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Characters: Ninth Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler;
Rated: oh, so Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, violence, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did there would have been no parting of the ways, Rose would be happy and walking funny, and a love of tech isn't the only thing Nine and Jack would be sharing.
Spoilers: AU. If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you may be spoilered. I like to mess with canon.
Summary: By popular request: OT3 Nine/Jack/Rose. One of Jack's exes is out for a bit of revenge. Can the Doctor and Rose figure a way to rescue him before he has to pay the piper? Watch for fancy footwork, a bit of intrigue, occasional plot, and a large excuse for love and smut.
As a reminder, LSA is on vacation this week and next, and Faithful will be on hiatus as a result. Updates of Lady in the Fireplace and Dancing Lessons will continue as planned, though. --ophymirage
On with the show:
Quickstep: A fast-paced and tightly choreographed ballroom dance requiring perfect timing, fancy footwork, and good communication between partners.
(Jack confesses the truth about his previous partner. Nine performs a solo. Jack and Rose prepare for some really fancy moves.)
“We have come,” says a cold, alien voice in Rose’s head, “for the human criminal, Captain Jack Harkness.”
The pain stops suddenly, like someone flipped a switch. She slowly, shakily gets to her feet. “Ouch.”
Jack and Doctor speak at the same time. “S’ian’thro?”
Jack looks to the Doctor, startled. “You know him?” He stands, groaning.
“House S’ian is one of the finest Houses of the Laipila.” The Doctor takes the offered hand up. Finds his pants and trousers. “Time Lords’ve had a non-aggression treaty with the major Houses for millennia.” He tosses Jack his tie. “S’ian’thro was a rising star in House S’ian, well on his way to making Elder, last I heard.”
Jack shakes his head no. Pitches Rose her knickers with a grin. Sobers. Hands the Doctor his jumper. “Things have changed since you heard.”
The Doctor dons the jumper in one smooth motion. Folds his arms, stern. “Tell me.”
“I think I can guess.” She settles her skirt into place with a few jerks. “He was another fling of yours, like that Marilyn bird?”
Jack shakes his head no. “Might be easier if he were.” He zips the zipper on the back of her skirt. “We were partners. Platonic -- no funny business.” He holds her shirt so she can slip into it. “I was charming and persuasive and cut all the deals. He provided the ship and the contacts on the Laipila homeworld.”
She raises an eyebrow at him. (Jack not shag someone?)
Jack glares, darkly amused. “I actually AM able to work with people I’m not sleeping with, thank you.”
She dismisses him with a shrug. “You’re the one keeps saying you’re a slut.” She buttons and tucks her blouse.
Jack turns back to the Doctor, who’s mostly laced and buttoned and zipped himself back to presentable. “But... well... the truth is...”
“Running out of time, lad.” The Doctor takes his coat from Rose. Shrugs into it to settle it into place. “I’ll have to answer him in another minute.”
“I wanted to,” says Jack in a rush. “Sleep with him, I mean. He was nice to me. Never asked me for more than I was willing to give and--” he actually looks sheepish. He turns away, buttoning. “Ithoughthewascute. But that’s not the point.”
“Still waiting on the point.” The Doctor has that edge to the polite tone. (GOD she hates it when he does that to her. Makes her feel like a kid squirming in the oversized chair in the Headmaster’s office.)
“Getting there.” Jack considers his tie. Tosses it onto the bed. “After six months of being just partners, I was bored and lonely and more than a little sexually frustrated. So I went to a pub outside Serth 5.”
“Nice single-malts there,” the Doctor comments.
Jack dares a smile. “The 3957 triple-cask?”
The Doctor grins. “Knew there was a reason I liked you.” The grin vanishes. “What did you do, Jack lad?”
Jack gives a self-conscious shrug that still manages to ooze charm. (Never fails to amaze her, that.) “I waited for someone to pick me up. After a while, a girl and her boyfriend did. We went back to their place, had some fun.” He shrugs again.
The Doctor raises an eyebrow at Rose. “Should I bother to tell you to cover your virgin ears?”
“Not so virgin anymore,” she reminds him. (Ooh! She can make him blush now! Well cool, that!)
“And to make a long story short...” Jack says.
“Too late.” The Doctor beats her to the punchline, damn him. She glowers. He smirks. She sticks her tongue out at him. He goes back to glaring at Jack.
Jack is actually blushing. Crimson. “They were both S’ian’thro’s cousins.”
“Kinky.” Her hair’s probably a lost cause. (Then again, is it really worth it to style it for aliens who get off on torture?)
“Still waiting on the point.” The Doctor has that intense look he gets right before he very quietly loses his temper.
Jack’s eyes are on his shoes, which he’s lacing. “I let slip... in bed... that S’ian’thro was hoarding.”
Whatever hoarding is, it must be really bad to the lai-whatsis, because the Doctor blanches. “Oh, Jack. You didn’t.”
Jack concentrates very hard on buttoning his coat. “He was going to start his own clan. Buy Elder and his own House name.”
The Doctor runs a hand over his face, visibly upset by whatever it is Jack did. “And they shunned him.” It’s not a question.
“Shunned?” she says. “Is that like banished or something?”
“Worse.” Jack looks like he might throw up. “They took away his family ties, banned him from all contact with his people, blacklisted his crew... It just didn’t end.”
She is really, really glad not to be on the receiving end of the Doctor’s merciless glare. “And you ran.” Again, it’s not a question.
Jack nods miserably. “And I ran.” He looks up. “It was wrong. But I told you. Thief. Liar. Con man. Criminal.”
The Doctor’s look softens. “And mine.”
What she wouldn’t give for a camera. Jack has the sweetest look of disbelief.
The Doctor moves lightning-quick. Hits the subdermal on Jack’s arm.
Jack, now fully-clothed, is dragged -- kicking and cursing a blue streak -- to the mag-lock plates on the headboard.
“You’re a pain in the ass, Jack,” says the Doctor, very calm. “But damned if I’m bringing you with me to turn into a hostage. You’re staying here where it’s safe.”
Jack is all but spitting with rage and frustration. “You have no idea who you’re messing with.”
The Doctor shrugs. “Time Lord still means something in this universe. And House or no House, your boy’s still Laipila.”
She straightens a little under the Doctor’s intense look. “What’s rule one, Rose?” he says.
“Don’t wander off.” He’s got her on reflex. Damn him!
“That’s my girl.” He pulls her into his arms. Kisses her. “Now actually do it for once.”
And like that, the Doctor’s out the door and down the hall.
Jack says several things that are at best anatomically impossible and at worst hazardous to a person’s health. He fixes her with a look. “You know he’ll just screw it up.”
She wavers. “Doctor knows what he’s doing.”
Jack scoffs. “Like he did with Marilyn?”
She swears her worst curse under her breath. Leans across him to release the wrist cuffs.
Jack grins. Kisses her fiercely. “And that’s MY girl.” He launches himself from the bed. “Time for my other toys.”
He had BETTER not be talking more sex stuff. “What?”
Jack hits several hidden panels on the wall. Performs about five almost balletic movements with hands and arms. Leans forward for a retinal scan. The wall morphs. Resets. A whole battery of just about every kind of pistol and knife known to man appear.
She whistles, appreciative. “Boys and their toys.”
Pain. ShitshitshitshitSHITSHITSHIT GodDAMMITthathurts!!!
And then it’s gone. She opens her eyes to find herself curled on the floor in a fetal position, shivering with a whole new kind of aftershocks.
“Fuck,” Jack says. (Sounds like he’s been gargling gravel.) “I hate nanogenes.” He’s mostly standing. Offers her a hand up.
Shaking hard, she takes it. “Negotiations broke down?”
Jack nods. “I’m surprised they didn’t start by shocking him.” He frowns. “Wait a sec. That shouldn’t hurt quite so badly.”
He snatches the Spock-thingie from the foot of the bed. Checks the readings. “Bastards!”
“Jack?” But she can already guess.
“Little bastards are multiplying.” He tosses the device aside again. Heads back for the wall. Starts pulling weapons off it. Checks to make sure things are loaded.
She follows, trying not to limp. “I thought the Doctor’s energy killed them off.”
“Upgrade.” Jack sighs. “Looks like they’re programmed to replicate in case of termination.” He curses. Tucks pistols and knives in the oddest places.
She can’t help laughing.
He looks like he can’t decide if he should laugh or glare. “What?”
She rolls her eyes at him. “And I thought the Doctor was good at making enemies.” She has a think for a moment. “Won’t they just confiscate all that stuff off you?”
Jack grins. “Just the ones I don’t care if they take.” He waves a hand at the wall before tucking a pistol in his belt. “I have every firearm known to mankind.” He winks. “Plus a few most humans have never heard of and a couple the Laipila haven’t invented yet.”
“What is it with boys and guns?” She’s NOT jealous. She does not want any of that crap on her.
Before she can stop him, Jack straps about fifteen knives to various parts of her arms and legs. Some of them seep into her flesh, blending seamlessly and so light she can’t even feel them.
She stares at him.
“I told you,” says Jack with his signature grin. “Stuff they haven’t invented yet. You’ll be my walking armoury.”
She snorts. “Sure you’re not .... compensating .... for something?”
Jack presses a smooth white blade into the underside of his arm. It disappears. “Some guys compensate.” He settles a bandolier of ammunition across his chest with a jingle of metal. “I advertise.”
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Author: Love! Slash! Angst!
melindakittyCharacters: Ninth Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler;
Rated: oh, so Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, violence, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did there would have been no parting of the ways, Rose would be happy and walking funny, and a love of tech isn't the only thing Nine and Jack would be sharing.
Spoilers: AU. If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you may be spoilered. I like to mess with canon.
Summary: By popular request: OT3 Nine/Jack/Rose. One of Jack's exes is out for a bit of revenge. Can the Doctor and Rose figure a way to rescue him before he has to pay the piper? Watch for fancy footwork, a bit of intrigue, occasional plot, and a large excuse for love and smut.
As a reminder, LSA is on vacation this week and next, and Faithful will be on hiatus as a result. Updates of Lady in the Fireplace and Dancing Lessons will continue as planned, though. --ophymirage
On with the show:
Quickstep: A fast-paced and tightly choreographed ballroom dance requiring perfect timing, fancy footwork, and good communication between partners.
(Jack confesses the truth about his previous partner. Nine performs a solo. Jack and Rose prepare for some really fancy moves.)
“We have come,” says a cold, alien voice in Rose’s head, “for the human criminal, Captain Jack Harkness.”
The pain stops suddenly, like someone flipped a switch. She slowly, shakily gets to her feet. “Ouch.”
Jack and Doctor speak at the same time. “S’ian’thro?”
Jack looks to the Doctor, startled. “You know him?” He stands, groaning.
“House S’ian is one of the finest Houses of the Laipila.” The Doctor takes the offered hand up. Finds his pants and trousers. “Time Lords’ve had a non-aggression treaty with the major Houses for millennia.” He tosses Jack his tie. “S’ian’thro was a rising star in House S’ian, well on his way to making Elder, last I heard.”
Jack shakes his head no. Pitches Rose her knickers with a grin. Sobers. Hands the Doctor his jumper. “Things have changed since you heard.”
The Doctor dons the jumper in one smooth motion. Folds his arms, stern. “Tell me.”
“I think I can guess.” She settles her skirt into place with a few jerks. “He was another fling of yours, like that Marilyn bird?”
Jack shakes his head no. “Might be easier if he were.” He zips the zipper on the back of her skirt. “We were partners. Platonic -- no funny business.” He holds her shirt so she can slip into it. “I was charming and persuasive and cut all the deals. He provided the ship and the contacts on the Laipila homeworld.”
She raises an eyebrow at him. (Jack not shag someone?)
Jack glares, darkly amused. “I actually AM able to work with people I’m not sleeping with, thank you.”
She dismisses him with a shrug. “You’re the one keeps saying you’re a slut.” She buttons and tucks her blouse.
Jack turns back to the Doctor, who’s mostly laced and buttoned and zipped himself back to presentable. “But... well... the truth is...”
“Running out of time, lad.” The Doctor takes his coat from Rose. Shrugs into it to settle it into place. “I’ll have to answer him in another minute.”
“I wanted to,” says Jack in a rush. “Sleep with him, I mean. He was nice to me. Never asked me for more than I was willing to give and--” he actually looks sheepish. He turns away, buttoning. “Ithoughthewascute. But that’s not the point.”
“Still waiting on the point.” The Doctor has that edge to the polite tone. (GOD she hates it when he does that to her. Makes her feel like a kid squirming in the oversized chair in the Headmaster’s office.)
“Getting there.” Jack considers his tie. Tosses it onto the bed. “After six months of being just partners, I was bored and lonely and more than a little sexually frustrated. So I went to a pub outside Serth 5.”
“Nice single-malts there,” the Doctor comments.
Jack dares a smile. “The 3957 triple-cask?”
The Doctor grins. “Knew there was a reason I liked you.” The grin vanishes. “What did you do, Jack lad?”
Jack gives a self-conscious shrug that still manages to ooze charm. (Never fails to amaze her, that.) “I waited for someone to pick me up. After a while, a girl and her boyfriend did. We went back to their place, had some fun.” He shrugs again.
The Doctor raises an eyebrow at Rose. “Should I bother to tell you to cover your virgin ears?”
“Not so virgin anymore,” she reminds him. (Ooh! She can make him blush now! Well cool, that!)
“And to make a long story short...” Jack says.
“Too late.” The Doctor beats her to the punchline, damn him. She glowers. He smirks. She sticks her tongue out at him. He goes back to glaring at Jack.
Jack is actually blushing. Crimson. “They were both S’ian’thro’s cousins.”
“Kinky.” Her hair’s probably a lost cause. (Then again, is it really worth it to style it for aliens who get off on torture?)
“Still waiting on the point.” The Doctor has that intense look he gets right before he very quietly loses his temper.
Jack’s eyes are on his shoes, which he’s lacing. “I let slip... in bed... that S’ian’thro was hoarding.”
Whatever hoarding is, it must be really bad to the lai-whatsis, because the Doctor blanches. “Oh, Jack. You didn’t.”
Jack concentrates very hard on buttoning his coat. “He was going to start his own clan. Buy Elder and his own House name.”
The Doctor runs a hand over his face, visibly upset by whatever it is Jack did. “And they shunned him.” It’s not a question.
“Shunned?” she says. “Is that like banished or something?”
“Worse.” Jack looks like he might throw up. “They took away his family ties, banned him from all contact with his people, blacklisted his crew... It just didn’t end.”
She is really, really glad not to be on the receiving end of the Doctor’s merciless glare. “And you ran.” Again, it’s not a question.
Jack nods miserably. “And I ran.” He looks up. “It was wrong. But I told you. Thief. Liar. Con man. Criminal.”
The Doctor’s look softens. “And mine.”
What she wouldn’t give for a camera. Jack has the sweetest look of disbelief.
The Doctor moves lightning-quick. Hits the subdermal on Jack’s arm.
Jack, now fully-clothed, is dragged -- kicking and cursing a blue streak -- to the mag-lock plates on the headboard.
“You’re a pain in the ass, Jack,” says the Doctor, very calm. “But damned if I’m bringing you with me to turn into a hostage. You’re staying here where it’s safe.”
Jack is all but spitting with rage and frustration. “You have no idea who you’re messing with.”
The Doctor shrugs. “Time Lord still means something in this universe. And House or no House, your boy’s still Laipila.”
She straightens a little under the Doctor’s intense look. “What’s rule one, Rose?” he says.
“Don’t wander off.” He’s got her on reflex. Damn him!
“That’s my girl.” He pulls her into his arms. Kisses her. “Now actually do it for once.”
And like that, the Doctor’s out the door and down the hall.
Jack says several things that are at best anatomically impossible and at worst hazardous to a person’s health. He fixes her with a look. “You know he’ll just screw it up.”
She wavers. “Doctor knows what he’s doing.”
Jack scoffs. “Like he did with Marilyn?”
She swears her worst curse under her breath. Leans across him to release the wrist cuffs.
Jack grins. Kisses her fiercely. “And that’s MY girl.” He launches himself from the bed. “Time for my other toys.”
He had BETTER not be talking more sex stuff. “What?”
Jack hits several hidden panels on the wall. Performs about five almost balletic movements with hands and arms. Leans forward for a retinal scan. The wall morphs. Resets. A whole battery of just about every kind of pistol and knife known to man appear.
She whistles, appreciative. “Boys and their toys.”
Pain. ShitshitshitshitSHITSHITSHIT GodDAMMITthathurts!!!
And then it’s gone. She opens her eyes to find herself curled on the floor in a fetal position, shivering with a whole new kind of aftershocks.
“Fuck,” Jack says. (Sounds like he’s been gargling gravel.) “I hate nanogenes.” He’s mostly standing. Offers her a hand up.
Shaking hard, she takes it. “Negotiations broke down?”
Jack nods. “I’m surprised they didn’t start by shocking him.” He frowns. “Wait a sec. That shouldn’t hurt quite so badly.”
He snatches the Spock-thingie from the foot of the bed. Checks the readings. “Bastards!”
“Jack?” But she can already guess.
“Little bastards are multiplying.” He tosses the device aside again. Heads back for the wall. Starts pulling weapons off it. Checks to make sure things are loaded.
She follows, trying not to limp. “I thought the Doctor’s energy killed them off.”
“Upgrade.” Jack sighs. “Looks like they’re programmed to replicate in case of termination.” He curses. Tucks pistols and knives in the oddest places.
She can’t help laughing.
He looks like he can’t decide if he should laugh or glare. “What?”
She rolls her eyes at him. “And I thought the Doctor was good at making enemies.” She has a think for a moment. “Won’t they just confiscate all that stuff off you?”
Jack grins. “Just the ones I don’t care if they take.” He waves a hand at the wall before tucking a pistol in his belt. “I have every firearm known to mankind.” He winks. “Plus a few most humans have never heard of and a couple the Laipila haven’t invented yet.”
“What is it with boys and guns?” She’s NOT jealous. She does not want any of that crap on her.
Before she can stop him, Jack straps about fifteen knives to various parts of her arms and legs. Some of them seep into her flesh, blending seamlessly and so light she can’t even feel them.
She stares at him.
“I told you,” says Jack with his signature grin. “Stuff they haven’t invented yet. You’ll be my walking armoury.”
She snorts. “Sure you’re not .... compensating .... for something?”
Jack presses a smooth white blade into the underside of his arm. It disappears. “Some guys compensate.” He settles a bandolier of ammunition across his chest with a jingle of metal. “I advertise.”
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