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donutsweeper) wrote2007-11-04 06:40 am
donutsweeper) wrote2007-11-04 06:40 am
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Opening The Door
Title: Opening The Door/ The fourth in 'The Old Man' universe
Pairing/Rating/Warning: Jack/Doctor, rated R, series contains spoilers for "Utopia"
Word Count: 796
Summary: The Doctor ponders how to correct the terrible mistake he made with Jack
Beta:unfeathered
Part One: After years apart, the Doctor finds Jack broken in both body and in spirit.
Part Two: The Doctor tries to help Jack through blissfire withdrawal.
Part Three: Things seem to be going better for Jack, until the Doctor reads the signals wrong.
Part Four:
The Doctor sat on the floor staring at the door across the hall. All he had to was get up and open it. Get up and open it and enter the medical bay. Get up, open the door, enter the medical bay and face Jack. Get up, open the door, enter the medical bay and face what he did to Jack.
It had only taken one day. Less than a day actually. Less than one day to find someone so broken and beaten down by the universe that they thought there was no hope, no way out- then to show them a glimmer of hope, that light at the end of the tunnel- and then turn that glimmer into the light of an oncoming train. How could so much have gone wrong in just one day?
He’d always made fun of those tiny little human brains; he’d always believed he was so superior to them in all ways that mattered. Was he? Was he really? After what he’d done today he had to wonder.
When the TARDIS brought him here he’d dismissed it as a lark; no one in their right mind would come to this backwater dump on purpose. Only to find out that at some point in time, Jack had. Why? He still had no idea, and he certainly couldn’t ask. Not now. Definitely not now. He couldn’t ask anything now. He couldn’t ask about the family Jack had lost, or what Jack had been doing all these years.
In fact he didn’t want to ask Jack about anything, that would mean going in there. Going in there would involve facing him and he wasn’t quite sure he could do that. At least by himself. He could go back to town and fetch Gunther or Nell from the tavern, they would certainly know how to deal with Jack at less than his best. But, then he’d have to admit how badly he’d screwed things up. They thought he was merely a friendly doctor, of the lowercase variety, who was willing to help their friend due to altruistic motives. He hadn’t told them of his history with Jack, and he’d assumed Jack hadn’t wanted them to know, especially considering he’d never even told them his true name, or the name he’d been using since the London Blitz anyway.
And he wasn’t sure he could, or even should, leave Jack alone in the TARDIS. If he did, there’d be the chance Jack could slip out and return to both his former line of work and the drugs. That was something the Doctor couldn’t risk. Jack hadn’t had a dose of blissfire in over a day and the withdrawal symptoms were to a point that they were controllable and he wasn’t going to take the chance that his stupid actions would cause Jack to relapse. He rubbed his face over and over, trying to rid his mind of the image of the rumpled heap Jack had been when he first spotted him and trying not to think about what the medical scans had shown him, or the way Jack had been lying on the bed before he’d fled the room.
What had possessed him to act so irresponsibly? Why couldn’t he have thought of the consequences of his actions? Damn it! One hug from Jack, one little kiss and he was foolish enough to think things were all back to normal? That it was enough to wipe away years of prostitution? Of abuse? Jack had told him, over and over again, that he was a changed man. Why had he refused to see it? How could he have missed it?
And how could he fix what he’d done?
Could he fix what he’d done?
Maybe he should have the TARDIS leave this planet. They could take to the time vortex. With all of time and space to choose from there had to be someone that could help Jack, do a better job than he’d done. Martha would seem like a logical choice, perhaps in her later years, when she was a well respected doctor, the kind of the medical persuasion. But there was that pesky problem of crossing timelines. She and Jack lived through that part of the twenty-first century together and there would be the risk of running into the Jack of then with the Jack of now. There was also the minor issue that neither version of Jack would want Martha to see him like this.
No. Martha wasn’t an option. For so many reasons.
Really, the only option was him. He couldn’t foist the problem he’d created off on anyone else. He could fix this. With new found determination he walked over to the medical bay door, ready to face what he’d find inside.
Pairing/Rating/Warning: Jack/Doctor, rated R, series contains spoilers for "Utopia"
Word Count: 796
Summary: The Doctor ponders how to correct the terrible mistake he made with Jack
Beta:
unfeatheredPart One: After years apart, the Doctor finds Jack broken in both body and in spirit.
Part Two: The Doctor tries to help Jack through blissfire withdrawal.
Part Three: Things seem to be going better for Jack, until the Doctor reads the signals wrong.
Part Four:
The Doctor sat on the floor staring at the door across the hall. All he had to was get up and open it. Get up and open it and enter the medical bay. Get up, open the door, enter the medical bay and face Jack. Get up, open the door, enter the medical bay and face what he did to Jack.
It had only taken one day. Less than a day actually. Less than one day to find someone so broken and beaten down by the universe that they thought there was no hope, no way out- then to show them a glimmer of hope, that light at the end of the tunnel- and then turn that glimmer into the light of an oncoming train. How could so much have gone wrong in just one day?
He’d always made fun of those tiny little human brains; he’d always believed he was so superior to them in all ways that mattered. Was he? Was he really? After what he’d done today he had to wonder.
When the TARDIS brought him here he’d dismissed it as a lark; no one in their right mind would come to this backwater dump on purpose. Only to find out that at some point in time, Jack had. Why? He still had no idea, and he certainly couldn’t ask. Not now. Definitely not now. He couldn’t ask anything now. He couldn’t ask about the family Jack had lost, or what Jack had been doing all these years.
In fact he didn’t want to ask Jack about anything, that would mean going in there. Going in there would involve facing him and he wasn’t quite sure he could do that. At least by himself. He could go back to town and fetch Gunther or Nell from the tavern, they would certainly know how to deal with Jack at less than his best. But, then he’d have to admit how badly he’d screwed things up. They thought he was merely a friendly doctor, of the lowercase variety, who was willing to help their friend due to altruistic motives. He hadn’t told them of his history with Jack, and he’d assumed Jack hadn’t wanted them to know, especially considering he’d never even told them his true name, or the name he’d been using since the London Blitz anyway.
And he wasn’t sure he could, or even should, leave Jack alone in the TARDIS. If he did, there’d be the chance Jack could slip out and return to both his former line of work and the drugs. That was something the Doctor couldn’t risk. Jack hadn’t had a dose of blissfire in over a day and the withdrawal symptoms were to a point that they were controllable and he wasn’t going to take the chance that his stupid actions would cause Jack to relapse. He rubbed his face over and over, trying to rid his mind of the image of the rumpled heap Jack had been when he first spotted him and trying not to think about what the medical scans had shown him, or the way Jack had been lying on the bed before he’d fled the room.
What had possessed him to act so irresponsibly? Why couldn’t he have thought of the consequences of his actions? Damn it! One hug from Jack, one little kiss and he was foolish enough to think things were all back to normal? That it was enough to wipe away years of prostitution? Of abuse? Jack had told him, over and over again, that he was a changed man. Why had he refused to see it? How could he have missed it?
And how could he fix what he’d done?
Could he fix what he’d done?
Maybe he should have the TARDIS leave this planet. They could take to the time vortex. With all of time and space to choose from there had to be someone that could help Jack, do a better job than he’d done. Martha would seem like a logical choice, perhaps in her later years, when she was a well respected doctor, the kind of the medical persuasion. But there was that pesky problem of crossing timelines. She and Jack lived through that part of the twenty-first century together and there would be the risk of running into the Jack of then with the Jack of now. There was also the minor issue that neither version of Jack would want Martha to see him like this.
No. Martha wasn’t an option. For so many reasons.
Really, the only option was him. He couldn’t foist the problem he’d created off on anyone else. He could fix this. With new found determination he walked over to the medical bay door, ready to face what he’d find inside.
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