This is my first one. I love Jack and the Doctor-planning to write more on them soon. This does not HAVE to be classified as a "slash story," but there's definitely... well, it's Jack, after all.

The story takes place after Jack is reunited with the David Tennant Doctor-just a little lost scene between them.


"It's been a couple of years…"

"A couple of years," Jack repeated. "It's been more than half a century for me, Doctor."

"You looking for an apology?"

Jack frowned at the floor. "I don't know. I planned out what I'd do and say so many times, but now… I don't even know what to tell you."

The Doctor ran a hand over the Tardis's blinking instruments, knowing there wasn't really anything that needed doing right now.

"Did you leave me on purpose?" Jack asked at last. "Did you know I was alive?"

"I knew. When I took the Tardis core back from Rose, I saw everything she'd done. Including bringing you back."

"Then why the hell did you go without me?"

"I told you."

"Because I scared you? Come on, Doctor—you've been scared plenty of times, but I know you wouldn't just strand someone—even something—thousands of years away in the wrong time. Why did you do that to me?"

The Doctor turned and forced himself to look Jack in the eye. "Right, here it comes: I'm sorry. I… was wrong."

Jack took a step toward him and put a hand to his ear. "Sorry, I didn't hear you."

"I said I was wrong," the Doctor repeated. "It's just… hard to explain how I felt. I know it sounds like unimportant excuses."

"Don't worry—I'll let you make it up to me," Jack offered.

"And that," the Doctor said, coming out of his sorrowful expression, "is the other bloody reason I left you behind. Constant flirtation!"

"You let me kiss you. You liked it."

"I thought we were all going to DIE. Get me?"

"Then… you don't care." Jack sighed heavily.

"Oh, quit your pouting. Hear me? Captain? I swear, sometimes…"

A grin was trying to break loose on Jack's face and he struggled to control it. "All right, look: we've both had time to think this over… me more than you, but hey. The thing is, what happens now? Will you run off and leave me again? Will I have to go searching through time and space for you?"

"That depends," the Doctor replied. "Have you settled down at all in half a century?"

"Where you're concerned? Ha."

"Well, either way, it seems I'm not going to shake you off very easily."

"Nope."

"So I guess I'll have to put up with you until you get sick of me."

"If I get sick of you, I'll have no purpose. I've already lived more than a lifetime. You're the only thing I've really, seriously wanted that I haven't gotten to experience yet."

The Doctor looked hard at Jack through his glasses. "Well, then. Hold on to your captain's coat, 'cause it's going to be a hell of an experience."

Jack's face lit up. "Now you're talking!"

"Whoa, easy," the Doctor said, jumping away. "I'm talking about traveling together and such. Just you keep your mind out of the bin, eh?"

Jack laughed. "Over the years, I've seriously wanted to kill you. But it sure is good to have you back now. Nothing can stop us."

"Long as something can stop you eventually, I don't ruddy care," the Doctor muttered.


This is a one-shot but I'm working on another story about these guys, so keep an eye out for it. If you want to commission me, send me a message and we'll figure something out. I'd appreciate constructive comments.