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fajrdrakoTitle: Companionship
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Characters: Jack, Sarah Jane Smith
Challenge: Way back in May I accepted a challenge from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neadods to write a 'first kiss' scene between Captain Jack Harkness and Sarah Jane Smith. I did not forget. I was not even slow to start working on it, as I loved the idea. But I wrote one scenario after another and discarded them as inadequate or unconvincing. It proved to be extraordinarily difficult. Here at last is a version I like enough to post.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, no claims, all property of the BBC.
Notes: Spoilers for Doctor Who episode "The Last of the Time Lords", with a fleeting reference to "School Reunion". Cross-posted to galactic_conman and dwfiction.
Companionship
From the very beginning, Sarah Jane Smith did not trust Captain Jack Harkness. He'd come sailing out of nowhere, appearing on her doorstep with a smile full of promises and a mouth full of lies.
Clearly he knew some things about the Doctor. He'd met Rose, yes, that she could believe. He'd been on the TARDIS, obviously; his information was too good to have been acquired any other way. Beyond that, she believed nothing. There were too many things he didn't say, or couldn't, or wouldn't. He'd met the Doctor - that didn't necessarily make him any kind of a friend of the Doctor, least of all a friend of hers.
She did some research on him, and came up with an inescapable fact: there were no records of any American named Captain Jack Harkness being in the UK since 1941. He was false as a Titanian brisket, this Captain, and she intended to keep her eye on him.
His organization, Torchwood, was even worse. It seemed everyone with any actual power knew about Torchwood, but no one knew the important details. The whole institution looked like a powder keg. She had a good talk with UNIT; they were suspicious of Torchwood, too. "Weaponry no one should have," they said, and "too much power, too little accountability". It seems Queen Victoria set up Torchwood under suspicious circumstances, to guard the world against alien threats in general and the Doctor in particular.
This was an expose waiting to be written, even if it was another article that should never see the light of day. Since Torchwood under Harkness seemed to pose no immediate threat, and the rest had disappeared with the Battle of Canary Wharf, she let it go for the sake of more immediate matters. When Captain Jack again turned up on her doorstep, she told him to go away and not come back.
One day, more than a year after the Battle of Canary Wharf, he broke the silence. She received a telephone call from Captain Jack Harkness.
"I've seen him," he said, without preamble. "I have news. Do you want to hear?"
There was only one person he could be talking about. She shouldn't listen. It might be a lie. But she'd had no word for so very long, not since the Krillitanes had invaded that school. She said, "Very well. Come to my place."
"On my way," he said, and disconnected. It was probably literally true: he no doubt rang her from his car. She put the kettle on for tea, and tried not to pace in anticipation. Luke was off somewhere with Maria, and she was glad - she wasn't sure how to explain Captain Jack to Luke. She wouldn't lie about him, of course, she didn't lie to Luke. But she didn't much want to talk about the mysterious Captain, either.
When Jack tapped on her door twenty minutes later, Sarah Jane had already finished half of her own cup of tea. His smile was as she remembered. She ignored it. "Come in," she said. "Care for some tea?" She hoped she managed to sound sufficiently casual. Friendly but not gullible. Businesslike.
"I'd rather a glass of water," he said, and she got it for him. They sat in her living room, with Jack in the large, comfortable chair, while she sat on the sofa. He said, "The TARDIS came to Cardiff to refuel. I hitched a ride. On the outside."
As he continued, she saw how absurd it was, like all his stories. A severed hand, as some sort of Doctor alert? Riding the time vortex hanging onto the outside the of TARDIS - what was he, Spider-Man? Going to the end of time? Searching for Utopia? Well, that all sounded like the Doctor, right enough, he was always into wild extremes, and seemed to be more so inclined as time went on. Not that time ever just 'went on' for the Doctor.
Captain Jack's story got more and more outrageous. Meeting another Time Lord at the end of time, one who'd lost his memory, who turned out to be a friend of the Doctor, but insane and power-hungry. Harold Saxon and Archangel. Toclafanes and warfare. A year that never was, of imprisonment, enslavement and resistance. Martha Jones, saviour of mankind. Deceptions, tricks of the mind, and psychic magic.
Sarah Jane listened to him without interruption. "Quite a story," she said, mildly, when he stopped.
"Yes."
"If I didn't know him, I wouldn't believe any of it."
"But you know him."
"I was looking into the disappearance of Harold Saxon."
"Oh?"
"And the way he popped up a couple of years ago. He was almost as mysterious as you."
Jack smiled at that. "No one is as mysterious as me."
"...But your ego is bigger."
"Not just my ego," he murmured, but she pretended not to have heard him.
She tried to picture the scene he described. The gunshot, the woman in red. The Doctor in tears. "He loved him?"
"The Master was the only other living Time Lord. The Doctor wanted to save him. It was his last chance... He couldn't save the others, back in the Time War. He thought he could maybe save this one. Just this one."
"Chivalrous nonsense," she snapped, and found herself on the verge of tears herself.
"Not nonsense. It's what he is. It's why we love him."
She looked at him quizzically. "We?"
"You. Me. Rose. Martha, too. How could we not?"
Jack was a con man, an actor. She knew that. But looking at him now, she believed that he knew the Doctor, believed that he loved him, that the Doctor had touched him in the same way he had her, and triggered a soul-deep change. Some people, after meeting the Doctor, would never be the same again.
Jack reached over and took her hand, squeezing it.
"How could we not?" she echoed. "I wish... How he must be hurting. I wish we could help."
"He'll find us if he needs us," said Jack. He kissed her hand, comforting her. Then he kissed it again.
She looked at him suspiciously, though didn't pull her hand away. "Jack Harkness. Are you coming on to me?"
He did not let go of her hand, which he had lifted to his lips. She could feel his warm breath against her knuckles as he held it there. Without moving his lips away from her skin, he lifted an eyebrow and said quizzically, as if it were another question rather than an answer, "Yes?"
She pulled her hand away quickly, and tried not to wish she hadn't. "Idiot man. I'm too old for flirtation."
He laughed - not at her, but in a warm sort of way that made even the air around him feel good. "Sarah Jane Smith, how old are you? Fifty at most? I have a century on you, and I'm not too old for flirtation. We both know someone pushing a thousand. Doesn't he make you feel young?"
"I miss him," she said bluntly. She felt like crying again. She was the idiot, a weepy old fool. She was usually more careful than this. But Jack's news about the Doctor had unsettled her, and Jack himself.... She realized how badly she had misjudged him before, and was furious with herself for it. He had needed her friendship, and she had coldly withheld it. Had she turned into such a suspicious old curmudgeon that she didn't know a friend when she met one?
"I miss him, too," said Jack gently. "Every day. Always. But it makes life worth living, you know? He's out there, doing his thing. And one day he'll return." He stood. So did she. He pulled her into his arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and Sarah Jane let herself accept it. He was a link to the Doctor. A link to her past and the planet's future, even if he and she hadn't shared that time together. A link to a world out there of planets and aliens and adventures and dangers and doing things that must be done.
He had a very comforting hug.
She said, "What's this about you being more than a hundred years old?"
"A hundred and fifty. But looking good, don't you think?"
"Are you human?"
"Completely."
"Then how...?"
He kissed her, lightly, on the lips. "It's a long story. It involves the fifty-first century, and the Time Agency... or maybe the year 200,100 and a Game Station... or maybe a girl hanging from a barrage balloon in the Blitz. Tell you what. Let's order Chinese and I'll tell you the story of Captain Jack Harkness and how he became immortal."
"Immortal?"
"And hungry! Have a heart. I drove all the way from Cardiff and I haven't had any lunch."
"There's a really good Chinese place just around the corner. I'll call them - Luke loves it."
"Luke?"
"I can tell you a story or two as well, Captain. Did you know I'm a mother now?"
He sat, laughing. "You're full of surprises."
"It comes with the territory. Egg rolls, do you think?"
"Definitely egg rolls," agreed Jack.
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Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Characters: Jack, Sarah Jane Smith
Challenge: Way back in May I accepted a challenge from
neadods to write a 'first kiss' scene between Captain Jack Harkness and Sarah Jane Smith. I did not forget. I was not even slow to start working on it, as I loved the idea. But I wrote one scenario after another and discarded them as inadequate or unconvincing. It proved to be extraordinarily difficult. Here at last is a version I like enough to post. Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, no claims, all property of the BBC.
Notes: Spoilers for Doctor Who episode "The Last of the Time Lords", with a fleeting reference to "School Reunion". Cross-posted to galactic_conman and dwfiction.
Companionship
From the very beginning, Sarah Jane Smith did not trust Captain Jack Harkness. He'd come sailing out of nowhere, appearing on her doorstep with a smile full of promises and a mouth full of lies.
Clearly he knew some things about the Doctor. He'd met Rose, yes, that she could believe. He'd been on the TARDIS, obviously; his information was too good to have been acquired any other way. Beyond that, she believed nothing. There were too many things he didn't say, or couldn't, or wouldn't. He'd met the Doctor - that didn't necessarily make him any kind of a friend of the Doctor, least of all a friend of hers.
She did some research on him, and came up with an inescapable fact: there were no records of any American named Captain Jack Harkness being in the UK since 1941. He was false as a Titanian brisket, this Captain, and she intended to keep her eye on him.
His organization, Torchwood, was even worse. It seemed everyone with any actual power knew about Torchwood, but no one knew the important details. The whole institution looked like a powder keg. She had a good talk with UNIT; they were suspicious of Torchwood, too. "Weaponry no one should have," they said, and "too much power, too little accountability". It seems Queen Victoria set up Torchwood under suspicious circumstances, to guard the world against alien threats in general and the Doctor in particular.
This was an expose waiting to be written, even if it was another article that should never see the light of day. Since Torchwood under Harkness seemed to pose no immediate threat, and the rest had disappeared with the Battle of Canary Wharf, she let it go for the sake of more immediate matters. When Captain Jack again turned up on her doorstep, she told him to go away and not come back.
One day, more than a year after the Battle of Canary Wharf, he broke the silence. She received a telephone call from Captain Jack Harkness.
"I've seen him," he said, without preamble. "I have news. Do you want to hear?"
There was only one person he could be talking about. She shouldn't listen. It might be a lie. But she'd had no word for so very long, not since the Krillitanes had invaded that school. She said, "Very well. Come to my place."
"On my way," he said, and disconnected. It was probably literally true: he no doubt rang her from his car. She put the kettle on for tea, and tried not to pace in anticipation. Luke was off somewhere with Maria, and she was glad - she wasn't sure how to explain Captain Jack to Luke. She wouldn't lie about him, of course, she didn't lie to Luke. But she didn't much want to talk about the mysterious Captain, either.
When Jack tapped on her door twenty minutes later, Sarah Jane had already finished half of her own cup of tea. His smile was as she remembered. She ignored it. "Come in," she said. "Care for some tea?" She hoped she managed to sound sufficiently casual. Friendly but not gullible. Businesslike.
"I'd rather a glass of water," he said, and she got it for him. They sat in her living room, with Jack in the large, comfortable chair, while she sat on the sofa. He said, "The TARDIS came to Cardiff to refuel. I hitched a ride. On the outside."
As he continued, she saw how absurd it was, like all his stories. A severed hand, as some sort of Doctor alert? Riding the time vortex hanging onto the outside the of TARDIS - what was he, Spider-Man? Going to the end of time? Searching for Utopia? Well, that all sounded like the Doctor, right enough, he was always into wild extremes, and seemed to be more so inclined as time went on. Not that time ever just 'went on' for the Doctor.
Captain Jack's story got more and more outrageous. Meeting another Time Lord at the end of time, one who'd lost his memory, who turned out to be a friend of the Doctor, but insane and power-hungry. Harold Saxon and Archangel. Toclafanes and warfare. A year that never was, of imprisonment, enslavement and resistance. Martha Jones, saviour of mankind. Deceptions, tricks of the mind, and psychic magic.
Sarah Jane listened to him without interruption. "Quite a story," she said, mildly, when he stopped.
"Yes."
"If I didn't know him, I wouldn't believe any of it."
"But you know him."
"I was looking into the disappearance of Harold Saxon."
"Oh?"
"And the way he popped up a couple of years ago. He was almost as mysterious as you."
Jack smiled at that. "No one is as mysterious as me."
"...But your ego is bigger."
"Not just my ego," he murmured, but she pretended not to have heard him.
She tried to picture the scene he described. The gunshot, the woman in red. The Doctor in tears. "He loved him?"
"The Master was the only other living Time Lord. The Doctor wanted to save him. It was his last chance... He couldn't save the others, back in the Time War. He thought he could maybe save this one. Just this one."
"Chivalrous nonsense," she snapped, and found herself on the verge of tears herself.
"Not nonsense. It's what he is. It's why we love him."
She looked at him quizzically. "We?"
"You. Me. Rose. Martha, too. How could we not?"
Jack was a con man, an actor. She knew that. But looking at him now, she believed that he knew the Doctor, believed that he loved him, that the Doctor had touched him in the same way he had her, and triggered a soul-deep change. Some people, after meeting the Doctor, would never be the same again.
Jack reached over and took her hand, squeezing it.
"How could we not?" she echoed. "I wish... How he must be hurting. I wish we could help."
"He'll find us if he needs us," said Jack. He kissed her hand, comforting her. Then he kissed it again.
She looked at him suspiciously, though didn't pull her hand away. "Jack Harkness. Are you coming on to me?"
He did not let go of her hand, which he had lifted to his lips. She could feel his warm breath against her knuckles as he held it there. Without moving his lips away from her skin, he lifted an eyebrow and said quizzically, as if it were another question rather than an answer, "Yes?"
She pulled her hand away quickly, and tried not to wish she hadn't. "Idiot man. I'm too old for flirtation."
He laughed - not at her, but in a warm sort of way that made even the air around him feel good. "Sarah Jane Smith, how old are you? Fifty at most? I have a century on you, and I'm not too old for flirtation. We both know someone pushing a thousand. Doesn't he make you feel young?"
"I miss him," she said bluntly. She felt like crying again. She was the idiot, a weepy old fool. She was usually more careful than this. But Jack's news about the Doctor had unsettled her, and Jack himself.... She realized how badly she had misjudged him before, and was furious with herself for it. He had needed her friendship, and she had coldly withheld it. Had she turned into such a suspicious old curmudgeon that she didn't know a friend when she met one?
"I miss him, too," said Jack gently. "Every day. Always. But it makes life worth living, you know? He's out there, doing his thing. And one day he'll return." He stood. So did she. He pulled her into his arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and Sarah Jane let herself accept it. He was a link to the Doctor. A link to her past and the planet's future, even if he and she hadn't shared that time together. A link to a world out there of planets and aliens and adventures and dangers and doing things that must be done.
He had a very comforting hug.
She said, "What's this about you being more than a hundred years old?"
"A hundred and fifty. But looking good, don't you think?"
"Are you human?"
"Completely."
"Then how...?"
He kissed her, lightly, on the lips. "It's a long story. It involves the fifty-first century, and the Time Agency... or maybe the year 200,100 and a Game Station... or maybe a girl hanging from a barrage balloon in the Blitz. Tell you what. Let's order Chinese and I'll tell you the story of Captain Jack Harkness and how he became immortal."
"Immortal?"
"And hungry! Have a heart. I drove all the way from Cardiff and I haven't had any lunch."
"There's a really good Chinese place just around the corner. I'll call them - Luke loves it."
"Luke?"
"I can tell you a story or two as well, Captain. Did you know I'm a mother now?"
He sat, laughing. "You're full of surprises."
"It comes with the territory. Egg rolls, do you think?"
"Definitely egg rolls," agreed Jack.
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:40 pm (UTC)Hee. Good point. The Doctor could at least have taken Martha out for dinner, but no, he was too busy trying to run away from Jack. I am tempted to think it was all a tease - the Doctor knowing where Jack was, and coming by to taunt him with a "Catch me if you can!" - and then dashing away. Did he really need fuel? Did he really get any?
I think you're right, it was added in at the last minute as a "Hey, what about *this* wouldn't that be great?" without giving a second thought to the huge inconsistencies it created.
Yes. It looks like one of those crazy impulses that a writer gets and wants to try on for size, though any kind of good sense goes out the window.
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-19 06:46 pm (UTC)Right - so the man who invented it doesn't even believe it! So much for that.
No wonder the fans don't believe it either.
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:50 pm (UTC)Oops, just realized how horribly off track I've taken this fic commentary, sorry!
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:54 pm (UTC)Oh, no problem! I've been enjoying the Boe discussion.
Another thought is that I really, really liked Boe as I thought he was: an incredibly old and wise alien, last of his kind. Making Jack fit the picture seems to me to do a disservice to both of them because it doesn't focus on the essential character of either: we're used to thinking of Jack as quick and reckless, the Face of Boe as slow and deep.
the other producer, Julie something or other, seemed annoyed he wasn't backing it up better.
Well, so she might, when it was his idea and they let him go with it.
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:58 pm (UTC)Making Jack fit the picture seems to me to do a disservice to both of them
Exactly! Jack is this heroic, flashy, brave, action-oriented guy, the FoB a Jedi-master sort of wise figure. The two just don't mesh. Add that to the fact the Doctor is supposed to be able to sense the "wrongness" in Jack and showed no reaction whatsoever to FoB...
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Date: 2007-10-19 07:06 pm (UTC)Always happy to talk about Jack, in any context.
Jack is this heroic, flashy, brave, action-oriented guy, the FoB a Jedi-master sort of wise figure. The two just don't mesh.
Yes. Aside from the implications for Jack - instead of being two strong, distinct, interesting personalities which each enhance and enrich the Doctor Who universe, it becomes a sort of "WTF?" situation where a viewer doesn't know what to make of it, and the depth of each character is lost.
As it is, the more casual viewers of the show were confounded anyway, and I had a number of people on email or in person saying to me, "What was that all about, anyway?"
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Date: 2007-10-19 07:13 pm (UTC)Lol- I can only imagine what the casual viewer might think of the reveal. Ranging from utterly confused to mildly befuddled is my guess.
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Date: 2007-10-19 07:43 pm (UTC)That sums it up. Most of them didn't know the continuity well enough to figure out what the characters were talking about - "Who's the Face of Boe, anyway?" To them, the Big Reveal didn't mean anything at all.
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Date: 2007-10-19 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-19 07:56 pm (UTC)So wise, for one so young! That's going right to the heart of it, and so true.
then he announced season three sucked as a result of that tidbit of info, but I like to assume it was just the heat of the moment that made him think that.
No doubt. But I have to agree with him in one way - it was a disapointing (or confusing) note to end on.
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Date: 2007-10-19 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-19 08:15 pm (UTC)It was one of three things that soured the ending for me, and neither was the Titantic crash scene.... Though I'm still trying to picture the TARDIS as an iceburg and it doesn't quite work. Why did the Titanic crash bother you?
That aside, my problems all centred on Jack:
- the implication that the Doctor is no longer of central importance to Jack (I can rationalize this, but it's despite the text, not because of it)
- the Doctor breaking the Vortex Manipulator - what right did he have to do that?
- the Face of Boe joke
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Date: 2007-10-19 08:20 pm (UTC)ooh- and don't get me started on the Doctor disabling Jack's vortex manipulator! Grrrrrr
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Date: 2007-10-19 08:22 pm (UTC)We'll just have to wait and see how they play that. Only about two months to go.
don't get me started on the Doctor disabling Jack's vortex manipulator! Grrrrrr
Yes, Grrrrr - with a Weevil accent!
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Date: 2007-10-19 08:25 pm (UTC)Grr with a weevil accent is right! I can't believe how the Doctor did it so dismisively! Making jokes like Jack's not responsible enough to have that sort of tech!
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Date: 2007-10-19 08:32 pm (UTC)I try not to have expectations, especially low ones. At the time "The Last of the Time Lords" aired, it was hard to feel very optimistic about the ending. But now, with a lot of rationalization applied to the subject, and my sense of ipatience/withdrawal kicking in, I'm looking forward to any kind of a new Doctor Who episode.
I can't believe how the Doctor did it so dismisively! Making jokes like Jack's not responsible enough to have that sort of tech!
You'd think he'd be entrusting him with more, if anything. Jack has earned a lot of faith and respect on the Doctor's part, I'd say. And doesn't seem to be getting it.
Still, it's the Doctor, and most of all it's Ten, who doesn't seem to have a handle on either manners or gratitude. I try to take it as a kind of tease between two people who know and love each other so well that neither takes it amiss, and Jack is happy enough to have the Doctor exile him exactly where he wants to be, and where the Doctor can find him whenever he wishes.
Still. If Jack has earned anything (and he has), it's the right to freedom of choice.
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Date: 2007-10-19 08:38 pm (UTC)I really wondered if I was the only one who was thinking that. It goes along with what you were saying about the faith and trust Jack should have earned by now. I find myself liking the Doctor a bit less and less by these actions.
Jack is happy enough to have the Doctor exile him exactly where he wants to be, and where the Doctor can find him whenever he wishes.
Someone (can't remember who, sorry) pointed out that maybe that's why the Doctor disabled it, so the Doctor would be able to locate Jack whenever HE needed Jack.
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Date: 2007-10-19 09:03 pm (UTC)Yes. Having endured a year of captivity for the Doctor's sake, Jack deserved a little less casual treatment from the Doctor after waiting for him for 138 years. An apology for being told he was 'wrong'? Thanks for his help? I'd have been happy if he'd had as much of a 'thank you' as Martha got in "The Family of Blood". After all... the last time Jack saw the Doctor, he died for his sake. In good faith, and willingly. And now the Doctor has the nerve to be angry with him because of Torchwood! Hard to please, or what.
My ray of hope in the matter is that the 'big picture' story isn't over yet and there may well be a story later on that gives us a more satisfying angle on the relationship between Jack and the Doctor. (Which is, for me, a central focus.) But it does change my sense of the balance between them. The mentor no longer has the role of any kind of moral superiority.
Someone (can't remember who, sorry) pointed out that maybe that's why the Doctor disabled it, so the Doctor would be able to locate Jack whenever HE needed Jack.
Yes. I like that better than any other explanation, but it has two problems. (1) It feels like fan-wank, true though it may be. and (2) It still implies high-handed choice-making on the Doctor's part. It isn't as if Jack had been avoiding him for 138 years - more a case of, in all that time, Jack would come running if only he whistled. The Doctor could have just said, "Keep in touch." Or given him a cell phone.
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Date: 2007-10-19 09:10 pm (UTC)Absolutely and no doubt about it. While fics about about what Jack went through during the year that wasn't it no matter how off base they may be the Doctor still should acknowledge what happened (and why) to Jack on the Game Station, his own part in what happened to Jack afterwards (all those deaths, all that waiting) and the horrors of whatever happened on the Valiant. When Jack nearly begged for understanding over heading Torchwood I wanted to smack Ten.
It's totally fan-wank and high-handed... The Doctor could easily have come up with 100 ways to keep tabs on Jack, but instead he sucker punches him. Nice.
Presumedly the big picture isn't over. I can't imagine RTD not having Capt Jack crossing over to DW again
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Date: 2007-10-19 09:17 pm (UTC)Yes - and Jack looked so desperate, and hurt, trying to explain himself. I wanted to shout at the Doctor: "You ungrateful wretch! It's so clear he's done it all for you, all these years, and you don't even get it."
The Doctor could easily have come up with 100 ways to keep tabs on Jack, but instead he sucker punches him. Nice.
Yes. It's more like something you'd expect from the Master. Not that the Doctor hasn't been high-handed in the past, and not that he necessarily shouldn't be, but it would be nice to see him do it with people who deserved it, rather than the person who most deserves better from him.
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