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DW: Redux
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten/Jack
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Years and space between becomes nothing. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drakyndra.
Seeing Jack again is weirder than he thought, because he doesn't know how long it's been for Jack, but it's been years for him, and Rose long ago asked to be left behind, and though he regenerated long ago, he hasn't seen Jack with these eyes yet. It's always awkward when he meets them again, too, because sometimes they recognise him, but most of the time, they don't. He always recognises them, though, and sometimes it's enough to dash his heart to pieces.
He should stop taking them with him, should leave behind all those half-formed attachments and never let them grow. It's what any other Time Lord might do, having realised how much it hurts.
But he's glad for the company, however long it lasts.
Jack is one of those who struggles and claws for recognition. His eyes are all wide and then narrowed and he's almost got it, and the Doctor can almost see it slipping away from him. He gives him a moment longer, clears his throat and offers his smile. "The Doctor. I believe you knew me with a different face before?"
"Doctor?"
He's prepared for the disbelief, for the dismay. It's always disbeliefdismay, with companions, even if they saw him regenerate. "Yes, the Doctor. I changed my face. New look. Like it?"
He's unprepared for Jack's slow smile and the look of flirting interest. "Like it very much," Jack returns, and the Doctor's stomach tightens oddly.
"How're things?"
"Trouble's starting," Jack says, shrugging, and the Doctor grins, because that's his field, that's his speciality. Forget companions and their confusing irrational ways. Their job is to get into trouble and it's his job to help them, as much or as little as they need.
It used to be to keep his nose out, but bugger that for a lark.
"Want to give us a hand?" Jack asks, like he knows what the Doctor is thinking, and his smile is as quick as the Doctor's. He seems to know what not to say, what not to ask, and the Doctor is glad. It's never been quite like this before.
"Of course."
"Nothing will happen for a few more days," Jack says, with both the air of prophecy and the air of certainty. He leans back against a table, looks the Doctor right in the eye. The Doctor has never looked away before and he doesn't now, even though Jack's eyes are both searching and knowing. Finally, Jack looks away, to the TARDIS. "Hows the TARDIS? Old girl still going strong?"
The Doctor doesn't comment on the 'old girl' part, though the TARDIS would resent that a little, and nods. "You thought she wouldn't be? Come and see," and he leads Jack back to the TARDIS, and fights the he'shome feeling because no companion has ever really thought of the TARDIS as more than a place in between, and he shows Jack everything and smiles at every approval and replies with a witty comeback to every little not-so-approving comment.
And quickly he's caught up in Jack's charisma just like people get caught up in his.
Jack turns to him, all smiles and seduction, and the Doctor is lost. And he knows it and it's almost relaxing to know that he still can be all caught up like this.
"I missed you," Jack says, surprising him with truth and only slight flattery. Jack takes his hands, warm and dry and pleasant, and he remembers Jack's touch from a life away, a warm, steady hand, no matter what.
"I missed you, too," he says, and it's more truth than he can bear.
Pairing: Ten/Jack
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Years and space between becomes nothing. For
drakyndra.Seeing Jack again is weirder than he thought, because he doesn't know how long it's been for Jack, but it's been years for him, and Rose long ago asked to be left behind, and though he regenerated long ago, he hasn't seen Jack with these eyes yet. It's always awkward when he meets them again, too, because sometimes they recognise him, but most of the time, they don't. He always recognises them, though, and sometimes it's enough to dash his heart to pieces.
He should stop taking them with him, should leave behind all those half-formed attachments and never let them grow. It's what any other Time Lord might do, having realised how much it hurts.
But he's glad for the company, however long it lasts.
Jack is one of those who struggles and claws for recognition. His eyes are all wide and then narrowed and he's almost got it, and the Doctor can almost see it slipping away from him. He gives him a moment longer, clears his throat and offers his smile. "The Doctor. I believe you knew me with a different face before?"
"Doctor?"
He's prepared for the disbelief, for the dismay. It's always disbeliefdismay, with companions, even if they saw him regenerate. "Yes, the Doctor. I changed my face. New look. Like it?"
He's unprepared for Jack's slow smile and the look of flirting interest. "Like it very much," Jack returns, and the Doctor's stomach tightens oddly.
"How're things?"
"Trouble's starting," Jack says, shrugging, and the Doctor grins, because that's his field, that's his speciality. Forget companions and their confusing irrational ways. Their job is to get into trouble and it's his job to help them, as much or as little as they need.
It used to be to keep his nose out, but bugger that for a lark.
"Want to give us a hand?" Jack asks, like he knows what the Doctor is thinking, and his smile is as quick as the Doctor's. He seems to know what not to say, what not to ask, and the Doctor is glad. It's never been quite like this before.
"Of course."
"Nothing will happen for a few more days," Jack says, with both the air of prophecy and the air of certainty. He leans back against a table, looks the Doctor right in the eye. The Doctor has never looked away before and he doesn't now, even though Jack's eyes are both searching and knowing. Finally, Jack looks away, to the TARDIS. "Hows the TARDIS? Old girl still going strong?"
The Doctor doesn't comment on the 'old girl' part, though the TARDIS would resent that a little, and nods. "You thought she wouldn't be? Come and see," and he leads Jack back to the TARDIS, and fights the he'shome feeling because no companion has ever really thought of the TARDIS as more than a place in between, and he shows Jack everything and smiles at every approval and replies with a witty comeback to every little not-so-approving comment.
And quickly he's caught up in Jack's charisma just like people get caught up in his.
Jack turns to him, all smiles and seduction, and the Doctor is lost. And he knows it and it's almost relaxing to know that he still can be all caught up like this.
"I missed you," Jack says, surprising him with truth and only slight flattery. Jack takes his hands, warm and dry and pleasant, and he remembers Jack's touch from a life away, a warm, steady hand, no matter what.
"I missed you, too," he says, and it's more truth than he can bear.