Title: Little Jack, Little River
Author:
walkwithheroesRated: G (though there is one little sexual innuendo.)
Word Count: 536
Claim: River Tam and Jack Harkness
Fandom(s): Firefly, Doctor Who
Character(s): River Tam, Jack Harkness (mentions of Gwen Copper and Ianto Jones)
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Spoilers: None that I could see.
Pairing: Little Jack/River
Disclaimer: River Tam is owed by Joss Whedon. Jack Harkness and Torchwood are owned by the BBC and 'Uncle Rusty'. The phrase “big damn heroes” came from the Firefly episode 'Safe'.
Author's Note: My first prompt for this pairing. As always, a special thank you to my beta, who always makes sure my stories are the best they can be.
She fell.
There was no other word to describe what happened to her, she just...fell. Through the Rift, through time, through dimensions and space. For all her brilliance, she didn't even know how or why she fell, just that she did. She fell, she wanted to go home, she wanted...so much and so little.
She was brilliant, but also crazy. When Jack had discovered that, he assumed the Rift had broken her. She rebuffed his theory by speaking of chairs, needles, men with blue hands, alliances, and a thousand other things that Jack didn't understand. For all his brilliance, he tried to discover what she was talking about, where she was from, how to get her home...he couldn't quite do any of it.
“Little Jack fails his task.” Her voice teased, floating in from somewhere deeper inside the Hub.
They had kept her in the cages at first, but Gwen and Ianto had protested, leading their little girl lost to stay with him...alone, at the Hub.
“River?” Jack glanced around. His ears listened for the slightest sound, though he knew River would give nothing away.
A half-crazed giggle echoed against the walls. It was rather unsettling, but Jack ignored it.
“Little River Tam...come out and play...” Jack half-sang, as he moved deeper inside the Hub. “I've brought you a treat.”
“Rivers aren't animals.” River called out from her hiding spot, only sounding a little insulted.
“No.” He lowered his eyes. “You aren't an animal, you're River. We're going to find a way to get you home.”
There was a long and creepy silence, before River's voice floated to him again,
“Because you're big damn heroes?”
Jack smiled, despite himself. “We try to be.”
A small and cold hand touched Jack's shoulder, and he turned to see a wide-eyed River staring innocently back at him. “Then, you are.”
Jack felt his lips tug into a small grin. “I've brought you a soda.” He carefully took the bottle out of his coat pocket. “It's cherry.”
River nodded thankfully. “Cherries for virginal girls.” She took the bottle from him, her long fingers cold to the touch.
Jack's eyes lingered on their bodies' point of contact for the briefest of moments. Suddenly feeling awkward, Jack cleared his throat and moved away from her. “Ianto here yet?”
The picture of innocence, River shook her head. “No. He's coming...they all are.” With one last look to Jack, she walked back into the heart of the Hub.
Seconds later, Jack heard the sounds of a bottle opening, followed by the giggles of a girl that wasn't all there.