“No.” The Doctor pushes a lever, spins a wheel and slams a button. It’s not over yet. He won’t die today.
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Jack moans and wriggles his hips, grinding his back into the customer. He’s glad the burly soldier can’t see his face from behind, because he knows his eyes are cold and distant, his expression blank. He’s learned to fake just enough
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Me neither, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for commenting!
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very them.
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Glad you enjoyed, thanks for posting! :)
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It won’t be sunshine and roses, but it will be solace.
That's what they both need. And at least they can get it in fic.
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They need so much more... they deserve so much better. *sighs* But hey, this is still more than RTD will give them. *g*
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'Fraid so :( *goes to find more Ten/Jack*
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I'm glad the story had such an emotional impact - thanks for commenting! :)
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