| Date: 13 December 2007
Characters: The Ninth Doctor, Jack Harkness Location: library Link to IJ: thread #5622 |
 He was looking for Jack.
It was surprisingly difficult to find people when you were actually looking for them. But he eventually did, in a library, coming up behind Jack, saying smoothly, "Captain." |
 He tilted his head back and around to look at the Doctor.
"Doctor." |
| The Doctor slid his hand to the back of Jack's neck familiarly. "Find anything?" |
| "Quite a bit, actually, but not from the library. I'm just here for entertainment. You?" |
| "Yeah, a lot. Found another me." |
| "Found another you?" He asked. "Another regeneration, or another of this one?" He asked. He pivoted left his chair and sat on the table, facing the Doctor. |
| The Doctor stepped between Jack's legs, putting his hands on Jack's knees, "An older than me." |
| "What'd you find out?" The touching was worrying him. |
| "You died, which you knew. Rose, whoever she is, brought you back by pouring the vortex in you." He was quiet, "And you're not going to die because you're fixed in time, Jack." |
| "Rose wasn't." He stopped and tried to work it out. Then he just stopped. |
| He kept his hands on Jack's knees, watching him. |
| "I think I'm going to throw up." He pushed the Doctor back firmly, got up and walked outside. |
| The Doctor followed him, "I'm sorry." |
| He leaned back against the wall, palms against brick again , eyes closed and breathing evenly and slowly. "Not your fault." he stopped. "Well, all your fault but it doesn't matter now." |
| He set his hands on Jack's hips, breathing in time with him, "what can I do, Jack?" |
| "Kill me." He was not being serious. |
| "How about not." |
| "Yeah, that's what I thought. You only accidently get me killed." |
| "Only accidently get anyone killed." |
| "Well, you're NO GOOD AT IT." He was almost joking, through the freak out of realizing, really realizing - looking down into - just how endless eternity was. |
| The Doctor rubbed Jack's hips, trying for soothing, "Yeah, completely useless, that's me." |
| He laughed. "You're not useless. You're wonderful." |
| "You're biased is what you are." |
| "Of course I'm biased, I loved you." |
| "Not any more?" |
| "Always." |
| He kissed Jack's forehead, "What can I do?" |
| "I already told you." |
| "I meant really." |
| "So did I." |
| "No," he said simply. |
| "I got that already." |
| He held on to Jack, hands sliding up to his waist. |
| "Don't make me hit you again." |
| "Would it help?" |
| "Would anything help? The universe is going to collapse in on itself, and I'm going to be right fucking in the middle of it to see it happen. SEveral billion years into the future, I'm going to be stuck in an event horizon, and crushed for literally all of eternity. NO. It wouldn't fucking help." |
| The Doctor watched him, "I'm betting you wouldn't feel it though." |
| "I bet I feel the few billion or trillion years that happen first." Curiosity got him. "Why not?" |
| "Can't imagine you can feel anything in eternity." |
| "Couldn't imagine anyone was never going to die either, could you?" |
| "Point." |
| "Just let me freak out for a minute," he said with a quick grin. "Or actually consider the freak out done. I'll be fine." He was getting good at that lie. |
| The Doctor raised an eyebrow, "Should I stop touching you?" |
| He shook his head and put his hand on the back of the Doctor's neck. "No, I'm just trying to." |
| "To what?" he wrapped an arm low around Jack's back. |
| He groaned, pivoted and pinned the Doctor against the wall. |
| The Doctor looked startled more than anything else. |
| He leaned in and kissed the Doctor, his body arched up and around, hands on the Doctor's throat and kissed the ever loving fuck out of him. Until he couldn't breathe, because the Doctor was a fucking alien and he didn't care. |
| The Doctor bit into the kiss, sliding his hands up under Jack's shirt, growling when he could breath again. |
| Jack arched and gasped for air, didn't really pull away so much as back. "You're impotent and I'm not actually interested in molesting you." |
| "I can tell," he said dryly, panting for breath. |
| He nipped the Doctor's throat, pushed his hand up the back of his shirt and scratched his skin lightly. "I'm not." |
| "What are you doing then?" |
| "Touching." |
| "Okay. Keep touching." |
| "Why?" |
| "Seems like it's helping." |
| "I'm going to fucking kill you, you patronizing son of a bitch." He rolled away, just far enough to go forehead down against the wall beside the Doctor. |
| "What? I wasn't being patronizing!" |
| "Oh, yes you were." |
| "How?" |
| "You don't just use people's bodies like that." |
| "Who's using?" he asked, confused. |
| "You're impotent, me humping your leg is using." |
| "Pretty sure you said you were just touching." |
| "You need a handbook on human sex practices." |
| "Like monkeys, right? Grab and climax." |
| "...NO." |
| The Doctor blinked innocently. |
| He swatted the Doctor in the shoulder. |
| He grinned, grabbing Jack and wrapping around him. |
| He oomphed, and staggered. "Are you trying to - No, wait, that'd be doing me a favor." He held on back. |
| "What?" |
| "Are you trying to kill me. Bad joke." |
| He wrapped around Jack, kissing his hair like Jack was a child. |
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