"He doesn't remember… He doesn't remember… He doesn't fucking remember!" these words and variations of them kept repeating from Jacks mouth. Silently, but spoken nonetheless. The Captain was frustrated, to say the least. A blue box falls out of the sky and he thinks his beloved Doctor has come back to him, and out stumbles a stranger with no memory of who or what he is.
"Why a box?" Again with the questions, Jack thought.
"Because her camouflage is broken, and I think you like her like that." Jack replied. After the TARDIS landed on his car he walked the confused cutie to a coffee shop. Bad idea. First off, He tried at least 20 different coffees, with 20 different combinations of them, to find only one, after spitting all the others out, that he liked. The Doctor then ordered 5 of these, and is now very hyper.
"Okay, why though? How do I travel with a box?" The Doctor asked.
"I don't know how to fly it, but you travel through the time vortex." Jacks voice had gone soft with boredom, they had been here for 2 hours already. He just wanted to saunter back home and sleep, it had been a long night. He worked hard on his ship, then his car, then his actual job, and all of it was jammed down the drain when he pissed off his boss, came home, had his car smashed to bits, and then his motherboard malfunctioned. Tough day, cute guy, raging sex drive and an annoying Time Lord on a caffeine high. Wonderful day... Maybe.
"So, I'm a time traveler…?"
"Yes, I used come with you, way back when, you looked nothing like this, and more of a hard ass, but you're like a little kid now. I guess you really do change personalities when you regenerate." God, this version of the Doctor was so addicting that Jack was starting to ramble like him. "This is going to kill me…" He muttered. "Screw eternal life, I'm going fucking insane…"
"Was I better, back then?" The Doctor asked. Jack looked up from his coffee, surprised at how timid his voice was. Almost like he was worried, or he did something wrong.
"Not necessarily," Jack tried to comfort him. "You were different, but you never looked at me twice. I think you were just being over protective of Rose, but then you regenerated and we helped you save the world, blah blah blah, you tried to hook me up with a brat. Nice gesture, but he was a little naïve. I think you were just…" Jack stopped himself and looked at the Doctor. His face had a confused, but sad look, and jack was worried he said too much.
"Why would I give you to another guy?" The Doctor said, but Jack wasn't so sure he heard right.
"Well, I think you were guilty and trying to make amends because you couldn't love me back." He answered anyway.
There was a silence. It seemed that the sadness was sensed because not even the other customers made a sound. Suddenly the Doctor stood and knocked his chair over, then he was back to his ramblings.
"Right! We should get going! No time to waste, only time to spend, so lets spend it wisely." He marched out of the coffee shop and down the street with jack running after him telling him he was going the wrong direction.
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"Doctor…" Jack muttered. As he looked into his kitchen. There was food everywhere, cabinets and drawers opened, the freezer was open, and in the middle of it, there was the man himself eating fish fingers and… Custard? "What are you doing?"
"Well, I was hungry, after all that coffee I had a head ache and a stomach ache. So I found these," He held up a custard covered fish stick, "And they tasted bland so o thought, 'how can I make this better?' and custard popped into my mind, but you didn't have any so I had to make some, but I couldn't, so I tried again, but it looked funny, so I tried again, and made this." He held up the bowl with the custard inside and swished a fish stick through it. "Still a bit off but I can fix it." He took a bite. Jack just walked away and sat in his living room.
"I can't take this. Seriously, I'll go insane." He said to himself, quietly.
" I can clean it up, here." The Doctor yelled from the kitchen. Jack heard shuffling and Cabinets and drawers being shut. The Doctor cleaned up and Jack closed his eyes and thought. Would he be able to hold back all the feelings he's been holding ever since the kiss? A crush is easy to get rid of, and that's what he had when he met the Doctor. When he was tall dark and handsome. When he was breaking Jacks heart. The he change into a loving man, a friend, and with that closeness, Jacks feelings brewed and bubbled until the measly crush it was before turned into the real thing.
And it was too much. He was kind of happy when the doctor before introduced him to Alonso. That meant he was saying goodbye, maybe for good, and the feeling in his chest would break wither and weaken until it was almost gone. But a love is never just gone, just forgotten. But when he and Alonso started going out, he got pushy. Always wanting to go places and pouting when they didn't. He was a good man to work with, but impossible when it came to relationships. The ache never went away, especially after he and Alonso broke up. It only worsened. Once he was lying in bed, almost asleep, when he opened his eyes a bit. And in the dark, the blanket was TARDIS blue. Jack just started crying, and crying, and crying. Sobbing, sniffling and shuddering from the intensity of the breakdown. He didn't stop for hours it felt and he woke up the next morning and cried more. He finally got himself together and was able to function, sort of, and slowly put it to the back of his mind after burning the blanket. He was just feeling normal again, after all of it, when the man that haunts his dreams fell out of the sky and smashed his car. And he was now cleaning his kitchen after the weirdest conversation he'd had in a long time, and the cutest boy he'd ever seen eating fish sticks and custard.
"I'm done." A voice murmured in the Captain's ear. Jack jumped and turned to see the same cute boy inches from his face, the urge to kiss those plump lips almost irresistible... almost.
He laid his head back and closed his eyes again.
"Good, now if you sleep, the room down the hall to your left is vacant. If not, don't destroy my house." Jack feigned to be asleep. The Doctor watched the man's chest rise and fall for several minutes before he laid his head on it. His hands roamed the man's torso and pulled him closer so he could lay his body on it. The doctor could sleep, but he didn't need it, but he wanted to so he did.
So! New account, new story... kinda new site... Any way, I have been writing fan fictions for a while and this is going to be the first one to be successfully completed. I love comments, and i welcome helpful criticism. If i spelled a word wrong or have some wrong information, just tell me and ill do my best to fix it. I am using Google as a word processor and I'm not sure if that checks for grammar or not. That's a funny word, grammar... Oh well! i should have another chapter ready in a few days. vous voir!