There can’t be any thought of sleep now. He just lies on his bed, staring at the ceiling, until his wrist comp finally says it’s time for breakfast. Then he puts on a shirt and some trainers and slowly makes his way to the kitchen.

He finds Rose and the Doctor sitting at the table already. Rose gets up to greet him with a hug. “Mornin’, Jack! Do ( Read more... )

Jack wakes with a strangled scream. He sits up, panting heavily. Can’t remember where he is. Can’t remember what he dreamed, either. The TARDIS considerately turns up the lights in his room - not enough to blind, but enough for him to look around and take in his surroundings. It’s all right, whatever it was. He’s in the TARDIS. He’s safe. He’s ( Read more... )

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Jack wakes up with a yawn. He slowly rubs his eyes. God, why is he so tired?

Memory comes back. The wound. The telepathy holding him still… still? He looks at his hands rubbing his face, and grins. He can move!

Rose is still lying next to him, sleeping. He carefully touches her shoulder. “Rose? Rose, wake up!”

She slowly comes to, ( Read more... )

“Doctor!” Rose is screaming at the top of her lungs. “DOCTOR!” Desperately, she tries to stem the blood seeping out of Jack’s wound, but the sharp tree limb he’s impaled on doesn’t allow her to get a proper grip. At least it’s stoppering most of the wound at the same time - that has to be good, right?

There’s crashing in the underbrush, and the ( Read more... )

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No!”

“Pretty please with a ravillian sungoberry on the top?”

“Ja-ack…” the Doctor growls warningly, biting his lover’s neck just enough to make Jack feel each individual tooth digging into his skin. It’s a classic alpha-male assertion of dominance, but it also sends lustful tingles down his spine. His toes ( Read more... )

The Doctor frowns at the monitor. These readings simply don’t make sense. They’re impossible.

Except that every time he uses that word, the universe has a tendency to turn around and sucker-punch him. And the TARDIS seems convinced her sensors are working fine. So he needs to investigate.

They are currently in orbit around - well, essentially, ( Read more... )

The bazaar of Esterin V is brimming with people. Humans, Kazeen, Terporeth, Raxacoricofallapatorians (to whom Rose reacted really badly for some reason, until the Doctor talked her down), Ood, Fendo, and a few species even he’s never seen before. The Era of the Firedove is truly a golden age for this planet - liveliest trading posts in the quadrant ( Read more... )

Jack falls back against the door, breathing heavily.

This is it. He knows what’s coming.

He’s always been like this - cool and collected in a crisis, and as charming and suave as you please while it’s necessary to keep up a front. But once he’s alone…

He fumbles to fasten the strange old-fashioned deadbolt on the door to the bedroom the Doctor ( Read more... )