Title: Series Finale
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: 10/Jack
Summary: My series three finale, which I would only ever want to happen in print but not on screen. Although there is one thing I wouldn't mind if it happened for real;-)
Word count: Around 370
Warnings: Angst, slash and a possible character death but I'm not sure that comes across. Very short and the writing isn't as good as I'd like… I'll stop talking you out of it now so, please just read and please let me know your thoughts.
Spoilers: erm, I guess some slight ones for the finales of S1 and S2. Brief references to S2, episodes 1 (New Earth), 2 (Tooth and Claw) and 4 (The Girl in The Fireplace). Also the name of the Doctor's 3rd season companion
AN: inspired by Russell T. Davies commentary saying the Doctor has to have a male/male kiss every series finale. FYI David Tennant kissed Noel Clarke's head in S2 finale.
Disclaimer: I'm a Uni student. (I've just been accepted!) I own pretty much nothing:-(
Series Finale
"Jack, please don't go." The Doctor begs, close to tears.
"Doctor, you know I have to." Jack stresses, trying to keep his voice calm and cool, trying to keep the emotion out of it and succeeding for the most part. He never used to be this cold, this calculated before he met the Doctor. Before he changed his life for the Doctor. Before the Doctor left him, all alone. Isolated and abandoned. "Take Martha and leave. Torchwood will deal with this."
"I can help, that's what I do!" The Doctor insists. And is hurt by the angry glance Jack shoots him. "We used to be a team Jack. You, me and Rose. Do you remember that?" That only serves in making Jack angrier.
"And where IS Rose?" Jack's voice almost cracks with the pain, with the anger. Almost, but not quite. "You have a very loose definition of team, Doctor. Always moving on, one companion after the next, I'm sure the faces blend into each other given enough time…"
"You didn't." The Doctor interrupts Jack's rant. "I thought you would but if anything, it got worse. I could be saving a world from crazy Cat nuns, battling a beautiful werewolf, snogging a French king's future mistress and all I'd be thinking about was you. You got in my head, Jack. 900 years and no one's ever done that, not that bad. Who'd have thunk, huh? A poxy little ape." The Doctor's voice softens. "With an enquiring young mind, a scarred soul and a beautiful heart. God, how I've missed you."
"I'm with Torchwood now." It's the only response Jack can think of. "And I've got work to do. We can handle this. We don't need you Doctor." Jack begins to turn his back on him.
"I need you, Jack!" The Doctor blurts out, making Jack turn around. "I love you." Jack snorts at that, before seeing the Doctor is serious. He shakes his head, his expression one of pity. He walks towards the Doctor, places his hand on the back of the Doctor's neck, and pulls him in for a passionate kiss.
"You shouldn't." Jack whispers. Then he walks away, and the Doctor fears he'll never see him again.
FIN
