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Title: Lieutenant
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Jack Harkness, The Doctor (very mild hints at possible Jack/Doctor)
Spoilers: None. I made this all up.
Rating: PG
Summery: The Eleventh Doctor meets a very familiar man.



Eleven bodies, each with a painfully short shelf life it seemed. Some Timelords could hold onto regeneration for decades, but The Doctor had never been so careful. What was the point of careful after all? Careful was Sunday nights in front of a fire. Careful was a room full of books and texts, reading about life rather than living it.

Careful was boring. Careful was dull.

When you were dragged into the universe with the ability to span centuries and solar systems, there was no time for careful. Or, well, there was time, but enough of it that you could always be careful later, after the exploration was done.

His newest form was tall. Blonde and oddly familiar. The face was new, but other things felt the same, the crisp white coat for example and the charming smile on his youthful face. Frowning, he tapped the mirror a little before taking a step back and looking himself over.

“Get me a cricket bat and we can pretend no time has passed at all,” he said, speaking to no one in particular as he fixed his hair and turned to leave.

Pushing the TARDIS doors open he stepped out onto the street, glancing around curiously before pushing the door shut behind himself. He was in London, England, sometime around… nineteen-thirty by the looks of it. It wasn’t where he’d intended to turn up, but it would do for the time being.

The heavy weight of a nation getting ready for war made the skies seem much darker than they were as he strolled down the streets, and his crisp white jacket stood out among the shades of gray. However, it had nothing on the rich blue of the coat worn by the man he was following though.

Lieutenant Ryan West. Dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, all youth and cocky swagger as he made his way through the crowds, smiling and pausing to tip his hat now and then.

Lieutenant Ryan West. Soon to be Captain Jack Harkness in only a few years. That is, if you were following the story by year rather than actual chronological order. In reality it could be decades before Jack became Jack, years before he left the agency and found himself rescuing a blonde in a Union Jack.

He should have walked away, should have let the young time agent go about his business. By following him or speaking to him, he risked changing the timeline, negating events that might prove to have massive effects on the way the world survived. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t turn away and he couldn’t pretend he didn’t see him, following him into a small bar and making a point of sitting where he’d be seen.

He knew the other man well enough to know he wouldn’t be ignored for long.

--- --- ---

“Let me buy you a drink,” came a warm voice, accompanied by a familiar and cheeky smirk. The hair was shorter, the skin slightly younger and glowing under the lights, other than that, there was hardly a difference. The voice, the swagger, the smiles… They were all so familiar that he had to keep himself from walking away. Offering a friendly nod instead as he looked over at the bar.

“Whatever you’re having,” he decided.

When Jack, or rather, Ryan returned with the drinks, The Doctor simply listened as the other man spoke, watching him spin lies as he made up stories and told joke after joke. He could see his wristband and the phaser at his hip, and The Doctor wanted to shake him, to scream about what the words ‘fitting in’ meant, followed by a long lecture about picking up strange men while in uniform.

He bit his tongue though, watching Jack attempt to woo him with a silent sigh.

--- --- ---

The last drinks arrived, and Jack was hardly subtle as he hinted they should head home. He was right of course, if not in the way he thought he was, but home for The Doctor was gone and dead, and he doubted Jack knew where home for him even was now.

Getting to his feet, The Doctor watched as the other man paid their tab, smiling as he leaned in closer. His lips nearly brushed against Jack's, but stopping short as he turned his head instead, ducking slightly to whisper in the other man’s ear.

“Ryan is an awful name for you,” he said softly. “Your mother should have named you… Jack.”


( This is actually a ficlit I wrote to help me with a much longer piece I'm working on.)
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