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unfeathered) wrote2008-07-20 10:55 am
unfeathered) wrote2008-07-20 10:55 am
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travels_in_time, and fic: Busy Life, Movi
I wrote this at work on Thursday for your birthday, Terry, but then came home to your post that you were going away till today. So I thought I'd wait till today to post it, so you could see it when you came home. Hope you had a good one! :-)
Title: Busy Life, Moving On
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Author:unfeathered
Character(s): Jack, Mickey, Martha
Rating/Warnings: G, none
Word Count: 254
Spoilers: Journey’s End
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: After meeting up with the Doctor for the third time, Jack knows it really is time to move on.
Beta: The wonderfulmad_jaks, whom I asked to just give this a quick once-over and who ended up doing a hell of a lot more!
Author’s Note: Written as a birthday present fortravels_in_time
Jack walked away from the TARDIS without looking back. He hadn’t had an invitation to come along this time. He’d just got dropped off back home with his Vortex Manipulator set back to pretty-much-useless again and he hadn’t argued. Maybe because he knew he hadn’t actually accomplished anything by using it to teleport to the Doctor anyway. Him being there hadn’t actually done anything. (Unlike last time, with the Master, when Jack had got the three of them back to the Earth from the end of the universe, and up to the Valiant, and Martha back down to walk the Earth to spread the news of the Doctor… So maybe it hadn’t even been him the Doctor needed that time – just his wristcomp.)
Whatever the situation, he hadn’t argued because he didn’t need the Doctor like he used to. He’d spent 140 years waiting for an explanation, an acknowledgement; he’d got them and at last he’d been able to move on. He didn’t pine for the Doctor anymore. The Doctor he’d loved was gone. Maybe the Jack the Doctor had loved was gone. He knew the Doctor still wasn’t really comfortable around his Wrongness, and he couldn’t blame him.
They’d look each other up in times of crisis, and that was it. For the rest of the time, well, Jack had got his own team now. Which had some vacancies.
He looked across at Mickey and Martha with a grin. “So, you two. Do I even need to ask if you’d like a job?”
Title: Busy Life, Moving On
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Author:
unfeatheredCharacter(s): Jack, Mickey, Martha
Rating/Warnings: G, none
Word Count: 254
Spoilers: Journey’s End
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: After meeting up with the Doctor for the third time, Jack knows it really is time to move on.
Beta: The wonderful
mad_jaks, whom I asked to just give this a quick once-over and who ended up doing a hell of a lot more!Author’s Note: Written as a birthday present for
travels_in_timeJack walked away from the TARDIS without looking back. He hadn’t had an invitation to come along this time. He’d just got dropped off back home with his Vortex Manipulator set back to pretty-much-useless again and he hadn’t argued. Maybe because he knew he hadn’t actually accomplished anything by using it to teleport to the Doctor anyway. Him being there hadn’t actually done anything. (Unlike last time, with the Master, when Jack had got the three of them back to the Earth from the end of the universe, and up to the Valiant, and Martha back down to walk the Earth to spread the news of the Doctor… So maybe it hadn’t even been him the Doctor needed that time – just his wristcomp.)
Whatever the situation, he hadn’t argued because he didn’t need the Doctor like he used to. He’d spent 140 years waiting for an explanation, an acknowledgement; he’d got them and at last he’d been able to move on. He didn’t pine for the Doctor anymore. The Doctor he’d loved was gone. Maybe the Jack the Doctor had loved was gone. He knew the Doctor still wasn’t really comfortable around his Wrongness, and he couldn’t blame him.
They’d look each other up in times of crisis, and that was it. For the rest of the time, well, Jack had got his own team now. Which had some vacancies.
He looked across at Mickey and Martha with a grin. “So, you two. Do I even need to ask if you’d like a job?”
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Maybe you should go and hurl some vitriol. Might make you feel better!
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