had been Jack who had saved him.