neverwouldiever | Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and other Sounds

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and other Sounds

The adventures of John Hart and Jack Harkness, sometimes guest-starring the Doctor.

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Doctor and John
Jack and John
Doctor and Jack

The Doctor glanced at John Hart, apparently the time agent's name. They hadn't had much time to talk after he'd decided he needed a break and to confer with Jack, so he hadn't gotten much information out of him, whether false or true. But he trusted Jack.

Up to a point, at least. He had scrambled with John's vortex manipulator, he had handcuffed him, since Jack said he should be restrained and he had tried to think of better options than dropping the man off with Jack, but came up short. Whatever, he couldn't protect Jack from his own demons. Actually, judging by their history together, there was precious little he ever managed to protect Jack from. Why the man remained loyal to a fault he'd never comprehend. He had failed him, just as he kept failing many during this regeneration.

But there they were. The Doctor picked John up and dragged him to the TARDIS door, glancing at the monitor to check whether Jack was was waiting already before stepping outside.

You devious little prick.

You're not half as funny as you think you are.

The Doctor was sure he had the coordinates just right. That was the thing with Jack, his state of being a constant actually made him stick out like a sore thumb, so to say, wherever he was across time and space. Vexing sometimes, like an itch at the back of his head, yet at the same time reassuring. A mix of emotions, like so many things about Jack.

He materialized right around him this time, not looking away from the console as he moved around it, pushing buttons and pulling levers. Jack was on board, that's what mattered, and so he was already explaining himself. At least it counted as an explanation in his eyes.

"There's something for you to do. Requires a delicate touch and a very special skill-set, namely this non-dying thing you do. The year's ten thousand six hundred seventy-two, there's this factory that turns waste of all kind into oxygen. It's beautiful, really, taking things apart on a subatomic level and... Well, just imagine a giant air purifier, right? Got that?" He paused to reach for his ear, tugging on his earlobe. "Well, it's nothing like that, but you got the gist. Anyway, there are several planets depending on it and it's about to blow up. I'd go in, but the radiation damage would kill me before I could fix anything, so I thought to myself, who do I know that can't die? Jack!"

Finally he bothered to actually look up, offering Jack an admittedly brilliant smile. "Hey!"

How much do I have to pay you to fix this thing then?

I'll bargain with you. What do you want?

Just out of curiosity... Do you happen to have any medicine adapted to your, 51st century biology? I mean, I know you don't get sick, I was just wondering. No reason. Absolutely no reason.

Well that was fun. The Doctor said he'd take him on a trip, one special trip, and John being the idiot he was agreed because hell, his ship was missing, his wrist strap didn't work and he was hoping the Doctor's idea of a fun trip was somewhere with a bar or a strip joint. Nope, apparently the Doctor liked danger which, okay, sure. That was fun.

But dangerous quarantine that could kill him? Eh, not the good kind of danger. The bad kind. The deadly horrible kind.

It was a wonderful moment when they were finally heading back to the TARDIS. Two hours of standing around a dying planet with people keeling over every five minutes while the Doctor found a cure. Which was impressive, really, if you were into that kind of thing. Personally John would of charged for the cure but oh well, couldn't complain.

They were leaving, that was the important part. "That was a waste of time. I mean really, people enjoy this? Travelling with you. Cause I can't see why. First Daleks, now disease."

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Arriving at Torchwood

Message to the Doctor.

Adventure Time!