Not The Doctor. (Complete).
Beta'ed by the superb and wonderful oldweirdme off Time and ChipsThanks mate, this was superb. And I was left with a blue-ink feeling (top of the world!). Your comments were exceedingly helpful!
A 9/Rose post PotW fic. No, really, I have got that right. Ever wondered if Rose was right? Contains spoilers for the Children In Need Special. What if he wasn't the Doctor after all?
Prologue.
Jack stared in despair as the TARDIS dematerialised. He turned, fuming with anger, annoyance, sadness, loneliness and desolation. He pulled back his arm. Pulled his fingers into a fist. Punched the wall, hard. Pain joined the destructive mix.
He sank to the ground and sat there, not crying because Captain Jack Harkness did not cry; not thinking because he would end up thinking about them; not wondering if they'd come back because he would be lost if he gave himself false hope.
He stayed like that for a few minutes, numb. Then, old habit returning, he stood and schooled his expression. If they were dead, he'd join them eventually. If they were living and returned for him, he'd go back. If they'd left him here, he'd make his own way. The pieces of his heart now shielded in comforting walls, he practiced a grin. Well, that seemed to be working OK.
For an experienced Time Agent, it was a simple matter to rig up a communication device and send a message to Earth requesting aid. He invented a quick story to make them happy and quickly checked his memory of this time period. He couldn't quite remember when time travel had been invented, but it was probably not looking good for him. Oh well, something would turn up.
Something did indeed turn up the very next day. Late morning (according to the few working computers) an official-looking ship docked, and he was greeted by a rescue team.
"Boy am I glad to see you!" Jack joked, turning to lead them upstairs to start their investigation. As he stepped forwards, he turned, startled, at a small, strange noise, turning to face them just in time for the dart to hit him full on in the chest. His last sight as grey overtook his vision was of a man with green eyes stepping forwards and nodding. Then he was gone.