Title: A Matter of Trust
Chapter 02: Shameless
Characters/pairings: Nine/Jack/Rose
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/warnings: none
Disclaimer: Still not making money out of this. Characters are still belonging to RTD and the BBC.
Plot: From the end of The Doctor Dance and Boomtown, Jack and the Doctor went from hostile suspicion to reliable friendship, how did this happen?
Previous chapter summary: The Doctor did rescue Jack, but isn't feeling very comfortable about his new passenger. Jack is a bit puzzled by pretty much everything and Rose tries her best to get them to know each other.
Beta: imzadimylove
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Jack had slept like a log. It had been a while since last time he'd slept so well. He woke up still surprised to be there. The Tardis, the Doctor and even Rose didn't seem real, as if he'd fallen into a dreamland. Jack had seen a lot of thing in his not so short life. He may have looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties to Rose, when in fact he was already eighty or eighty-two, in fact he wasn't sure anymore. As a Second Generation Human his life expectancy was rather longer, and his ageing slower.
Over fifty years of travelling through time and space there was not much that could still impress him, however his hosts were really something out of your every day stuff. Starting with the Doctor; Rose said he was a Time Lord – Silly - What about an elf or a fairy? Okay he'd met fairy on Carpot that gave him the crap of if his life. He was definitely no more for fairytales.
And Rose? What about that twenty first century girl? What was she doing with this alien on this unbelievable ship? She was First Generation and couldn't be more than twenty, was she abducted? Was she the Doctor's mate? The Alien was clearly overprotective and almost possessive. As for her, she was undoubtedly under the Doctor's spell, but it didn't prevent her from flirting shamelessly with Jack. That would have been normal for someone coming from Jack's world, but not for a twenty first century girl like Rose. Was that a way to get to the Doctor, a way to tell him look at me I'm a women?
He stopped by the water wall, it was nice. How could the Doctor have guessed about him being from a sea planet? The Doctor was a strong telepath but so was he, and his mind was, as always, tightly locked; there was no way the Doctor had got that from him.
He went into the shower. It was water, not sonic as on his own ship. It felt fantastic. He missed the feeling of water on his skin. He didn't have much opportunity to enjoy showers while in London, the blitz wasn't the better period of history to have a long hot shower. He missed the ocean, missed plunging into salty water first thing in the morning, swimming as far and as deep as he could.
There was a swimming pool on board, a very appealing swimming pool. Everyone was probably still sleeping but he wasn't told not to wander on his own. And there was nothing wrong in having a little swim. He took a towel and walked to the pool. Gosh! It was salty water! Jack made a double salto out of sheer delight. The ocean was really his thing, and that's was one of the main reasons he'd chosen Ancient Mediterranean civilizations, because even though the Doctor didn't seem to believe him, he really was an archaeologist.
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Rose woke up fresh and lively as always after a good night's sleep aboard the Tardis. She went to knock on the Captain's room door wanting to ask him to join her for breakfast. She expected him to feel a bit lost on his first day; the Tardis was still very impressive even though the Captain was not Mickey, and nothing like the few other passengers who had crossed their path since she had begun travelling with the Doctor.
The Captain wasn't in his room. Rose had even checked the bathroom. No Captain at all. Yet, she didn't sleep late. She resumed to head on her own to the kitchen. While she walked by the swimming pool, she heard a splashing noise and found the Captain. Jack, completely naked, was swimming in the pool in a very porpoises way. The view was beautiful and breathtaking. At each stroke, his perfectly round and firm buttocks emerged from the water, only to disappear immediately.
The pool was larger than it used to be. That was the kind of thing that never bothered Rose anymore. The Tardis wasn't static; it could change to please its passenger. She stopped by the edge to watch Jack swim. He was awesome, giving off such sense of powerful strength; she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be in his arms, her naked body against his. Obviously, it was time for the Captain to acknowledge her presence as he couldn't wait until she regained her wits.
"Hi, feel like joining in?" he asked.
"Uh ... Actually, I was on my way to have breakfast," she answered a little too hastily.
"Great, I'm starving."
Before she had time to step back, he jumped out of the water in one leap. Good Lord; she got the full frontal, right under her nose.
"Hello," he said displaying a wide smile when he saw her embarrassment. "See anything you like?" he added with a mischievous grin while heading nonchalantly towards the towel waiting for him nearby.
He dried himself off, starting at his face not trying to hide anything as naturally as if she wasn't there watching. Because she was watching. She couldn't help but watch, bemused by the shameless display.
"Where are your clothes?" she suddenly asked not seeing anything looking like them anywhere nearby.
"Uh ... They would be in my room, why?"
"You just came like this?"
"Yes, why? Is there a problem?"
"You've never been arrested for indecent exposure during your stay on Earth?"
"Uh ... No, why?" he asked back, looking genuinely surprise by her concern.
"Forget it! Come on, we'll get you a change of clothes. You can't go on wearing that uniform anyway."
"If you say so."
Rose took him to the Tardis wardrobe. It was a room of its own or more some kind of outfits museum crowded with clothes from different times and places.
"Are you sure about this?" Jack asked completely taken aback by his surroundings.
Forgetting about the breakfast, Jack tried anything Rose would come up with, plus a few more just for the fun of it. They were having fun, playing like two big kids. He was her doll, a very compliant one, laughing and playful.
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Wondering what was going on and a bit worried the Doctor showed up to find Jack wearing a lovely dark sheath dress and high heels showcasing his perfectly shaped long legs. The Doctor gasped taken aback as much at the effect the view had on him as by the view itself. Jack granted him an impishly wide smile.
"What are you two up to?" the Doctor asked, trying to regain some composure.
"Well, initially we were looking for something more appropriate for Jack to wear," Rose replied, perfectly aware of how silly it sounded with Jack showing off his ridiculously tight little dress.
"I doubt this would be appropriate to wear on Remona," the Doctor replied blankly.
"Nope but in the Vegas Galaxy, I sure would have a lot of success," Jack replied with a mischievous grin.
"Perhaps Captain, but that's not our destination."
"Remona, you said? I think I saw something that should do," Jack said, taking his shoes of.
"I'll be on the bridge," the Doctor said, slipping away as quickly as possible. Upon leaving the room, however, he looked back and got a glimpse of Jack striping out of his dress. The Doctor took a deep breath and darted away.
The Tardis was purring, Rose was playing dress-up doll using the Captain as her doll and for just a sec he'd felt the urge to throw the Captain onto the pile of clothes discarded around him and take him right away. That wasn't like him, and he couldn't even blame it on the Kr'ttt pheromones; Time Lords were supposed to be immune.
However, this so-called Captain was not bound to stay long. The good thing was he wouldn't even need to push him towards the exit; the Captain would disappear on his own at the first opportunity. Jack was an opportunist, the kind of guy who loves money and a merry and easy-life, unable to get involved or interested in others. Rose would soon realize it.
Yet a little voice reminded him that this guy, as petty and selfish or carefree as he looked, had risked his life, thwarted a bomb with Rose's and his name printed on it. Right, it was still Jack's fault to begin with, if he and Rose had been in the crosshairs of this bomb. Of course, Jack could very well have left and abandoned them to their fate, but in this case, humanity would have perished with them long before his birth, and the time traveller Jack was, knew very well what it would have meant for him.
Right Jack didn't find much favour in the Time Lord's mind, and it was not the way his incredible legs and his nice little arse had awakened a part of his body the Doctor had nearly forget about that was bound to make it better.
To be continued.