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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 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:
March: A military manoeuvre set to rigidly rhythmic music. Marches are designed to move a large number of soldiers in the most efficient way possible.
(Jack and Rose try to cut in. Nine and Jack’s ex are cut down to size.)
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.”
Grinning, Rose kisses him. “Have I mentioned you’re insane?”
“And you love it.” On impulse (and because he can) he pulls her close for another good snog.
She presses against him, heat that extends from thigh to mouth. Enthusiasm turns to hunger. Hunger increases to insatiable. (How is it possible to want someone this much?) Thought evaporates. Rose is in his arms. He fills his hands with her. Tastes the sweet salt of her mouth again.
“We should go,” she says around the kiss. (But her arms are fierce at his waist and back. And gotta love those fingernails.)
“Yeah.” But he doesn’t pull away. “We should.” She feels so good. He presses her to the wall for a truly shameless snog. (How quickly could he...?)
She tickles him to escape. “C’mon, Romeo. Doctor’s in it again.”
He pulls the micro-rifle from its holster on the wall. Waits for it to scan his DNA. Cocks it. Points it to the ceiling. “I’ll lead.”
The TARDIS is actually accommodating. No weird long corridors. Only one short flight of stairs before he arrives at the console room, Rose close behind. He pauses at the double doors. (Dammit, what kind of ship only has one entrance and exit? It’d be so much easier to sneak up on S’ian’thro and his crew of overly practical bastards if the Doctor had installed some kind of hatch or port or other exit. Much as he loves the retro look, the TARDIS has certain strategic disadvantages -- like the control room being the first room of the ship. Great for making a fast getaway. Not so fantastic if the alien hordes are hot on your heels.)
Focus. He needs to focus. He’d rather tear out his right eyeball than face S’ian’thro again, but there’s no helping that now. “This is the deal.” He pulls the small stun pistol out of his waistband. Retrieves the other from the shoulder-blade holder. Engages them both to ready. Hands them to Rose. “We won’t have much time before they shock the living shit out of us. Can you shoot straight?”
Rose looks both excited and apprehensive as she inspects the weapons. “Never tried?”
He wraps her hands around the grips. Points the pistols toward the wall. “Slight pressure.”
A dozen stun pulses hit the wall before she eases off.
Rose stares. Grins. “Fantastic!”
(God, he could just throw her down on that console, tear off what’s left of those lacy knickers, and shag her senseless.) “Good.” He swallows hard. “Try not to hit anyone we love.” He thinks about it for a moment. “Though if you do hit the Doctor, he’ll probably be all right. Time Lords are notoriously tough bastards, and he’s a damn amazing survivor, even by their standards. Plus, this is only designed to stun.”
Rose nods. Moistens her lips. (Beautiful lips, slightly puffy from all the bruising kisses.) “And when they turn on the nanogenes?”
He nods. “Try to fall inward. We’ll kick the door shut if we can. Outwait them if possible.”
“And then?” She has that exquisite high flush to her cheeks. (The Doctor has such fantastic taste in girls.)
“I get out the heavy firepower.” He sobers at the thought. He may have to look crewmates in the eye. Shoot them dead. It’s been a long time since he was so ruthless. (Not since John...)
He shakes off that thought quickly. No sense going there.
“You’ll kill them?” Rose’s eyes are carefully neutral.
“To save him and us?” He nods. Hardens his eyes. “Yes.”
She nods slowly. “Let’s try to keep it from coming to that, shall we? I like being able to sleep at night.”
He grins. “Right.” He shoulders the micro-rifle.
She points both pistols at the ceiling, prepared. “Phasers on stun, Captain.”
He glares so he won’t laugh. “Let me guess: you always wanted to say that?”
She nods, grinning. Sobers. Prepares to fire. “If they take us?”
He presses his back to the door. “They’ll frisk us. Scan us. Take the obvious weaponry. Let them. I haven’t put anything on you or me that isn’t replaceable.”
Rose nods. Squares her shoulder. (GOD he loves her.) “And then?”
“We try to talk our way out of it.” He shrugs at her look. “I’ll be as charming as I can, but this will probably get ugly quickly. Keep a cool head and run like hell if you can.”
She smiles. “And you’re not going to try to talk me out of coming with you? ‘Stay behind.’ ‘I want you where it’s safe.’ ‘Don’t wander off.’ That kind of manly protect-the-female stuff?”
“Rose.” A smile tugs at his mouth at the thought. “When has any man EVER successfully convinced you to do anything you don’t want to do?”
She nods, satisfied. “And don’t you forget it.”
He and she both take a deep breath for calm.
She jerks her chin at the door. “You lead.”
He peeks the door open a crack.
“... should know better than to shelter a known criminal.” S’ian’thro always did have the best Big Bad Monster voice. Came in handy a time or two when Jack’s usual charms weren’t enough to close a deal.
The Doctor has his back to him. He’s still standing (thank God), but he’s breathing hard. Probably been stunned pretty badly.
S’ian’thro and his crew look out-of-place in the light of the streetlamp. Must be hard to find period suits that will fit eight-foot-tall aliens with silver skin and shocks of orange and pink hair. (Actually, S’ian’thro looks dead sexy in blue. Who knew?)
“By the treaty of five thousand--” the Doctor starts.
“We know who you are, Time Lord,” S’ian’thro cuts in. “Your people treated peace with House S’ian millennia ago. In their name I do not kill you now for coming to me so slovenly in appearance and reeking from recreating with Houseless criminals.”
Fighting words. Time to act before S’ian’thro gets nasty. Jack nods to Rose. Shoulders the door open. She’s a much better shot than expected. (Beginner’s luck is a good thing!) He takes out Xiap’Alla and Nim’Durna and three other new recruits. Five others drop to the ground, twitching at the bolts from Rose’s stun pistols.
S’ian’thro shoots the Doctor.
The Doctor explodes in a burst of golden light.
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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 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:
March: A military manoeuvre set to rigidly rhythmic music. Marches are designed to move a large number of soldiers in the most efficient way possible.
(Jack and Rose try to cut in. Nine and Jack’s ex are cut down to size.)
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.”
Grinning, Rose kisses him. “Have I mentioned you’re insane?”
“And you love it.” On impulse (and because he can) he pulls her close for another good snog.
She presses against him, heat that extends from thigh to mouth. Enthusiasm turns to hunger. Hunger increases to insatiable. (How is it possible to want someone this much?) Thought evaporates. Rose is in his arms. He fills his hands with her. Tastes the sweet salt of her mouth again.
“We should go,” she says around the kiss. (But her arms are fierce at his waist and back. And gotta love those fingernails.)
“Yeah.” But he doesn’t pull away. “We should.” She feels so good. He presses her to the wall for a truly shameless snog. (How quickly could he...?)
She tickles him to escape. “C’mon, Romeo. Doctor’s in it again.”
He pulls the micro-rifle from its holster on the wall. Waits for it to scan his DNA. Cocks it. Points it to the ceiling. “I’ll lead.”
The TARDIS is actually accommodating. No weird long corridors. Only one short flight of stairs before he arrives at the console room, Rose close behind. He pauses at the double doors. (Dammit, what kind of ship only has one entrance and exit? It’d be so much easier to sneak up on S’ian’thro and his crew of overly practical bastards if the Doctor had installed some kind of hatch or port or other exit. Much as he loves the retro look, the TARDIS has certain strategic disadvantages -- like the control room being the first room of the ship. Great for making a fast getaway. Not so fantastic if the alien hordes are hot on your heels.)
Focus. He needs to focus. He’d rather tear out his right eyeball than face S’ian’thro again, but there’s no helping that now. “This is the deal.” He pulls the small stun pistol out of his waistband. Retrieves the other from the shoulder-blade holder. Engages them both to ready. Hands them to Rose. “We won’t have much time before they shock the living shit out of us. Can you shoot straight?”
Rose looks both excited and apprehensive as she inspects the weapons. “Never tried?”
He wraps her hands around the grips. Points the pistols toward the wall. “Slight pressure.”
A dozen stun pulses hit the wall before she eases off.
Rose stares. Grins. “Fantastic!”
(God, he could just throw her down on that console, tear off what’s left of those lacy knickers, and shag her senseless.) “Good.” He swallows hard. “Try not to hit anyone we love.” He thinks about it for a moment. “Though if you do hit the Doctor, he’ll probably be all right. Time Lords are notoriously tough bastards, and he’s a damn amazing survivor, even by their standards. Plus, this is only designed to stun.”
Rose nods. Moistens her lips. (Beautiful lips, slightly puffy from all the bruising kisses.) “And when they turn on the nanogenes?”
He nods. “Try to fall inward. We’ll kick the door shut if we can. Outwait them if possible.”
“And then?” She has that exquisite high flush to her cheeks. (The Doctor has such fantastic taste in girls.)
“I get out the heavy firepower.” He sobers at the thought. He may have to look crewmates in the eye. Shoot them dead. It’s been a long time since he was so ruthless. (Not since John...)
He shakes off that thought quickly. No sense going there.
“You’ll kill them?” Rose’s eyes are carefully neutral.
“To save him and us?” He nods. Hardens his eyes. “Yes.”
She nods slowly. “Let’s try to keep it from coming to that, shall we? I like being able to sleep at night.”
He grins. “Right.” He shoulders the micro-rifle.
She points both pistols at the ceiling, prepared. “Phasers on stun, Captain.”
He glares so he won’t laugh. “Let me guess: you always wanted to say that?”
She nods, grinning. Sobers. Prepares to fire. “If they take us?”
He presses his back to the door. “They’ll frisk us. Scan us. Take the obvious weaponry. Let them. I haven’t put anything on you or me that isn’t replaceable.”
Rose nods. Squares her shoulder. (GOD he loves her.) “And then?”
“We try to talk our way out of it.” He shrugs at her look. “I’ll be as charming as I can, but this will probably get ugly quickly. Keep a cool head and run like hell if you can.”
She smiles. “And you’re not going to try to talk me out of coming with you? ‘Stay behind.’ ‘I want you where it’s safe.’ ‘Don’t wander off.’ That kind of manly protect-the-female stuff?”
“Rose.” A smile tugs at his mouth at the thought. “When has any man EVER successfully convinced you to do anything you don’t want to do?”
She nods, satisfied. “And don’t you forget it.”
He and she both take a deep breath for calm.
She jerks her chin at the door. “You lead.”
He peeks the door open a crack.
“... should know better than to shelter a known criminal.” S’ian’thro always did have the best Big Bad Monster voice. Came in handy a time or two when Jack’s usual charms weren’t enough to close a deal.
The Doctor has his back to him. He’s still standing (thank God), but he’s breathing hard. Probably been stunned pretty badly.
S’ian’thro and his crew look out-of-place in the light of the streetlamp. Must be hard to find period suits that will fit eight-foot-tall aliens with silver skin and shocks of orange and pink hair. (Actually, S’ian’thro looks dead sexy in blue. Who knew?)
“By the treaty of five thousand--” the Doctor starts.
“We know who you are, Time Lord,” S’ian’thro cuts in. “Your people treated peace with House S’ian millennia ago. In their name I do not kill you now for coming to me so slovenly in appearance and reeking from recreating with Houseless criminals.”
Fighting words. Time to act before S’ian’thro gets nasty. Jack nods to Rose. Shoulders the door open. She’s a much better shot than expected. (Beginner’s luck is a good thing!) He takes out Xiap’Alla and Nim’Durna and three other new recruits. Five others drop to the ground, twitching at the bolts from Rose’s stun pistols.
S’ian’thro shoots the Doctor.
The Doctor explodes in a burst of golden light.
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