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Author: Nalana (SoulSpinder/ NightsWhisper) Rating: PG-13 for suggestive setting
Length: 750 words
Spoilers: Mild for "The Parting of Ways" (Who) "Everything Changes", and "Day One" (Torchwood)
Archiving: DoctorSlashJack (livejournal), possibly If you want, please contact me.
Warnings: Slash

I gaze down at you, my doctor, sleeping within my arms. The room seems to hum around us. I smile at that thought, closing my eyes and listening to the faint sounds of the TARDIS around me. Oh, I've missed you too girl. How I have missed you! I whisper mentally to the mechanism before turning my focus back down at the Time Lord.

The old him would not have done this. Hell, the old me may not have allowed myself to stay here this long. We've both changed. Who can say if I've been changed for the better, because I knew you, I have been changed for good. I sing to myself a tune from a popular musical of this time.

None of that is important though, not in this moment. It's all clutter. The only thing that matters now is keeping you in my arms.

When I first saw you stepping out of the police box into the middle of the Torchwood station I had trembled with the anger that had many nights been focused on the shooting range. The moment your scanning of the room stopped on me, my rage melted with your smile. A light smirk spreads across my face as I picture my staff squirming oddly as I lunged at you and buried my head in your neck, holding you tightly to make sure this wasn't another of my dreams.

I had cried then, openly, in front of all of them. You had been a little shocked but you always adapted quickly. You whispered something to me, something I can't remember now, but your words were magic. Within moments I was introducing them all to my Doctor.

You stir slightly, and my stomach churns. Don't wake. Please, please… just a little longer, sleep just a little longer. I beg you. Perhaps you had heard that silent plea because you settle down once more as my fingers brush against your forehead.

Slipping back down onto my pillow, I rest my cheek against the top of your head as you nuzzle into me. If only I could capture this moment like I have your hand. If I could keep it, live in this moment for the rest of the eternity cursed upon me, I would give all the rest of this up.

I'm not stupid. To wish for that is foolish. We both are needed elsewhere. At he very least the universe needs you. That's exactly why I want you to sleep. In this rare slumber you're mine, not a slave of time. There is not a mention of the girl who had become dear to us. There is no threat to Earth or to us. There is no obligation.

When you wake I'll have to decide. Do I stay amongst these people in order to protect the planet that would be my home and the place you love? Or do I toss the thought behind my shoulder and go where I so desperately want to?

It's not even a question. I'm sewn in too deeply to abandon them now. I don't have a choice. I don't have you to blame.

Biting down into my lip until it bleeds my grip on you increases slightly. For a moment your body tenses against mine. Your brow wrinkles and I remember the frailty of the situation.

I must stay though I would give anything to follow you.

You will leave. You will continue on your way, and I will be another speak of dust, simply one of the few to be considerer special enough to stay by your side for a breathe of time. When the end comes, our names will be forgotten, but yours will remain.

When the universe forgets Captain Jack Harkness, will you? Or will you recall me? Would those memories be one of betrayal, for leaving you this time? Or will they simply be dusty files buried in the vast archives of your ancient mind?

Please. No. Don't let me disappear.

Raising a hand I frame your cheek with my palm as I kiss your forehead. I let my watery eyes close. I hadn't even tried to sleep since you had left me. You wrap your arms around me making me feel safe for the first time in ages.

As slumber starts to drift over me, I hear a voice inside my head. In a flash I know it's you. What you say is greater than any angelic chorus.

How could I forget my Captain?