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Entry tags:
Fanfic
Title: Laws of the Universe
Author/Artist: sabethea
Fandom/s: old!Who, new!Who
Rating: PG13
Warnings: suggestions of m/m sex
Pairing/Characters: Doctor 5/Jack Harkness
Spoilers:
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas. Though Jack appears to have almost as much sex as he would do if he belonged to me. Almost.
Author's/Artist's notes: First posted at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
12dayschristmas. Be afraid, be very afraid - I wrote a fair few DW fics for that.
Summary: Captain Jack accidentally walks into the wrong TARDIS at the wrong time. It doesn't bother him.
“Um, sorry – should I know you?” The Doctor looked vaguely at the attractive man who had just strolled into his TARDIS as if he was quite at home there.
“Foiled again,” said Jack Harkness, taking a good look around this new-to-him decor of an old and familiar place. “So, tell me – which one are you? Have we reached Twelve yet? I keep hoping to bump into Twelve. I've heard he was quite some guy.”
“You've...” The Doctor stopped. “Oh, of course. You know me – one of me.”
“Three of you, actually,” Jack corrected. “Spent most time with Ten – he always had good looking girls hanging around, which was a bit of a bonus – but I'm on nodding terms with Six – we've gotta do something about that guy's dress sense, ya know? - and I passed the time of day with Eleven.” It was his turn to pause. “I'm guessing you must be earlier, otherwise you'd remember me.”
“I don't remember everyone I've ever met,” the Doctor objected.
Jack grinned. “You'd remember me,” he said confidently. “So, which are you?”
The Doctor sighed. “Five.” He leaned back against the TARDIS console and looked Jack up and down. “I live to get to Twelve? That's encouraging – though I have no doubt it could all change if I mess something up here.” He frowned. “Like meeting someone who knows my future self, for example. Do you know how dangerous that can be to the space-time spectrum?”
“Space-time, schmace-time,” said Jack dismissively. “Believe me, when you've broken as many laws of nature as I have, a bit of meeting up with people from your future isn't going to worry you much.”
The Doctor thought about objecting further, but Jack really was a very attractive man, and it was a long time since an attractive man had walked into his TARDIS. It seemed too good an opportunity to waste.
Except Jack had mentioned girls. Damn it.
“You... er... you're a ladies man, I take it?” he asked delicately.
Jack's grin widened. “I'm anyone's man, trust me.” He shrugged. “Why put something trivial like gender in the way of a good fuck? Or a good snog. Or a good anything, really. Gotta say, your successor – I'm talking Ten just now - spends his time complaining that I'm chatting people up too much – taking 'people' in the widest possible sense – but he's never been averse to a little flirtation himself.”
“I'm not surprised,” the Doctor said faintly.
“Should I take that as a come-on?”
The Doctor swallowed, and wondered whether he would regret this later. “Yes.”
“Now that's what I like to hear.” Jack strolled over to the Doctor and ran practised hands over his body. “Hmm, a little on the skinny side – though Ten's worse – and a bit hung up about your sexuality maybe, but I bet you're a devil in bed.”
“Um...”
“Want to test it out?” Jack suggested.
“You're very... quick...”
“On the contrary, I've got all the time in the world.” Jack kissed the side of the Doctor's face. “That's one of the things about being immortal.”
“You're -”
“Yeah, but don't worry about it. I'm kinda used to it by now. Been killed so many times it's almost as hard to keep up with as my sex life.” A smile twitched at his lips again. “Almost. So, what d'you think?”
“I think,” said the Doctor, quite certain that he had lost any sanity he might possibly have had, “that it would be a very good plan.”
“Great.” Jack took his hand. “Lead me to the bedroom. Oh, and one last thing...”
“What?” the Doctor asked suspiciously.
“Happy Christmas.”
Author/Artist: sabethea
Fandom/s: old!Who, new!Who
Rating: PG13
Warnings: suggestions of m/m sex
Pairing/Characters: Doctor 5/Jack Harkness
Spoilers:
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas. Though Jack appears to have almost as much sex as he would do if he belonged to me. Almost.
Author's/Artist's notes: First posted at
12dayschristmas. Be afraid, be very afraid - I wrote a fair few DW fics for that.Summary: Captain Jack accidentally walks into the wrong TARDIS at the wrong time. It doesn't bother him.
“Um, sorry – should I know you?” The Doctor looked vaguely at the attractive man who had just strolled into his TARDIS as if he was quite at home there.
“Foiled again,” said Jack Harkness, taking a good look around this new-to-him decor of an old and familiar place. “So, tell me – which one are you? Have we reached Twelve yet? I keep hoping to bump into Twelve. I've heard he was quite some guy.”
“You've...” The Doctor stopped. “Oh, of course. You know me – one of me.”
“Three of you, actually,” Jack corrected. “Spent most time with Ten – he always had good looking girls hanging around, which was a bit of a bonus – but I'm on nodding terms with Six – we've gotta do something about that guy's dress sense, ya know? - and I passed the time of day with Eleven.” It was his turn to pause. “I'm guessing you must be earlier, otherwise you'd remember me.”
“I don't remember everyone I've ever met,” the Doctor objected.
Jack grinned. “You'd remember me,” he said confidently. “So, which are you?”
The Doctor sighed. “Five.” He leaned back against the TARDIS console and looked Jack up and down. “I live to get to Twelve? That's encouraging – though I have no doubt it could all change if I mess something up here.” He frowned. “Like meeting someone who knows my future self, for example. Do you know how dangerous that can be to the space-time spectrum?”
“Space-time, schmace-time,” said Jack dismissively. “Believe me, when you've broken as many laws of nature as I have, a bit of meeting up with people from your future isn't going to worry you much.”
The Doctor thought about objecting further, but Jack really was a very attractive man, and it was a long time since an attractive man had walked into his TARDIS. It seemed too good an opportunity to waste.
Except Jack had mentioned girls. Damn it.
“You... er... you're a ladies man, I take it?” he asked delicately.
Jack's grin widened. “I'm anyone's man, trust me.” He shrugged. “Why put something trivial like gender in the way of a good fuck? Or a good snog. Or a good anything, really. Gotta say, your successor – I'm talking Ten just now - spends his time complaining that I'm chatting people up too much – taking 'people' in the widest possible sense – but he's never been averse to a little flirtation himself.”
“I'm not surprised,” the Doctor said faintly.
“Should I take that as a come-on?”
The Doctor swallowed, and wondered whether he would regret this later. “Yes.”
“Now that's what I like to hear.” Jack strolled over to the Doctor and ran practised hands over his body. “Hmm, a little on the skinny side – though Ten's worse – and a bit hung up about your sexuality maybe, but I bet you're a devil in bed.”
“Um...”
“Want to test it out?” Jack suggested.
“You're very... quick...”
“On the contrary, I've got all the time in the world.” Jack kissed the side of the Doctor's face. “That's one of the things about being immortal.”
“You're -”
“Yeah, but don't worry about it. I'm kinda used to it by now. Been killed so many times it's almost as hard to keep up with as my sex life.” A smile twitched at his lips again. “Almost. So, what d'you think?”
“I think,” said the Doctor, quite certain that he had lost any sanity he might possibly have had, “that it would be a very good plan.”
“Great.” Jack took his hand. “Lead me to the bedroom. Oh, and one last thing...”
“What?” the Doctor asked suspiciously.
“Happy Christmas.”