megans_writing: In The Mood (Jack/11) [PG]
Title: In The Mood
Author/Artist/Vidder/...: megans_writing
Challenge: 2011 Doctor/Jack Bingo Fest
Prompt used: AU!War time
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/11
Spoilers/warnings: AU. 1940s WW2. Hurt/Comfort.
Summary: Jack is a Captain in the RAF and was injured in battle. He's been spending his time in a War Hospital under taken care of his unorthodox Doctor.
Jack stares up at the ceiling, at the brightly colored construction paper flowers. Pink. Purple. Orange.
The Doctor thinks that colors and relaxing images of flowers, butterflies, and sleeping kittens will improve their treatment. Jack doesn't have a medical degree (not that he's sure the Doctor has one, either) but he hasn't found these fake flowers… relaxing.
"How are we doing today, Harkness?"
Jack glances toward the door; he hadn't noticed that the Doctor had come in. Maybe he hadn't knocked on the door like everyone else? It did seem like him.
The Doctor is wearing that bow tie again. And his hair… it's almost futuristic. The Doctor is so young and has a boyish face. It seems like he must have recently graduated from medical school… or high school.
He watches as the Doctor pulls a stool next to his bed and sits. He doesn't say anything to Jack as he flips through some papers, probably his medical files. Finally the Doctor looks up, gesturing at the ceiling with the papers. "So how to you like the flowers?"
"They're horrid," he replies dully.
The Doctor gives him a childish pout. "I spent a lot of time on those. Made them myself." There was definitely pride in his voice.
Jack looks up at the flowers again. They all have jagged edges, and buttons for centers. He had thought they were made by a child. "They're still horrid."
"Well aren't you a little monster today?" The Doctor gives him a cheeky smile as he looks over the papers again and takes out a pen from inside his tweed jacket. "Any side effects from the medication?"
Jack rolls his eyes. "No."
"Any dizziness? Nausea? Headaches?"
"Didn't I already tell you I had no side effects, Doc?" Jack bites back.
"Ah, we've started on the 'Doc'…" The Doctor smiles at him. "Did you do your exercises with Jones?"
Jack smiles cheekily. Nurse Martha Jones was a young woman with big aspirations. She came in once a day to work on his physical rehab. Jones was quite beautiful and he didn't mind telling her so. "Yeah."
"I trust you didn't harass my staff?" the Doctor asks, his eyebrow raised.
"Don't you trust me, Doc?"
The Doctor doesn't answer but keeps scribbling in the files.
Jack takes the time to gaze at the Doctor. He is an attractive man. He has such charisma and is so unorthodox. Jack doesn't feel bad that he has feelings for the Doctor even though he has a wife back home. He was only married to Estelle on paper. She had never visited him while he was in hospital and his suspicions were confirmed when a letter from his mother arrived informing him that Estelle was four months pregnant. The baby couldn't be his, of course, since he had been gone for almost a year. Whenever he gets back home… if he gets back home, he is going to file for divorce immediately. No one knows that Jack likes men as well as women. And he isn't about to go shouting it from the rooftops, since he could go to jail if he was caught.
Jack sighs. He can't stand the silence between them anymore. The sound of that damn pen on paper is getting on his nerves. "When can I go back in the field, Doc?"
The Doctor glances up from the stack of papers. "I dunno. A month? Maybe two."
Jack grimaces. "What the hell, Doc? Two months? My men need me!"
The Doctor finally stops writing, lays the papers on his lap and crosses his legs. "You know I've never seen anyone so eager to go back to war, Captain." He lets out a sigh. "Wasn't it Sherman who said 'War is hell'? Do you disagree with him?"
He growls. "Why two months? I've seen other men here only a week."
"You're lucky you're alive, Harkness. How you walked away from that crash with just a torn ligament in your right knee…" The Doctor shakes his head. "And you want to go back to hell?" He leans in; Jack can feel the Doctor's breath. "Why?"
"Because it makes me feel alive." And that is the truth. It was probably the most honest thing he had told the Doctor. But, Jack didn't want to be the underdog in this conversation."Why are you here, Doc? Get a thrill out of helping weak men?"
"No." The Doctor leans in closer, their lips almost touching. "Just you."
They linger there; just for a moment, but to Jack it feels like an eternity. His eyes shift from the Doctor's pink lips to his light colored eyes. Those lips look so kissable and his eyes… his eyes seem too old for a man so boyish in appearance.
"Well, I better be off on the rest of my rounds." The Doctor turns away, picking up his papers. "Let me put the radio on for you." In two strides he crosses the room and tunes the Marconi Radio to a suitable station; an older Glenn Miller song comes on, 'In The Mood'. "There." The Doctor gives him a quick smile and wave, then leaves as mysterious as he had come.
Jack closes his eyes and lets his mind wander with the music. Now this was relaxing.
Author/Artist/Vidder/...: megans_writing
Challenge: 2011 Doctor/Jack Bingo Fest
Prompt used: AU!War time
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/11
Spoilers/warnings: AU. 1940s WW2. Hurt/Comfort.
Summary: Jack is a Captain in the RAF and was injured in battle. He's been spending his time in a War Hospital under taken care of his unorthodox Doctor.
Jack stares up at the ceiling, at the brightly colored construction paper flowers. Pink. Purple. Orange.
The Doctor thinks that colors and relaxing images of flowers, butterflies, and sleeping kittens will improve their treatment. Jack doesn't have a medical degree (not that he's sure the Doctor has one, either) but he hasn't found these fake flowers… relaxing.
"How are we doing today, Harkness?"
Jack glances toward the door; he hadn't noticed that the Doctor had come in. Maybe he hadn't knocked on the door like everyone else? It did seem like him.
The Doctor is wearing that bow tie again. And his hair… it's almost futuristic. The Doctor is so young and has a boyish face. It seems like he must have recently graduated from medical school… or high school.
He watches as the Doctor pulls a stool next to his bed and sits. He doesn't say anything to Jack as he flips through some papers, probably his medical files. Finally the Doctor looks up, gesturing at the ceiling with the papers. "So how to you like the flowers?"
"They're horrid," he replies dully.
The Doctor gives him a childish pout. "I spent a lot of time on those. Made them myself." There was definitely pride in his voice.
Jack looks up at the flowers again. They all have jagged edges, and buttons for centers. He had thought they were made by a child. "They're still horrid."
"Well aren't you a little monster today?" The Doctor gives him a cheeky smile as he looks over the papers again and takes out a pen from inside his tweed jacket. "Any side effects from the medication?"
Jack rolls his eyes. "No."
"Any dizziness? Nausea? Headaches?"
"Didn't I already tell you I had no side effects, Doc?" Jack bites back.
"Ah, we've started on the 'Doc'…" The Doctor smiles at him. "Did you do your exercises with Jones?"
Jack smiles cheekily. Nurse Martha Jones was a young woman with big aspirations. She came in once a day to work on his physical rehab. Jones was quite beautiful and he didn't mind telling her so. "Yeah."
"I trust you didn't harass my staff?" the Doctor asks, his eyebrow raised.
"Don't you trust me, Doc?"
The Doctor doesn't answer but keeps scribbling in the files.
Jack takes the time to gaze at the Doctor. He is an attractive man. He has such charisma and is so unorthodox. Jack doesn't feel bad that he has feelings for the Doctor even though he has a wife back home. He was only married to Estelle on paper. She had never visited him while he was in hospital and his suspicions were confirmed when a letter from his mother arrived informing him that Estelle was four months pregnant. The baby couldn't be his, of course, since he had been gone for almost a year. Whenever he gets back home… if he gets back home, he is going to file for divorce immediately. No one knows that Jack likes men as well as women. And he isn't about to go shouting it from the rooftops, since he could go to jail if he was caught.
Jack sighs. He can't stand the silence between them anymore. The sound of that damn pen on paper is getting on his nerves. "When can I go back in the field, Doc?"
The Doctor glances up from the stack of papers. "I dunno. A month? Maybe two."
Jack grimaces. "What the hell, Doc? Two months? My men need me!"
The Doctor finally stops writing, lays the papers on his lap and crosses his legs. "You know I've never seen anyone so eager to go back to war, Captain." He lets out a sigh. "Wasn't it Sherman who said 'War is hell'? Do you disagree with him?"
He growls. "Why two months? I've seen other men here only a week."
"You're lucky you're alive, Harkness. How you walked away from that crash with just a torn ligament in your right knee…" The Doctor shakes his head. "And you want to go back to hell?" He leans in; Jack can feel the Doctor's breath. "Why?"
"Because it makes me feel alive." And that is the truth. It was probably the most honest thing he had told the Doctor. But, Jack didn't want to be the underdog in this conversation."Why are you here, Doc? Get a thrill out of helping weak men?"
"No." The Doctor leans in closer, their lips almost touching. "Just you."
They linger there; just for a moment, but to Jack it feels like an eternity. His eyes shift from the Doctor's pink lips to his light colored eyes. Those lips look so kissable and his eyes… his eyes seem too old for a man so boyish in appearance.
"Well, I better be off on the rest of my rounds." The Doctor turns away, picking up his papers. "Let me put the radio on for you." In two strides he crosses the room and tunes the Marconi Radio to a suitable station; an older Glenn Miller song comes on, 'In The Mood'. "There." The Doctor gives him a quick smile and wave, then leaves as mysterious as he had come.
Jack closes his eyes and lets his mind wander with the music. Now this was relaxing.