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16 December 2007 @ 09:20 pm
Another Doctor Who fic!  
 Two in one night! Actually, I'm trying to slip them under the radar, cos I'm worried they're a bit crap, being unbetaed as they are. 

This one is set post season three and most definitely contains spoilers for Last of the Timelords, so if you haven't seen it, (although, seriously why haven't you?) then don't read on.

Disclaimer: Still not mine, still belong to the BBC, still love them to pieces.

A Gift From a Rose
 
He hardly remembered what it was like to have a real body, to have hands that could feel, touch, caress. A couple of ice ages ago, the idea of what he would become would have disturbed him, he who had traded on his good looks for so long. But then it would have also bothered him that he would be measuring his life in ice ages. Now, neither mattered so much.
 
Now, as he watched the Doctor mend circuits and pull levers. Not his Doctor, but close enough, and he wished for the first time in an age that he could touch again, touch him again, one last time.
 
He knew this was the end. Martha had inadvertently told him so, before the year that never happened. He chuckled to himself, amused to think that she was below him somewhere and that soon she would meet him for the first and last time.
 
He had no regrets. His was a life well lived, he was ready for this. He wanted to say something significant, something that would let the Doctor know who he was, but he knew what his final words must be. The timeline would play itself out, and soon his earlier self would let slip the truth to the Doctor.
 
He wanted to tell the Doctor how he felt, still, after all this time, but he couldn’t find the words. Besides, the Doctor knew. They had parted so many times, said so much over each other’s long lifetimes that the Doctor must know.
 
With a final effort, Jack let go of the last of the energy from the heart of the TARDIS that had given him his long and extraordinary life. The second life that had been a gift from Rose. He gave it now to save the lives of the people of New Earth, and to save Martha.
 
As the Doctor and Martha stood over him, ignorant for now of who he was, he breathed his last.
 
“But know this, Timelord. You are not alone.”
 
 
 
Jennifer/Gail: DrWho_Infinitylferion on December 16th, 2007 09:49 pm (UTC)
What an *interesting* idea!

That's very cool.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: bombidontlikegravy on December 16th, 2007 10:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you :)
herk227herk227 on December 16th, 2007 11:21 pm (UTC)
Well written, but:

JACK ISN'T THE FACE OF BOE! NO WAY!

He was just pushing the Doc's buttons as a kind of revenge, really.

(Because the face of Boe is around like forever and someone as experienced as Jack surely has heard about him, and Martha told him about the message and all)

It's just a big practical joke and I won't hear otherwise.

*Puts hands on ears and sings loudly: . . . while I'm walking down the street singing Doowadeedee Dedee dum deedeedo*
But, I don't want to be a pie,: jamesidontlikegravy on December 16th, 2007 11:50 pm (UTC)
*snorfle*

Of course, RTD was just messing with our heads, this is totally an AU fic. *grin*
I will call her George: Dr. Who - Heroesstrangevisitor7 on December 17th, 2007 02:29 pm (UTC)
Excellent. I squeed so loudly when jack revealed himself as the Face of Boe in that episode. I love the symmetry and you capture his thoughts so beautifully. :D
But, I don't want to be a pie,: 10idontlikegravy on December 17th, 2007 07:04 pm (UTC)
Thanks hun, glad you liked it.