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donutsweeper) wrote2008-02-01 04:39 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-02-01 04:39 pm
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Consequences
Title: Consequences/ The fifth in 'The Old Man' universe
Pairing/Rating/Warning: Jack/Doctor, rated R (for content including dub-con), series contains spoilers for "Utopia"
Word Count: 1120
Beta:unfeathered *hugs*
Summary: The Doctor ponders how to correct the terrible mistake he made with Jack
Author's note: Previous parts of the series are: The Old Man, Facing Truths, A Diamond in the Rough, and Opening the Door
The story so far: Ten discovered Jack working as a prostitute as a way to earn doses of the drug blissfire. Jack was in terrible shape, physically from the drugs and the abuse from his ‘clients’ and mentally from having lost many loved ones. He had withdrawn to the point that his closest friends - a family he had known for generations - didn’t have a name to call him other than ‘Old Man.’ The Doctor promised to help Jack, brought him back to the TARDIS and saw him through the worst of the blissfire withdrawal before he misinterpreted Jack’s emotional hug for something more than it was intended. Although Jack did not fight against the resulting sex, the Doctor realized that Jack hadn’t wanted or enjoyed it and fled the TARDIS’s medical bay in horror of what he’d done. After some soul searching the Doctor was ready to face Jack again....
Pairing/Rating/Warning: Jack/Doctor, rated R (for content including dub-con), series contains spoilers for "Utopia"
Word Count: 1120
Beta:
unfeathered *hugs*Summary: The Doctor ponders how to correct the terrible mistake he made with Jack
Author's note: Previous parts of the series are: The Old Man, Facing Truths, A Diamond in the Rough, and Opening the Door
The story so far: Ten discovered Jack working as a prostitute as a way to earn doses of the drug blissfire. Jack was in terrible shape, physically from the drugs and the abuse from his ‘clients’ and mentally from having lost many loved ones. He had withdrawn to the point that his closest friends - a family he had known for generations - didn’t have a name to call him other than ‘Old Man.’ The Doctor promised to help Jack, brought him back to the TARDIS and saw him through the worst of the blissfire withdrawal before he misinterpreted Jack’s emotional hug for something more than it was intended. Although Jack did not fight against the resulting sex, the Doctor realized that Jack hadn’t wanted or enjoyed it and fled the TARDIS’s medical bay in horror of what he’d done. After some soul searching the Doctor was ready to face Jack again....
“Jack?” He called out hesitantly, absolutely unsure in what he would find as he pushed the door open.
Things looked... normal. There was no sign that anything had happened. The bed had been remade. Jack had cleaned himself up. He was standing there in the center of the room, his ripped shirt bunched together in his fist and a blank look on his face. “Doctor,” he said, his voice sounding hollow. “You came back.”
The Doctor stood in the doorway, uncertain about entering, but either unwilling or unable to leave. “Where else would I be?”
Jack responded with a dry, empty laugh. “Well, since you got what you came for I wasn't sure you'd bother returning for anything more.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, the Doctor looked up, trying to catch Jack's eye. “I came for you. Not for...” he gestured helplessly at the bed, “not for that. I hadn't intended us to, what I mean is I never planned...” In a rush, the Doctor swept into the room. “We shouldn't have done that. I should not have done that to you.”
“You took what you wanted. There's nothing wrong with that; you of all people should get what you want out of life.” Jack's tone was icy. He straightened, slowly and deliberately; holding himself tightly. He raised his head and squared his shoulders. “I followed you to the TARDIS like a lost little puppy, pathetic and weak. I should have assumed this was more about what you needed than what I did. But with the blissfire my mind was so confused. I ff..forgot that being with you was never easy, never without a price.”
“Jack, no!” The Doctor reached out to grab the other man's shoulder, but Jack skittered back and out of his grasp.
“All those promises - getting me a new greatcoat to wear, and how you promised me a visit to the weapons factory at Villengard, and the way you talked about recreating our night in Japan - how much of that did you mean?” As he spoke Jack was moving, practically hugging the walls, but slowly inching his way toward the medical bay door. “It's okay though, really. Maybe it was for the best. The lies worked, I'm off the blissfire now.”
“They weren't lies.” The Doctor shook his head, how had everything gone so badly, so quickly? “I wanted you to come with me, not just to get you healed up, but to give you the life you deserve. The life I should have given you all those years ago...”
“When you ran from me? From what I'd become?” Jack shook his head sadly. “No. Nn...never mind. It doesn't matter now. Really. It doesn't.” Although his voice was slightly unsteady, there was a strength behind his words that hadn't been present before. “I'm leaving now. I'll take some of those anti-nausea patches with me, and maybe one or two for pain just in case. But other than that I'll be fine. Well, enough so there’s nothing for you to worry about, anyway. Gunther and Nell will let me stay with them in the tavern; I can go back to working there like I did before, well, before. Magiot will try, but I won't go back there.” Jack picked up his satchel and hugged it to his chest. “I may not have much, but I am not going to let you take anything more from me.”
Jack had never talked to the Doctor with that tone of voice before, impersonal and stilted, almost cold. Hearing it hurt, like a knife in the gut. “Jack, please. Don't leave. Not like this.” He nervously began rubbing the back of his neck again. His eyes darted around the room before landing on the empty coffee cup. “At least let me make you some more coffee before you go. Just coffee. Nothing more. We don't even have to talk unless you want to. Please?”
“I appreciate you seeing me through the blissfire withdrawal, Doctor. But I don't want to go back to being your pet soldier - good enough for protecting your ass in battle or presenting mine in bed. I've seen enough of death, destruction and prostitution to last a lifetime.” He began to laugh. “Come on, it's funny. A lifetime. My lifetime?” And then he was laughing so hard he was practically crying. Jack leaned up against the wall, needing its support as his body was racked by the laughter.
“Jack?” The Doctor slowly approached the other man. Jack’s laughter continued, growing louder and more manic. It was out of control, his breathing reduced to wheezy gasps. “You’re scaring me a bit here.” He reached out, hesitating a bit, before cupping Jack’s chin in his hand. “Jack. Please, it was funny, but not this funny. You need to try to take deeper breaths.” There was a blue tinge creeping into Jack’s lips and his face had turned a chalky white. With his other hand he began to stroke Jack’s hair. “Breathe, Jack. Just breathe.” He kept a hold of Jack’s chin, staring into the desperation and panic present in Jack’s eyes. It was only the Doctor’s grip on his chin that had prevented Jack from sinking to the floor. “I’ve got you Jack, I won’t let you fall,” he murmured, “just breathe. Breathe for me, Jack.”
He continued to run his other hand soothingly through Jack’s, and eventually the uncontrolled laughter intermingled with racking sobs. As tears leaked out his eyes he began to breathe deeper. Slowly some color returned to his face as the emotional storm within him ceased. Jack ran a hand roughly over his face, erasing the evidence of tears. Once composed, Jack straightened up and slipped out from the Doctor’s hold. He was still leaning against the wall, but no longer needed the Doctor’s support to keep him upright.
“Now, you probably could use a little time to pull yourself together,” the Doctor said, keeping his tone even. “I’m sure you want to be at your best when you see Gunther and Nell again. How about you take a minute or two while I prepare that coffee I promised you?”
Jack looked away, his eyes scanning the room before they settled on the floor. He hugged his things tightly for a moment going through some sort of internal debate. With a quick nod he replied, “Fine, coffee. But, just coffee. Then I leave.”
“If that’s what you want, that’s fine. One freshly made coffee, coming up.” The Doctor headed to the door, but paused halfway there. “Thank you for giving me this second chance, Jack.”
Already on his way out, he missed the slight head shake Jack gave in response as the door swept closed.
Things looked... normal. There was no sign that anything had happened. The bed had been remade. Jack had cleaned himself up. He was standing there in the center of the room, his ripped shirt bunched together in his fist and a blank look on his face. “Doctor,” he said, his voice sounding hollow. “You came back.”
The Doctor stood in the doorway, uncertain about entering, but either unwilling or unable to leave. “Where else would I be?”
Jack responded with a dry, empty laugh. “Well, since you got what you came for I wasn't sure you'd bother returning for anything more.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, the Doctor looked up, trying to catch Jack's eye. “I came for you. Not for...” he gestured helplessly at the bed, “not for that. I hadn't intended us to, what I mean is I never planned...” In a rush, the Doctor swept into the room. “We shouldn't have done that. I should not have done that to you.”
“You took what you wanted. There's nothing wrong with that; you of all people should get what you want out of life.” Jack's tone was icy. He straightened, slowly and deliberately; holding himself tightly. He raised his head and squared his shoulders. “I followed you to the TARDIS like a lost little puppy, pathetic and weak. I should have assumed this was more about what you needed than what I did. But with the blissfire my mind was so confused. I ff..forgot that being with you was never easy, never without a price.”
“Jack, no!” The Doctor reached out to grab the other man's shoulder, but Jack skittered back and out of his grasp.
“All those promises - getting me a new greatcoat to wear, and how you promised me a visit to the weapons factory at Villengard, and the way you talked about recreating our night in Japan - how much of that did you mean?” As he spoke Jack was moving, practically hugging the walls, but slowly inching his way toward the medical bay door. “It's okay though, really. Maybe it was for the best. The lies worked, I'm off the blissfire now.”
“They weren't lies.” The Doctor shook his head, how had everything gone so badly, so quickly? “I wanted you to come with me, not just to get you healed up, but to give you the life you deserve. The life I should have given you all those years ago...”
“When you ran from me? From what I'd become?” Jack shook his head sadly. “No. Nn...never mind. It doesn't matter now. Really. It doesn't.” Although his voice was slightly unsteady, there was a strength behind his words that hadn't been present before. “I'm leaving now. I'll take some of those anti-nausea patches with me, and maybe one or two for pain just in case. But other than that I'll be fine. Well, enough so there’s nothing for you to worry about, anyway. Gunther and Nell will let me stay with them in the tavern; I can go back to working there like I did before, well, before. Magiot will try, but I won't go back there.” Jack picked up his satchel and hugged it to his chest. “I may not have much, but I am not going to let you take anything more from me.”
Jack had never talked to the Doctor with that tone of voice before, impersonal and stilted, almost cold. Hearing it hurt, like a knife in the gut. “Jack, please. Don't leave. Not like this.” He nervously began rubbing the back of his neck again. His eyes darted around the room before landing on the empty coffee cup. “At least let me make you some more coffee before you go. Just coffee. Nothing more. We don't even have to talk unless you want to. Please?”
“I appreciate you seeing me through the blissfire withdrawal, Doctor. But I don't want to go back to being your pet soldier - good enough for protecting your ass in battle or presenting mine in bed. I've seen enough of death, destruction and prostitution to last a lifetime.” He began to laugh. “Come on, it's funny. A lifetime. My lifetime?” And then he was laughing so hard he was practically crying. Jack leaned up against the wall, needing its support as his body was racked by the laughter.
“Jack?” The Doctor slowly approached the other man. Jack’s laughter continued, growing louder and more manic. It was out of control, his breathing reduced to wheezy gasps. “You’re scaring me a bit here.” He reached out, hesitating a bit, before cupping Jack’s chin in his hand. “Jack. Please, it was funny, but not this funny. You need to try to take deeper breaths.” There was a blue tinge creeping into Jack’s lips and his face had turned a chalky white. With his other hand he began to stroke Jack’s hair. “Breathe, Jack. Just breathe.” He kept a hold of Jack’s chin, staring into the desperation and panic present in Jack’s eyes. It was only the Doctor’s grip on his chin that had prevented Jack from sinking to the floor. “I’ve got you Jack, I won’t let you fall,” he murmured, “just breathe. Breathe for me, Jack.”
He continued to run his other hand soothingly through Jack’s, and eventually the uncontrolled laughter intermingled with racking sobs. As tears leaked out his eyes he began to breathe deeper. Slowly some color returned to his face as the emotional storm within him ceased. Jack ran a hand roughly over his face, erasing the evidence of tears. Once composed, Jack straightened up and slipped out from the Doctor’s hold. He was still leaning against the wall, but no longer needed the Doctor’s support to keep him upright.
“Now, you probably could use a little time to pull yourself together,” the Doctor said, keeping his tone even. “I’m sure you want to be at your best when you see Gunther and Nell again. How about you take a minute or two while I prepare that coffee I promised you?”
Jack looked away, his eyes scanning the room before they settled on the floor. He hugged his things tightly for a moment going through some sort of internal debate. With a quick nod he replied, “Fine, coffee. But, just coffee. Then I leave.”
“If that’s what you want, that’s fine. One freshly made coffee, coming up.” The Doctor headed to the door, but paused halfway there. “Thank you for giving me this second chance, Jack.”
Already on his way out, he missed the slight head shake Jack gave in response as the door swept closed.
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I think I love you!
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That is some quality pain.
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This line broke my heart: But I don't want to go back to being your pet soldier - good enough for protecting your ass in battle or presenting mine in bed.
Thank you for the amazing update!
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Eagerly (and I really do mean eagerly) awaiting the next installment, I'm sure it'll be great, and hopefully not too far away?
*angelic smile*
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But I don't want to go back to being your pet soldier - good enough for protecting your ass in battle or presenting mine in bed
Oh Jack!
Bloody Doctor *growls at Ten*
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Every time I listen to Goo Goo Dolls' 'Broadway' I think of this fic because of this lyric:
See the young man sittin' in the old man's bar
Waitin' for his turn to die
I know it's not *right* but it *feels* right.
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But can I say, the fact a song makes you think of a fic of mine gives me a wonderful feeling?
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