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[Doctor Who] the third glass an excuse (Jack & Ninth Doctor gen)
Title: the third glass an excuse
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 602 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Doctor Who/Torchwood, any!Doctor/Jack, he finally bought the Doctor that drink
Pairing: Jack & Nine gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Jack meets the Doctor in a dive bar in late 1963.
Jack meets the Doctor in a dive bar in late 1963. It is two days after the Kennedy assassination. Great Britain is mourning with the United States and the bar is crowded. Jack is passing time. The closer it gets to the end of the century the more he feels like he is standing in place, waiting for the Doctor. He's wondering again if the idea is completely pointless when he sees a battered leather jacket at the end of the bar.
Jack has picked up a number of interesting people in battered leather jackets over the years. It has rarely steered him wrong as long as he's discreet with the men and bold with the women. It is a way of passing the time.
He almost falls off the bar stool when he sees the Doctor's craggy face. The Doctor doesn't look up when Jack sat down. He is staring moodily into his beer instead.
"Doctor!" Jack bursts out, and the Doctor's head jerked up, his eyes narrowing. There is no look of recognition in his eyes. He seems battered, and cold.
"Wrong man, mate," the Doctor says.
Jack knows that messing with timelines is a terrible idea, that he should go away now so that he and the Doctor can laugh about this later, once they are in sync again. But he's waited for so long already.
"It's me, Jack. We traveled together. Will travel together." Jack tries his best grin.
"Wrong man," the Doctor says again. He squints at Jack suspiciously.
"Wrong timeline, maybe, but I don't forget a kiss like that," Jack says.
Jack can see him considering whether or not to go back to the TARDIS and just disappear. His hand clenches and unclenches on the bar. He gets up.
"Come on," he says shortly. "Can't talk about this here."
Jack follows him out of the bar and into the wet London evening. They do not go back to the TARDIS. Jack wonders where it is, but he doesn't ask.
"If you've traveled with me then you should know that you shouldn't cross the timeline and change history," the Doctor says. He has led Jack down a block to another dim alley. They are sharing the space with an ugly dumpster and a family of mice. Jack can't read his face in the dark.
"Well, you never said whether we'd met before we did," Jack says, even though he's sure the Doctor would have mentioned meeting him if he had.
"Wasn't going to travel with anyone," the Doctor mutters. Jack barely catches what he says. It's been a long time since he's seen the Doctor like this, all coiled into himself. He seems unhappy, and lonely. He is not the man he was when Jack met him. He is not the man that Rose will help him be.
"You will," Jack says. "Don't give up."
The Doctor snorts. "Right."
They are silent for a moment before Jack has the idea. "Let me buy you a drink," he says. "I promised."
"Not yet," the Doctor says gruffly. But he follows Jack back to the bar anyway, and lifts his glass in toast. They don't speak much. Jack isn't sure what is safe to say, and the Doctor doesn't seem to be inclined to share. He mentions that he was in Texas two days ago. Jack buys him another drink. He goes to the bathroom, and he isn't entirely surprised when the Doctor is gone when he comes back.
Jack leaves the bar alone, but there's still a little spring in his step. It won't be too long now.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 602 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Doctor Who/Torchwood, any!Doctor/Jack, he finally bought the Doctor that drink
Pairing: Jack & Nine gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Jack meets the Doctor in a dive bar in late 1963.
Jack meets the Doctor in a dive bar in late 1963. It is two days after the Kennedy assassination. Great Britain is mourning with the United States and the bar is crowded. Jack is passing time. The closer it gets to the end of the century the more he feels like he is standing in place, waiting for the Doctor. He's wondering again if the idea is completely pointless when he sees a battered leather jacket at the end of the bar.
Jack has picked up a number of interesting people in battered leather jackets over the years. It has rarely steered him wrong as long as he's discreet with the men and bold with the women. It is a way of passing the time.
He almost falls off the bar stool when he sees the Doctor's craggy face. The Doctor doesn't look up when Jack sat down. He is staring moodily into his beer instead.
"Doctor!" Jack bursts out, and the Doctor's head jerked up, his eyes narrowing. There is no look of recognition in his eyes. He seems battered, and cold.
"Wrong man, mate," the Doctor says.
Jack knows that messing with timelines is a terrible idea, that he should go away now so that he and the Doctor can laugh about this later, once they are in sync again. But he's waited for so long already.
"It's me, Jack. We traveled together. Will travel together." Jack tries his best grin.
"Wrong man," the Doctor says again. He squints at Jack suspiciously.
"Wrong timeline, maybe, but I don't forget a kiss like that," Jack says.
Jack can see him considering whether or not to go back to the TARDIS and just disappear. His hand clenches and unclenches on the bar. He gets up.
"Come on," he says shortly. "Can't talk about this here."
Jack follows him out of the bar and into the wet London evening. They do not go back to the TARDIS. Jack wonders where it is, but he doesn't ask.
"If you've traveled with me then you should know that you shouldn't cross the timeline and change history," the Doctor says. He has led Jack down a block to another dim alley. They are sharing the space with an ugly dumpster and a family of mice. Jack can't read his face in the dark.
"Well, you never said whether we'd met before we did," Jack says, even though he's sure the Doctor would have mentioned meeting him if he had.
"Wasn't going to travel with anyone," the Doctor mutters. Jack barely catches what he says. It's been a long time since he's seen the Doctor like this, all coiled into himself. He seems unhappy, and lonely. He is not the man he was when Jack met him. He is not the man that Rose will help him be.
"You will," Jack says. "Don't give up."
The Doctor snorts. "Right."
They are silent for a moment before Jack has the idea. "Let me buy you a drink," he says. "I promised."
"Not yet," the Doctor says gruffly. But he follows Jack back to the bar anyway, and lifts his glass in toast. They don't speak much. Jack isn't sure what is safe to say, and the Doctor doesn't seem to be inclined to share. He mentions that he was in Texas two days ago. Jack buys him another drink. He goes to the bathroom, and he isn't entirely surprised when the Doctor is gone when he comes back.
Jack leaves the bar alone, but there's still a little spring in his step. It won't be too long now.