Disclaimer—I claim no ownership of Doctor Who or it's characters, but this little bit of writing is mine.
A/N—I haven't been writing much lately because I'm in the middle of a move. But, here is a little Jack fic for you. Please read and review.
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IN THE DREAMS OF THEIR ROSE
Leaning against the doorposts of her room, he likes to watch her sleep. Still so young, her sleep lingers along the tender borders of childhood. He sees her as she is, nearly perfect in his world-weary eyes: simple, unassuming, and unspoiled. Her genuine joy and awe and trust captured him from the very first, and he knows that he doesn't deserve her... A thought he is most conscious of when they all stop running for their lives, in those few precious moments when she sleeps.
It doesn't surprise him to discover that he's not the only one who finds solace in her relaxed face and fluttering eyelashes, never quite clean of mascara. He is surprised, though, to catch his fellow voyear in the act. He'd supposd that the Doctor would be embarassed to be caught in such an ape-like act. But, on the first night it happens, he appears unfazed. He merely lifts an eyebrow before shifting his weight and budging over a bit to share the doorframe. Two men, time travellers and intergalactic heroes, finding shared consolation in the dreams of their Rose.