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Title: Never Say Never Again
Author: christn7
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Rose, Doctor/Jack
Author's notes: A cracked sequel to Never Doing That Again for wendymr, cos, Wendy? Asking for babyfic? *g* (And I needed a distraction last night. :/) Should probably read Never Doing That Again first. This isn't BR'd, and I don't have any time to read over it at the moment, so I apologise for any mistakes. Will cross post during my lunch hour.
Summary: Jack tenses, ready to leap across the hospital bed, despite the surgeon’s warnings about his stitches, while the Doctor grins, clearly unclear about how close he is to being attacked by 150-odd pounds of angry-daddy.
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Never Say Never Again
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Jack slumps backwards, uncaring about his weight on Rose as she all but cradles him between her legs. If he squashes her... well, it’ll serve her right, it will, getting him into a mess like this.
“What do you think?” he asks. “Jack Jr.?” The baby starts to squirm and he rocks the little guy against his chest. “Guess that’s a ‘no’, little one?”
“Well, that’s settled then, he can’t be mine,” the Doctor says, a little something like sadness creeping through the sheer smug in his voice.
“And how do you figure that?” Rose asks, still stroking Jack’s hair away from his sweaty forehead.
“Just look at those ears.”
Jack tenses, ready to leap across the hospital bed, despite the surgeon’s warnings about his stitches, while the Doctor grins, clearly unclear about how close he is to being attacked by 150-odd pounds of angry-daddy.
“What’s wrong with his ears?” Rose asks, reaching around Jack’s shoulder to touch one tiny little ear.
“Nothing,” the Doctor says, “that’s my point.”
Rose snorts as Jack relaxes back against her again. “Doesn’t mean anything,” she says. “You wouldn’t have been born with those honkers.”
“Might have done, if I’d been born, you never know. Besides that, he doesn’t look a thing like me.”
Rose stares at him from behind Jack. “But he’s got blue eyes,” she says.
“Like Jack’s,” the Doctor says, patting the Captain on the head.
“Like yours,” she counters. “I’ve got brown.”
“Just means he could’ve inherited a recessive gene,” the Doctor says haughtily.
“That,” Rose says, grinning, “is exactly my point.”
Jack sighs, long since tired of this particular argument, amusing as it initially was. He’s rather tired in general, too, birth in the 43rd Century being what it is and all. “Here,” he says, thrusting the snuffling bundle at the Doctor. “Take him for a bit.”
“Jack...” The Doctor’s voice holds a warning, but he moves reflexively to grasp the boy.
“Go to Papa,” Jack coos, ignoring the Doctor as he shoots him a look.
“Don’t you want to, you know, bond?” the Doctor asks as the child settles awkwardly in his arms.
“Have done,” Jack says, settling more comfortably against the girl-shaped pillow behind him. “Bonded for eight and a half months. Can’t get any closer than that without sticking the kid back in.”
The Doctor rocks the bundle in his arms and pretty soon both father and son are drifting to sleep.
The silence doesn’t last long. “Doctor?”
“Yes, Rose?”
Rose bites her lip, watching him from her position on the bed, pinned by Jack’s slumbering form. “Could I have a look?”
The Doctor moves closer, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed without a word. Her head finds his shoulder and they stare at the boy in silence.
“He looks just like Jack,” Rose says.
“Yeah,” the Doctor agrees. “Shame, that.”
She nudges him and they both grin. “Suppose it’d be churlish to ask for a paternity- uh, a maternity- one of those DNA-test-things?”
“No need,” the Doctor says, his grin widening, “just look at that nose!”
Author: christn7
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Rose, Doctor/Jack
Author's notes: A cracked sequel to Never Doing That Again for wendymr, cos, Wendy? Asking for babyfic? *g* (And I needed a distraction last night. :/) Should probably read Never Doing That Again first. This isn't BR'd, and I don't have any time to read over it at the moment, so I apologise for any mistakes. Will cross post during my lunch hour.
Summary: Jack tenses, ready to leap across the hospital bed, despite the surgeon’s warnings about his stitches, while the Doctor grins, clearly unclear about how close he is to being attacked by 150-odd pounds of angry-daddy.
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Never Say Never Again
--
Jack slumps backwards, uncaring about his weight on Rose as she all but cradles him between her legs. If he squashes her... well, it’ll serve her right, it will, getting him into a mess like this.
“What do you think?” he asks. “Jack Jr.?” The baby starts to squirm and he rocks the little guy against his chest. “Guess that’s a ‘no’, little one?”
“Well, that’s settled then, he can’t be mine,” the Doctor says, a little something like sadness creeping through the sheer smug in his voice.
“And how do you figure that?” Rose asks, still stroking Jack’s hair away from his sweaty forehead.
“Just look at those ears.”
Jack tenses, ready to leap across the hospital bed, despite the surgeon’s warnings about his stitches, while the Doctor grins, clearly unclear about how close he is to being attacked by 150-odd pounds of angry-daddy.
“What’s wrong with his ears?” Rose asks, reaching around Jack’s shoulder to touch one tiny little ear.
“Nothing,” the Doctor says, “that’s my point.”
Rose snorts as Jack relaxes back against her again. “Doesn’t mean anything,” she says. “You wouldn’t have been born with those honkers.”
“Might have done, if I’d been born, you never know. Besides that, he doesn’t look a thing like me.”
Rose stares at him from behind Jack. “But he’s got blue eyes,” she says.
“Like Jack’s,” the Doctor says, patting the Captain on the head.
“Like yours,” she counters. “I’ve got brown.”
“Just means he could’ve inherited a recessive gene,” the Doctor says haughtily.
“That,” Rose says, grinning, “is exactly my point.”
Jack sighs, long since tired of this particular argument, amusing as it initially was. He’s rather tired in general, too, birth in the 43rd Century being what it is and all. “Here,” he says, thrusting the snuffling bundle at the Doctor. “Take him for a bit.”
“Jack...” The Doctor’s voice holds a warning, but he moves reflexively to grasp the boy.
“Go to Papa,” Jack coos, ignoring the Doctor as he shoots him a look.
“Don’t you want to, you know, bond?” the Doctor asks as the child settles awkwardly in his arms.
“Have done,” Jack says, settling more comfortably against the girl-shaped pillow behind him. “Bonded for eight and a half months. Can’t get any closer than that without sticking the kid back in.”
The Doctor rocks the bundle in his arms and pretty soon both father and son are drifting to sleep.
The silence doesn’t last long. “Doctor?”
“Yes, Rose?”
Rose bites her lip, watching him from her position on the bed, pinned by Jack’s slumbering form. “Could I have a look?”
The Doctor moves closer, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed without a word. Her head finds his shoulder and they stare at the boy in silence.
“He looks just like Jack,” Rose says.
“Yeah,” the Doctor agrees. “Shame, that.”
She nudges him and they both grin. “Suppose it’d be churlish to ask for a paternity- uh, a maternity- one of those DNA-test-things?”
“No need,” the Doctor says, his grin widening, “just look at that nose!”