Greetings again! Sorry for the late update but my life has been life-y. So yeah...there you go.
I thought I'd better clear something up for yall and that's that this story (for Capt. Jack) is taking place sometime after Martha but before he officially meets Donna in the TV show. (I realize that this sounds really confusing so it's probably helping no one out there but I just thought it might be important and I can't think of any other way to say it.)
Anywho, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own BBC Sherlock or BBC Doctor Who
Capt. Jack Harkness honestly hadn't meant to go on a date with a woman who was only interested in his money and he hadn't meant to get murdered. He really hadn't. He also hadn't meant to meet up with her several times after their first "date". This all boiled down to his getting shot again…and again, and again, and again to be completely unintentional. So when he saw the story on the front page of every single newspaper in London he tried to lay low. He really did! Well, I saw really but I mean for the most part…well, he was definitely cautious…well, most of the time…well, I say most…well, actually he was rather enjoying the whole adventure. So now here he was, pacing down the sidewalk without a care in the world. He nodded his head at a group of young teens (whether the nod was to a boy or a girl I haven't the faintest idea). As he strolled he saw a black car pull up and stop just a few yards from where he was standing. Out of the said car came a very tall, pale man who looked like he was on the verge of being sick.
The man leaned against the car and said something to someone inside. Jack leaned closer in order to hear what was being said,
"Yes, I'll call you with any developments." The man outside the car said. Whoever was inside was too quiet to be heard. The tall man continued, "Good-bye, brother mine, I'll see you around I guess." With that the tall man slammed the car door closed before turning down the street and walking briskly away. Capt. Harkness decided to trail him; he had a feeling that something here was out of place, or worse, out of time. The tall man's black curls bounced with his every step and he hands were burrowed deep into his trench coat pockets; he walked without seeming to know where he was going, people sidestepped him in an attitude that showed they were fairly familiar with this man's unusual habits. Even Jack swore to himself that he had seen this man somewhere before. Suddenly, a woman came dashing across the street. A car blared its horn, but she took no notice. She made a bee-line to the man in the trench coat.
"Mr. Holmes?" She gasped out of breath. Her breath created a cloud of steam in the fall air. The man made no acknowledgement that the woman next to him even existed. She tried again, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes? I'm writing a story on the multiple homicides concerning the same blood at all the crime scenes; could you give me some information on it? I heard you were working the case, is that true?"
The man stopped and looked at the woman, his eyes sweeping over her. He was reading her like a book. The woman shifted uncomfortably under that steel gaze. Sherlock returned his gaze to her eyes,
"No questions, please. I'm not allowed to disclose information without the permission of Scotland Yard." He then turned and paced away, leaving the woman staring after him.
So, Jack was tailing the famous Sherlock Holmes? He had seen the guy in pictures on the newspaper, but he thought that the man had only been called Sherlock Holmes because of his detective skills. After all, Sherlock Holmes was one of the best known characters in all of history, but he was fictional. The great works by Sir Arthur Doyle were famous throughout all of space…or they would be…in the future. But then who was this man?
Jack would've gladly found out if he hadn't seen a flash of brown out of the corner of his eye. If he hadn't heard the frantic, "Excuse me, pardon, coming through!" followed by the pound of feet. Yes, if Jack hadn't noticed the converse slapping against the pavement or felt the wind as an extremely skinny man dashed by him, Jack would've found out everything about Sherlock Holmes; but, for now, he had a Time Lord to catch.
With a jerk, the captain had switched his direction and began to dash past people and signs, cars and bikes, houses and shops. Always keeping the Doctor in sight he plunged successfully around people texting. "Doctor!" He hollered above the din of the bustling street, "Doctor!"
The man stopped and turned around his brown eyes bulging as he peered through the crowd. His brainy glasses perched on the end of his nose and he pulled one eyebrow down; his mouth hung slightly open as he spun around several times. Donna pulled up next to him,
"What are we waiting for?" She panted. The Doctor stood on his toes and arched his neck,
"I thought I heard someone calling me." He breathed as he attempted to be taller than the crowd again. Donna pointed,
"There's a man running towards us." She said. The Doctor followed her finger,
"Oh, no." He breathed as the man, who seemed unable to stop in time, crashed headlong into the time-traveler. Donna's eyes widened as she looked, speechless and unmoving at the two men on the ground.
The Doctor groaned, "Get off! Oh, goodness! Have you been putting on weight lately?!"
"It's nice to see you too." The other man smiled as he climbed to his feet and helped the Doctor to regain his footing. Donna blinked,
"What." She said as she looked from one to the other. The Doctor looked at her and realization suddenly hit his face,
"Oh! Donna, this is Jack. Jack this is Donna. Don't touch her or talk to her." The Doctor looked pointedly at Harkness. Donna and Jack exchanged glances. Then the American turned to the Gallifreyan,
"I'm not allowed to talk to people now?" He asked with a cheeky grin. The Doctor ignored his only male companion at the point and began to mess with the device in his hands.
"Now, I can set it to ignore Jack's existence. I was wondering what was interfering with it…" The Doctor faded into silence as began to slowly turn in a circle, the Timey-Wimey detector pointed outward. Then the alien frowned and shook the hodgepodge of parts before bringing it up to his ear. "It's picking up something…something small. No, wait, two small somethings! And we all know what two small somethings mean."
"We do?" Donna asked, glancing at Jack. Jack smiled kindly,
"It means one big thing." He supplied.
"Exactly!" The Doctor said, "And Jack, I told you not to talk to Donna. Oh, oh hang on a minute!" He said as he switched a few objects and sonic the device. "One of the things is growing…slowly, but it's growing. Like it's learning, gaining power…"
"What are we gonna do about that?" Donna asked with some alarm in her voice. She was starting to get that feeling in her stomach: the feeling where you're all warm inside and can't wait to do whatever but at the same time you can feel that whatever's going to happen might not necessarily be a good thing. Jack straightened his trench coat and hat, preparing himself for whatever duty was required of him.
"We go and find it." The Doctor said in a soft voice, still staring at his detector as he began to weave his way through the crowd of people, letting the frequent "ding" be his guide.
There will be more from John's pov really soon and then we find out about the thing and the other thing! :D
~SimmonsButterflys