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flowsoffireTitle: Anytime on the long lost path
Author: flowsoffire
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/characters: Jack/Eleven, references to River, Rose and various new!Who and old!Who companions.
Genre: Angst/Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Romance. (Yeah.)
Rating: T
Word count: c. 500
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Everybody leaves and everybody falls and everybody dies. All but captain Jack Harkness. And him. Two immortals in the quiet of night, holding on to life as best they can.
Author's note: This is a birthday gift for the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_phoenixdragon—hope you enjoy, dear! Hence the Jack/Eleven. That fic is actually ridiculously close to all the themes from her wonderful stuff, as I'm not too familiar with the pairing myself, haha. Well, I can only hope it's still pleasant. Enjoy!
The hand on his shoulder lies heavy and warm.
He shifts.
Jack in the half-gloom is filling his vision, leaning on one elbow, reclining so near him. The touch of him hovers between oppression and relief, as some paradoxal gravity he didn't expect to fall into. Still, in the ways of the universe, what is to be expected? He didn't expect River. He didn't expect the Ponds, or Donna—demanding stolen bride or friend met twice—, or another Time Lord's return, or Martha or someone, anyone after the war, anyone the likes of Rose Tyler. He didn't expect Grace, life and death, oblivion and belonging, lost and found. He didn't expect Ace. Or Mel, Peri, Adric, all of them reaching further and further back, piles of names and flashes of faces. Humanity, if he's being honest—the wonderful imperative pull of them on his hand, their grasp upon his hearts. It all started with two schoolteachers, so many lifetimes ago. Barbara, and Chesterton it was—yes, Chesterton—brave, strong Ian.
Tiny grand beings wandering into his box, time and time again. They drift, come and go—he hovers into space. So does the Captain, and yet not. Jack builds and then loses. He doesn't know how he bears it. Jack bares himself with a smile.
That eternal, alluring smile.
He doesn't speak, just sighs in the darkness. A quiet old sigh, accepting and warm through the weariness.
This time, the Doctor made no attempt to avoid him. This time he hung around, finding a smile at the playful jibes about the newest makeover—feeling it drop at the mention of baby faces, then catching it again. Jack saw, the flash in his eyes was of concern. Still, he later leaned in too close, after one adventure or two or three, teasing, expecting friendly rebuffal. Gravity gave the pull that had their lips falling together. Lost in space, two great time events caught together in a dance of an orbit. Merging together, if in momentary release.
Codependency, he muses. Jack's astonished little squeak as he kissed back, before heat and fierceness took over coherent thought. From the slick, experienced captain, it could have made him laugh.
He didn't laugh then and he doesn't laugh now. He bit, albeit gently. Shudders responding to shudders, in the great unfolding of something powerful.
Still.
"She was like Rose, wasn't she?"
He looks at him. Jack's face is solemn and soft. Speak to me, whisper his kind eyes and firm jaw and the tiny lines of too much time just brushing him by.
"Who?" he asks.
Jack simply snorts. "If you don't want to talk about her, just say it outright."
"It was different. A different story. But yes, in the end, the same."
"Same loss," Jack states like he knows the exact crushing weight of that word. And oh, how he does.
The Doctor nods. His eyelids drift shut.
Jack kisses him like warmth can suffuse from his lips and all the way through the Time Lord, coax him to the sun again. And in a way it does.
Yes, the Doctor thinks, digging his fingers into the man's shoulders. In a way he does it.
He does this for him, if for a shared breath, if for two heartbeats.
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
Author: flowsoffire
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/characters: Jack/Eleven, references to River, Rose and various new!Who and old!Who companions.
Genre: Angst/Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Romance. (Yeah.)
Rating: T
Word count: c. 500
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Everybody leaves and everybody falls and everybody dies. All but captain Jack Harkness. And him. Two immortals in the quiet of night, holding on to life as best they can.
Author's note: This is a birthday gift for the lovely
a_phoenixdragon—hope you enjoy, dear! Hence the Jack/Eleven. That fic is actually ridiculously close to all the themes from her wonderful stuff, as I'm not too familiar with the pairing myself, haha. Well, I can only hope it's still pleasant. Enjoy!The hand on his shoulder lies heavy and warm.
He shifts.
Jack in the half-gloom is filling his vision, leaning on one elbow, reclining so near him. The touch of him hovers between oppression and relief, as some paradoxal gravity he didn't expect to fall into. Still, in the ways of the universe, what is to be expected? He didn't expect River. He didn't expect the Ponds, or Donna—demanding stolen bride or friend met twice—, or another Time Lord's return, or Martha or someone, anyone after the war, anyone the likes of Rose Tyler. He didn't expect Grace, life and death, oblivion and belonging, lost and found. He didn't expect Ace. Or Mel, Peri, Adric, all of them reaching further and further back, piles of names and flashes of faces. Humanity, if he's being honest—the wonderful imperative pull of them on his hand, their grasp upon his hearts. It all started with two schoolteachers, so many lifetimes ago. Barbara, and Chesterton it was—yes, Chesterton—brave, strong Ian.
Tiny grand beings wandering into his box, time and time again. They drift, come and go—he hovers into space. So does the Captain, and yet not. Jack builds and then loses. He doesn't know how he bears it. Jack bares himself with a smile.
That eternal, alluring smile.
He doesn't speak, just sighs in the darkness. A quiet old sigh, accepting and warm through the weariness.
This time, the Doctor made no attempt to avoid him. This time he hung around, finding a smile at the playful jibes about the newest makeover—feeling it drop at the mention of baby faces, then catching it again. Jack saw, the flash in his eyes was of concern. Still, he later leaned in too close, after one adventure or two or three, teasing, expecting friendly rebuffal. Gravity gave the pull that had their lips falling together. Lost in space, two great time events caught together in a dance of an orbit. Merging together, if in momentary release.
Codependency, he muses. Jack's astonished little squeak as he kissed back, before heat and fierceness took over coherent thought. From the slick, experienced captain, it could have made him laugh.
He didn't laugh then and he doesn't laugh now. He bit, albeit gently. Shudders responding to shudders, in the great unfolding of something powerful.
Still.
"She was like Rose, wasn't she?"
He looks at him. Jack's face is solemn and soft. Speak to me, whisper his kind eyes and firm jaw and the tiny lines of too much time just brushing him by.
"Who?" he asks.
Jack simply snorts. "If you don't want to talk about her, just say it outright."
"It was different. A different story. But yes, in the end, the same."
"Same loss," Jack states like he knows the exact crushing weight of that word. And oh, how he does.
The Doctor nods. His eyelids drift shut.
Jack kisses him like warmth can suffuse from his lips and all the way through the Time Lord, coax him to the sun again. And in a way it does.
Yes, the Doctor thinks, digging his fingers into the man's shoulders. In a way he does it.
He does this for him, if for a shared breath, if for two heartbeats.
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
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Date: 2013-10-21 07:31 pm (UTC)Thank you, dear! This was a delight to read and one I will cherish for a long, long time!
*Happy!Squishes*
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Date: 2013-10-21 07:33 pm (UTC)*squishes*
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Date: 2013-10-21 09:32 pm (UTC)Then again, this was a joy to read nonetheless.
I'm not a Doctor/Jack shipper and for some reason I read this as Ten/Jack, but I like it nonetheless *nods solemnly* :P
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Date: 2013-10-22 08:41 am (UTC)Anyway—still 1K in my typing, angsty introduction and the newfound icons obsession is getting in the way, but I'll get there =P
Very happy you enjoyed the story! ♥ Doctor/Jack is not a pairing of mine to begin with but the girl I wrote this for is warming me up to it. Not as an exclusive pairing, but the attachment of two immortals who are going to lose everyone else eventually… Angsty girls unite ;P
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Date: 2013-11-02 11:28 pm (UTC)And aww, this line was lovely: He does this for him, if for a shared breath, if for two heartbeats.
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Date: 2013-11-03 10:08 am (UTC)Very happy you liked that line, too =) (For a moment I was torn between "two heartbeats" and "a heartsbeat" but I thought no, the latter didn't quite make sense.)
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Date: 2013-11-24 06:14 pm (UTC)And then Jack being Jack, like the Doctor, but completely different. Because Jack settles and moves and, yes, builds. I love this image so much. There is something incredibly strong and sunny and nearly Apollo-like to his characterisation. He is warmth and strength and steadiness, and the planet to which the Doctor is eventually falling, “two great time events caught together in a dance of an orbit”. This line was gorgeous.
The understanding between them though… This is what I really love about Jack. He is really old, not as much as the Doctor, but still so much more grounded. In that aspect you sense the complete alieness of the Doctor. He doesn’t reach out he doesn’t stay. Because Jack does he reads the Doctor so easily; the concern at the mention of baby face, the fact the doctor slipped into co-dependency, the biting… How he reads him now. It’s so gorgeous. When he tells everything is different, but the loss is the same… Oh, dear Doctor. And Jack has been to the same place. He knows the Doctor at that moment needs silence and presence. And he gives him that, even though he loves him –though I’ve always thought Jack’s Doctor was Nine.
I find the “Anytime” just heart-breaking, because Jack loves the Doctor. Really. Wonderful fic.
It’s quite like poetry, the rhythm, the laziness. A little gem, like always. You’re brilliant at these, it's amazing.
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Date: 2013-12-15 03:09 pm (UTC)Don't worry, I'm pretty unlikely to stop since I'll be knowing more and more of them! :D Completely agreeing about the variety in companions. Actually, I should be posting some classic!Who fic next, hehe :) Bits of it, mind you.
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Date: 2014-01-09 10:26 pm (UTC)DON'T HURRY. IT'S JUST THE PROLOGUE AND SINCE I SPENT THIS EVENING ANSWERING MAILS, THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS PROBABLY NOT FOR TONIGHT.
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Date: 2014-01-10 12:59 pm (UTC)No, she isn't! You wouldn't BELIEVE the run-on crazy sentences I have her ramble out—ESPECIALLY since she's the one to explain what she's doing there, hahaha. River sits opposite like "… *braindead silence, massive efforts to follow*". I had a BLAST writing those parts, and then I reread them and I was like "okay… lol".
Like I said… I came up with something weird and far-fetched ;)
Hahaha, I won't hurry! Are you like me, getting new emails with a mix of "YAY, this person wrote new fic/reviewed my stuff/messaged me back!" and "god, more things to do later!"? ;) I deal with things with a five-day delay atm, so don't fret ;) And take your time!
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Date: 2014-01-19 12:05 am (UTC)Well, that's fantastic then, I can't wait to see that! I must be the only one with troubles, thinking 'Wait, she can't perceive that, because she exists in all of time and space and she can't do that because it does not fit a circular theory of time and...' Argh.
I am basically freaking over every new fic and message I get and at the same time panicking when one of my fic is not reviewed and when they finally are, I cannot reply before a week and with so many spelling mistakes I want to chop my head off... One month, one week delay, I don't know anymore... I exist in all of time and space, I can't deal with that kind of humany-wumany stuff.
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Date: 2014-01-19 09:43 am (UTC)Yeah, I don't think I go that deep into it but Idris is certainly anxiety-inducing writing ;P *hugs*
I am basically freaking over every new fic and message I get and at the same time panicking when one of my fic is not reviewed and when they finally are, I cannot reply before a week and with so many spelling mistakes I want to chop my head off... One month, one week delay, I don't know anymore... I exist in all of time and space, I can't deal with that kind of humany-wumany stuff.
*hugs you tight* Waaaah… I feel a bit the same way, but I don't like it when you're anxious! ♥ Stressing out about fics and messages ftw… Idk, we're supposed to feel happy when authors we love update, but we're the girls of crazyshit reviews. WE MAKE EVERYTHING INTO A BIG DEAL! (Thank you sooo much for your own reviews btw. Replying… eventually.)
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Date: 2014-01-31 11:24 pm (UTC)No, don't say that. She could hear you. *hugs tight*
we're the girls of crazyshit reviews.
But it would be so easier for me to focus on just one thing. Because when I'm not trying to summon Calliope, I am flipping losing my time -and mind- on gifsets, graphics, vids and all the rest. Because I can't find the strength to read and comment a fanfic after having battled with 10 seconds of video for hours. I need to find a way to schedule in some manner this insanity. This is highly unproductive.
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Date: 2014-02-02 10:12 am (UTC)I think she heard! HELLO IDRIS, COME AND BITE ME! *flails*
But it would be so easier for me to focus on just one thing. Because when I'm not trying to summon Calliope, I am flipping losing my time -and mind- on gifsets, graphics, vids and all the rest. Because I can't find the strength to read and comment a fanfic after having battled with 10 seconds of video for hours. I need to find a way to schedule in some manner this insanity. This is highly unproductive.
I'm the same and the contrzry at once, because I try to focus on productive stuff, fry my mind, and never end up typing my own fics (though I did manage to type all the classic ones, YAY! Only the ages-old one-shots left.) and doing icons and watching stuff (classic!Who calls! Game of Thrones calls! I do not heed.) Vid-making really sounds like tons of work, thank god I never got into that, lol. You are great at it and should not apologize for not being able to do everything at the same time and producing stuff of beauty. Scheduling, yes, but if it keeps you from stressing! Now that is a very valid reason :)