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Title: After the Storm
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
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unfeathered
Pairing: Jack/Tenth Doctor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Jack and the Doctor take comfort in each other
Beta: Unbeta'd
Author’s Note:seti_drd asked for hurt/comfort.
After the clean-up, they sleep. At least, Jack sleeps, too exhausted to resist it any longer. The Doctor's arms curl protectively round him as Jack dreams restlessly, as he whispers the pleas and screams the screams he wouldn't whisper and scream in front of the Master. The Doctor flinches when he hears the Master's name, whimpered piteously in frantic entreaty, as Jack's body tenses and flails. His arms tighten around him, his fingers stroke Jack's hair, and he murmurs soothingly into Jack's ear until in time he calms and slips into deeper sleep.
Much, much later, the Doctor finally succumbs to sleep. Jack in his turn is roused by the Doctor twitching and moaning, words he doesn't understand, one word repeated over and over: Koschei, Koschei, Koschei. Jack's never heard the word before, but he can guess what it means. He holds the Doctor tight till the fury of his grief ebbs and he's just weeping, silently, for the man he knew, and loved, and lost. Then Jack kisses him, gentle and understanding and undemanding, until the Doctor responds, and they make love together, softly, slowly, in the dark, one of them aching to remember, one of them to forget.
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Author:
unfeatheredPairing: Jack/Tenth Doctor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Jack and the Doctor take comfort in each other
Beta: Unbeta'd
Author’s Note:
seti_drd asked for hurt/comfort.After the clean-up, they sleep. At least, Jack sleeps, too exhausted to resist it any longer. The Doctor's arms curl protectively round him as Jack dreams restlessly, as he whispers the pleas and screams the screams he wouldn't whisper and scream in front of the Master. The Doctor flinches when he hears the Master's name, whimpered piteously in frantic entreaty, as Jack's body tenses and flails. His arms tighten around him, his fingers stroke Jack's hair, and he murmurs soothingly into Jack's ear until in time he calms and slips into deeper sleep.
Much, much later, the Doctor finally succumbs to sleep. Jack in his turn is roused by the Doctor twitching and moaning, words he doesn't understand, one word repeated over and over: Koschei, Koschei, Koschei. Jack's never heard the word before, but he can guess what it means. He holds the Doctor tight till the fury of his grief ebbs and he's just weeping, silently, for the man he knew, and loved, and lost. Then Jack kisses him, gentle and understanding and undemanding, until the Doctor responds, and they make love together, softly, slowly, in the dark, one of them aching to remember, one of them to forget.
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