I’m finishing off my Torchwood rewatch, listening to the commentary on Miracle Day ep.10. And they are talking about how Rex’s immortality is Blessing based whereas Jack is a fixed point in time and space. Plus how we don’t know if Jack was mortal during the events of MD.
And I’m sat here realising how on brand that would be for Jack. Him going about being overdramatic, claiming he’s mortal when nothing has changed.
This is back up by the injury Jack got in Ep.1, a cut on his arm. It didn’t heal instantly. Which was what Jack was claiming as evidence of him being mortal. But if you remember back in Cyberwoman Ianto punched Jack. At the end of the episode, at least a few days after the main events of the episode, we see Jack again still with bruising from the punch. Proving the theory that non-threatening injuries take longer to heal. Now by the time Miracle Day happens Jack has almost definitely forgotten about this fact given the amount he has died daily.
@this-is-quite-homoerotic i’m not sure about the ‘breaking the Miracle’ thing because that just feels a bit too OP…? [and i say that as the self-appointed biggest fan of Jack’s OP-ness]
but yeah i def agree if nothing else, had he died during the Miracle, at the worst he would’ve revived after it ending, or heck - after being shot into space (assuming someone would do that with his corpse), because the Miracle is Earth-based, right??
I love that out of ‘former conman, this isn’t even my real name’ Jack Harkness, ‘used to shoplift in my teens’ Ianto Jones, and ‘former Police Constable’ Gwen Cooper, it was actually Gwenthat brought up the suggestion that they should become criminals and go on a stealing spree in Children of Earth
Summary: The Doctor and Rose discuss sartorial preferences while watching Indiana Jones. Predictably, the discussion becomes very…heated.
Notes: Hello shiny people! I’m back after a few weeks break since finishing my last (lengthy) fic. This time we have something light, fluffy, silly and short (and NINE). I blame @aintfraidanoghosts entirely for this fic because she begged me to write it when this crazy nonsense popped into my head while watching Raiders of the Lost Ark a while ago. So really, IT IS ALL HER FAULT that I ended up writing this on a Monday morning when I was supposed to be working. So….yeah this fic is for her. No beta, all mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy and please don’t kill me for this silliness!
“Wha’?” Rose said, eyes glued to the screen as the Doctor plopped onto the sofa beside her.
“How can you watch this rubbish, Rose?”
“What’s wrong with it? ‘S Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark!” she said indignantly, blindly reaching for another handful of popcorn.
“He’s traipsing about the jungle in a leather jacket!” The Doctor offered her the bowl. “Who does that, then?”
Rose choked. “‘Scuse me?”
“Nobody wears a leather jacket in the jungle on the way to liberate Aztec artefacts from a glorified seesaw!”
“Say what?”
“You heard me. This director is barking, Harrison Ford or no Harrison Ford. Raiders of the Lost Ark, indeed. Nutters of the Lost Ark, more like it!”
Rose turned to stare at him. “You did not just say that.”
“Did so!” He raised his eyebrows smugly. “What of it?”
“You did not just say that nobody- Doctor, you wear a leather jacket in the jungle!” She shook her head disbelievingly. “You do it all the time!”
“Well…that’s different.” The Time Lord shifted uncomfortably and set the bowl on the table in front of them.
“You also wore a leather jacket in the snow and in the desert and to the beach and my cousin Robbie’s weddin’!”
“‘S not the same thing !” The Doctor folded his arms, leather jacket creaking.
“Why not?” Rose silently thanked the TARDIS for pausing the movie for her. “He’s wearin’ a leather jacket in the jungle, you wear a jacket in the jungle. You wore a leather jacket in the Plentimen jungle just last week!”
“‘M not sayin’ there’s sommat wrong with leather, Rose!” He scowled. “Happen to like leather, me. ‘M just saying leather isn’t appropriate for his…activities! ‘S just daft for a human to wear leather in a hot, humid jungle! You overheat at the drop of a hat, you lot!”
She smirked, suddenly understanding the cause of his little outburst. “Oh please, don’t start that whole ‘Time Lord biology’ bit again.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the movie, sending another wave of gratitude to the TARDIS for restarting at just the right time, receiving a pleased hum in return. “Just admit you’re jealous of Harrison Ford and move on, Doctor.”
“I am not!”
“Course you are,” she said, watching as Indiana Jones slashed his whip about, admittedly looking like a giant git compared to the bloke sitting next to her- not that she’d ever tell the Doctor that. “‘S understandable that you’d feel insecure about how good he looks in leather.” She glanced slyly from the corner of her eye. “I mean, look at him. He’s a bit of alright what with the leather and the hat and the khaki trousers and workboots. Looks very rough ‘n ready- very sexy.”
“Oi! An’ what ‘m I then? A ballerina?”
She tried not to laugh as she stared determinedly at the screen, even though her attention was entirely on the man beside her. Sometimes, he was just too predictable. Any moment now…
Suddenly, she was lying on the couch, pinned beneath a Time Lord whose eyes burned blue fire.
“S’pose you think you’re funny?”
“Might do,” she said breathlessly. God, she loved him.
“S’pose you thought it’d be fun to tease an old Time Lord?”
“Might’ve done,” she grinned, tongue touching her teeth.
His eyes burned even hotter as his body stirred against her. “You should be careful playin’ with fire, Rose. Could get burned.”
“Oh I’m countin’ on it,,” she said, trailing a finger across his lips, heart racing as his eyes flared.
“Is that so?” His face drew closer.
“Yeah,” she sighed as his lips caressed her neck. “You know I love a rough and ready bloke.” She smirked as he stilled.
“Rose,” he growled.
“Well,one rough and ready bloke- a daft old sod who’s jealous of someone off the telly.”
“Was not!”
“Yes you are.” She grinned, watching his eyes follow her tongue to the corner of her mouth. “You’re jealous of a git off the telly, Doctor.”
The tips of his ears burned red. “Alright, might’ve been, just a bit,” he muttered. “Couldn’t help it, what with you starin’ at him so intently.”
She shook her head and pulled him closer. “You’re mental, you are.”
“Am I?” The low rumble of his voice sent tremors through her body.
“Course you are,” she said softly. “There’s only one bloke in a leather jacket I’m interested in.”
“That so?”
“That’s so,” she said breathlessly, arching against him. “An’ he’s so impressive that it hurts to look at him sometimes.”
“Does it now?” His eyes smouldered. “I’ll show you rough and ready, Rose Tyler.”
Neither of them had a word to say for a long time after that.
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Four weeks later, the Amazon Rainforest, Brazil, 1926
“Come off it, Rose! Let it go!” The Doctor tromped up the slope, turning to make sure Rose was close behind. “Blimey, you’ve got the memory of a Zoprel elephant, you have.”
“But Doctor, I’m just worried about your health!” Rose smirked as she climbed the slope to stand besides him. “Nobody wears a leather jacket in the jungle! ‘S just mental. Not appropriate for our activities, you know, what with us trying to save that alien ark that landed here.”
“Oi, I’m not the one whose body temperature can kill ‘em within a few degrees!” he protested, crossing his arms. “Nice and steady with the biochemical processes, me.”
“But Doctor, I thought you said only a nutter would wear a leather jacket in the-”
“Right, that’s enough of that. Com’ere, you,” he growled and pulled her to him, kissing her as though both their lives depended on it.
(Come to think of it, they probably did).
She was pleasantly unaware of her surroundings until approaching voices rudely interrupted their pleasant interlude.
“Perhaps we’d better give them a moment,” a timid voice in British tones said. “They appear to be, er, occupied.”
“Oh, if we wait for them to disengage we’ll never get anything done,” Jack said cheerfully. “Locked at the lips is of one the ten natural states in which you can find Rosie and the Doc in the wild.”
“I, er, that is-”
“Others include smiling goofily at each other, holding hands, cuddling, cuddling while smiling goofily at each other, arguing, arguing followed by smiling goofily at each other, the Doc defending Rose, Rose defending the Doc and both of them joined in places that are not permitted to be seen in public during this time period.” Jack wiggled his eyebrows at the blushing archeology student. “If you know what I mean.”
“Jack!”
“Harkness!”
Their erstwhile companion ignored them both and continued to lecture the poor bloke next to him, sounding for all the world as though he were narrating an animal documentary.
“They don’t object to human observers in most of these states, however-
A mighty flash interrupted Jack’s spiel.
“- the male of the Time Lord species has been known to react badly to flash photography,” Jack finished, cringing slightly.
“Oi!” The Doctor pulled away from Rose and stomped over to the poor bloke clutching the camera. “You tryin’ to burn my retinas?”
“He was just takin’ a photo, Doctor,” Rose sighed, following him.
“He was just blindin’ me, is what he was doing! Primitive human contraption nearly took my eye out.”
“’S not his fault that cameras are what they are in this time period,” Rose said, taking his arm as she turned him back to the trail they’d been following.
“He should watch where he’s pointin’ that thing!”
“He didn’t mean to blind us,” Rose soothed, pulling him along. “He’s probably just excited about the whole alien bit- only found out about it this morning, didn’t he?”
“S’pose,” the Doctor grumbled. “Still needs to be careful where he’s aiming that daft contraption.”
“I’m sure he will,” she soothed.
Behind them, Jack and his new friend trailed along. “You’ll note that the female of the brand new, one of a kind ‘Bad Wolf’ species has a calming effect on the Time Lord and can usually soothe him into less dangerous moods in no time.”
Philip exhaled. “Quite. Thank goodness for that! Does it, er, does that happen often?”
She could hear the smile in Jack’s voice. “All the time, gorgeous. All the time!”
As Jack began rambling about the time he’d been arrested for nude hiking on Kolima Beta, Rose glanced at the still-muttering Time Lord beside her, while the most lecherous immortal to walk the earth trailed behind them, trying his best to corrupt the poor naive bloke with him. Nutters of the Lost Ark indeed, she smirked.
Summary: A post-GITF sick-fic UA. What if Rose had come away with more than nightmares after her run-in with the clockwork droids? What if her trust in the Doctor had been so fractured that she’d been afraid to tell him? And what if that broken trust might just lead to a dangerous situation for Rose? Will the Doctor be able fix it in time? Note: Trigger warning for non-explicit DV, self-loathing, PTSD, medical emergency.
Notes: Helloooooo shiny people! I can’t believe we’re finally here- THE EPILOGUE! The very final chapter of this fic, which was written for the @doctor-rose-events classic tropes event. Thank you all for coming on this crazy ride with me- I couldn’t have done it without you and you’re all fabulous.<3 I hope this brief look at a very different future with Rose and the Doctor (I couldn’t help kicking Doomsday in the bum, repeatedly) will leave us all in a good place, and with hope going forward. There’s ALWAYS hope, and no one is broken beyond repair. To that end, I’ll be posting a non-fic chapter in the next day or two with a list of trauma, counselling and DV resources that my wonderful people around the world have sent me. Keep an eye out for that in the next few days.I hope that you’ve all enjoyed this story, and I have to give a big shoutout to everyone who has encouraged me and left comments, the ladies on Fangirlia who have listened to me whine and complain incessantly, Aintafraidanoghosts for listening to me whine on chat EVERY SINGLE DAY, and finally, @rose–nebula, without whom I could not have done this. She’s beta’d every chapter, every week, no matter what crazy time of day or night I’ve sent them, and supported me emotionally and mentally when I was ready to fling a chapter into the abyss or set it on fire. I could not have done this without you, my dear. Thank you more than I can say <3 <3 <3 All mistakes are mine, and of course all recognisable dialogue from the episode belongs to one Mr RTD. I hope you enjoy!
“Jack! Thank God. Are you in Cardiff?” Rose clutched the mobile to her ear, watching in disbelief as the Doctor smacked the TARDIS console with a mallet.
“Rosie! Yeah, Mickey and I are at headquarters. Why? Is everything OK?”
The TARDIS jolted.
“Behave!” the Doctor snapped, scowling at the console.
“Oh my…hold on Jack- Doctor, stop smacking her!” Rose snapped. “Have you lost your mind?”
“She won’t do it, Rose! She’s resisting!”
“Rose?” Jack’s tone was suddenly sharp, all semblance of relaxed chit-chat gone. “What’s going on?”
“We’re flying down the highway, chasing a taxi driven by a robot santa, that’s what’s goin’ on!”
“What? What highway? Where are you?”
“London.” Rose took over holding down various knobs from the Doctor as he inched closer to the door. “Specifically, chasin’ a woman in a weddin’ dress to Chiswick, or wherever this robot is takin’ her.” She closed her eyes and ignored Donna’s screeched “Oh, you are kidding me!” as the TARDIS scraped the road beside the taxi, the bump almost knocking Rose off her feet.
“Rose? What the hell is happening?”
“You’ve got to jump!” the Doctor shouted, almost hanging out of the doorway.
“Who’s jumping?” Jack demanded.
“It’ll take too long to explain! Look, I need you to do somethin’ for me Jack- quickly!”
“What do you need?”
“I need you to find out everything you can about a woman who’s booked to get married at St Mary’s Church in Chiswick today. Her name’s Donna.”
“Last name?”
“Dunno. Once you’ve got it from the church, I need you to run it on every system you have- find out everythin’ about her.”
“Why?”
“Because she showed up on the TARDIS while she was in mid-flight, Jack! Just appeared in the middle of the vortex!”
There was a gasp. “You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not kiddin’! I don’t have time to kid! I need you to do it now, Jack, please!”
“On it.” She heard Jack barking orders to someone beside him to call the church, followed by the clack of a keyboard moments later. “I’ll dig up everything I can, Rosie.”
“Thanks,” she exhaled, staring in disbelief as Donna hesitated to jump out of the taxi. “Quick as you can, Jack! There’s somethin’ weird going on here.”
“Whatever that thing is, it needs you,” the Doctor pleaded with Donna, stretching out his arm. “And whatever it needs you for, it’s not good! Now, come on!”
“Rose? Do you need me to come there?”
“No, not now, just…please find everything you can and I’ll text you the time and place when we land.” She hung up and watched Donna mutter about trusting the Doctor before finally taking his hand and flinging herself out of the taxi and into the TARDIS.
The door slammed shut and the TARDIS zoomed away.
However her relief was short-lived, because the TARDIS was groaning in agony and the console began exuding copious amounts of smoke.
“Oh my God! Doctor, what’s wrong with her?”
“Oi, watch your mouth, Blondie! Like to see how you look, jumping from a moving taxi in a blooming wedding dress!”
“Not you, the TARDIS!” Rose rushed to the console. “She’s shaking!”
“So am I!” Donna screeched. “Thanks to you two! But you go on worrying about your space machine.”
Rose closed her eyes, praying for patience. “I told you, she’s called a TARDIS, and she’s just saved your arse from a killer robot. And she’s alive,and she understands you, so unless you want to find yourself deposited at the end of the galaxy, shut it!” She turned to the Doctor. “She’s not goin’ to hold, Doctor.”
“We need to land,” he said grimly, clinging to a handle. “Soon.”
“Inside or out?”
“Out,” he said, gripping at the console. “She’s close to combusting.”
“The Estate,” Rose gasped, flinging herself across the console to seize a wobbling gadget. “Take us to mum’s- the roof. If those things come lookin’ for us, we can deal with ‘em up there better than in the middle of the town.”
“Right you are, Rose Tyler,” he said with a quick grin. “Allons-y!”
“Allons-y?” Donna snapped, seizing the nearest handle. “Who the hell says allons-y?”
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “I do. Now hang on tight because this is going to be a bumpy landing!”
“First time you’ve ever admitted it!” Rose couldn’t help but laugh as she hung tightly to a handle that had just appeared. “Thanks, love.” She patted the console in gratitude.
The TARDIS’ answering hum was strained.
“I’ll have you know my landing skills are usually just fine, thank you very much!” the Doctor squawked, tapping frantically at the console.
“Yeah, must be why you got me back a year late last time!”
“Are you ever going to let that go?”
“Oi! Are we getting out of space or are you two just going to flirt until we catch fire?” Donna demanded. “Honestly, all the spaceships in the world and I end up with the intergalactic Bonnie and Clyde!”
“We are not!” the Doctor exclaimed indignantly. “You’d do better saying Shiver and Shake!”
“Don’t you ever shut up?” Donna demanded. “Honestly, you-”
“Incoming!” the Doctor interrupted. “Hang on, we’re going to land-”
The TARDIS landed with a mighty thud, jerking them all to the floor, handles notwithstanding.
“-hard,” the Doctor finished. “Everybody alright?”
“”M fine,” Rose muttered, standing painfully. “Just a bit winded.”
“Are you sure?” He hovered over her, his face very close as he inspected her minutely. “Are you hurt? In pain? Rose?”
She couldn’t help but shake her head at his hovering. Even though she’d regained her full strength months ago, and it had been almost a year and a half since her illness, he still worried. He’d been even worse since their close call at Canary Wharf a few months ago. “‘M fine, Doctor but you’d better get that smoke before we burn the TARDIS down.”
“Smoke?” He whirled. “Oh! Right, I’ve got this. Both of you, out!”
“Oh I like that,” Donna muttered as she accepted Rose’s hand and rose painstakingly to her feet. “And I’m fine, thanks for asking.”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Come on,” was all she said. “Let’s get some air.”
They strode out the TARDIS to the sounds of the Doctor blasting a fire extinguisher at the console, and muttering apologies to his ship. They stood in silence, looking at the Estate below until the Doctor joined them.
“Well, I’ve put it out but she’s going to need a couple of hours, minimum.”
“Is she alright?” Rose turned to him, worried.
“Yeah, course she is, just needs a mo.” He shrugged. “Funny thing, for a space ship she doesn’t do all that much flying.”
“Yeah.”
“Sure you’re alright, Rose?” He inspected her closely, his eyes worried. “You’re not hurt? Injured? Unable to breathe?”
She blushed at the way he looked at her. Even after all this time, the intensity gave her shivers. “‘M fine. Promise. You’d better check Donna.”
He gazed intently at her for another moment before nodding and turning to Donna.
“You sure you’re alright, then?” he asked cautiously, clearly expecting another outburst.
“Fine. Not that it matters now.” Donna was subdued.
Rose exhaled in sympathy. “Did we miss it?”
“Yeah.”
“You can book another date,” she said tentatively.
“Course we can.”
“You’ve still got the honeymoon,” the Doctor said warily, watching the redhead.
“It’s just a holiday now.” Donna was looking over the edge of the building, unseeing.
“Right. Yeah. Sorry.” The Doctor cringed and turned to look pleadingly at Rose.
“Not your fault,” Donna said finally.
Rose blinked. That was a change. “Maybe not, but we still want to help,” she said softly, warily approaching the other woman, and noticing for the first time that the air was chilly and Donna was clad only in a wedding dress. “You must be cold.”
Donna shivered. “Yeah, a bit.”
“I have a jacket,” the Doctor offered, slipping it off.
“‘S alright, I have one of mine hanging in the console room,” Rose cut in, seeing the scathing look Donna directed at the jacket. “I’ll get it.”
“Hope it’s bigger than this,” Donna muttered, glancing briefly at the Doctor’s suit jacket. “This wouldn’t fit a rat.”
“Well there’s no need to be rude,” the Doctor huffed, slipping the jacket back on as Rose ducked briefly inside. “I was just being polite.”
“This is you being polite?” Donna demanded.
“Yes!” The Doctor sounded offended. “Rose says I have to.” He huffed. “Even when people make it hard to be,” he muttered.
“What was that?” Donna barked.
“Nothing!” the Doctor squeaked, and Rose couldn’t help but smile as she rifled through the coats hanging in the console room, wondering why on earth they hadn’t thought to chuck that wretched orange space suit away. She still had nightmares about the Doctor being trapped in that pit.
“So, you and Blondie-”
“Her name is Rose,” the Doctor cut in indignantly. “Rose Tyler.”
“Rose, then. You’re a thing?”
“A thing?” the Doctor sounded confused. “What kind of thing? We’re not things. We’re people!”
Rose bit her lip, trying not to laugh as she finally found the jacket.
“Well, I dunno what you aliens call it! Are you together? Married? Partners? I dunno, mated?”
“Mated! We’re not animals!” The Doctor was outraged. “Besides, Rose isn’t an alien.”
“She’s not?” Donna sounded disbelieving and Rose decided she’d left them long enough. Knowing the Doctor, he was going to be smacked, and soon.
“Nope! She’s human. Brilliantlyhuman.”
“Not from Mars then?”
“Nope, ‘fraid not,” Rose grinned, strolling out with the jacket. “Here you are- nice and warm. You’ll need it while we’re standing about in this December air.” She shivered. “Forgot how cold it gets here sometimes.”
“You know London then?” Donna reluctantly slipped on the warm Kalpesian jacket.
Rose grinned. “Lived here most of my life- this is where I grew up. Literally, right here. My mum still lives in this block of flats.”
The Doctor froze. “Jackie isn’t home, is she?”
Rose paused. “Dunno. But if she is, she’s probably heard us.”
The Doctor gulped and turned to the TARDIS. “There’s an incentive for a quick recovery and repair, if ever I heard one.”
Rose hid a smile. “Better pray she’s not.”
“Yeah.” He turned to her with wild eyes.
“I hate to break up this lovely chit-chat,” Donna interrupted. “But would somebody mind telling me why I was abducted and almost killed by a robot santa?”
Naturally, the Doctor ignored her question. “S’pose we’d better look at masking while we’re waiting for the TARDIS to repair herself- and I don’t just mean from Jackie.”
“Right.” Rose rolled her eyes. “If you’re lookin’ for the bio-dampers, they’re in your right pocket, from that time on Zerpebia- when we were bein’ chased by the creepy space piglets.”
“Oh yeah.” He grinned. “The Zorps. Have to love the Zorps- even if they did want to eat us.” At an impatient twitch from Donna, however, he cleared his throat. “Right, bio-dampers.” He dug into his pocket, frowning for a moment. “Ah, here we go! One basic model, coming right up!” he dug a gold wedding band out of his pocket and waved it triumphantly. “With this ring-”
“Doctor! Not that one!” Rose hissed, seeing the expression on Donna’s face. “Find a different one!”
“What? Why?” Catching her pointed glance at Donna, however, he flushed. “Ah. Yes. Never mind. Basic model won’t do here- let’s see what else we have…aha! Knew it was in here somewhere.” He waved the brooch around excitedly. “Here you are Donna, one first-class bio-damper, complete with style and all for the low price of nothing!”
The redhead rolled her eyes as eyed the brooch. “What does it do?”
“These creatures can trace you, and this brooch is a bio-damper- should keep you hidden.”
Donna hesitated. “I don’t know…”
“Donna, please.” Rose turned to the other woman. “We have no idea why those things want you or how they even found you, but whatever it is isn’t good. What does it hurt to wear this thing for a few hours until we sort this out?”
“Fine,” the redhead exhaled after a tense moment of silence. “Fine. Give it to me.” Seizing the brooch, she pinned it onto her dress and folded her arms. “Now what?”
“Now we wait.” The Doctor cast a longing look at the TARDIS. “And we chat.”
“Chat?” Donna was incredulous.
“Yep.”
Rose was fairly certain that if the Doctor popped another ‘p’, Donna was going to slap him.
“Chat. About. What?” Donna seethed through clenched teeth.
“Why they’re chasing you, obviously.” The Doctor looked at Donna as though she were mad. “What else?”
“That’s exactly what I asked a few minutes ago,” Donna growled. “And you ignored it.”
The Doctor cleared his throat, clearly sensing danger. “Right, well, good question. What do camouflaged robot mercenaries want with you? And how did you get inside the Tardis? I don’t know….” He sucked his upper lip in thought. “What’s your job?”
“I’m a secretary.”
Seeing the Doctor about to open his mouth (and almost certainly about to get himself slapped), Rose cut in hastily, fixing the Doctor with a glare. “Where do you work?”
“H.C. Clements.” Donna inhaled. “It’s where I met Lance- I was temping.”
Rose smiled. “Bit of a sweetheart, was he?”
“Yeah.” Donna smiled. “He got me coffee- and him the head of HR! Heads of HR don’t get the secretaries coffee.”
“Sounds like a good one. So tell us more,” Rose encouraged. “When was this?”
“Six months ago.”
The Doctor stared. “Six months? Blimey, that’s qui-”
“What does H.C. Clements do?” Rose interrupted, glaring at the Doctor.
“Security Systems. You know, entry codes, ID cards, that sort of thing. If you ask me, it’s a posh name for locksmiths.”
Rose opened her mouth to ask another question, only to be interrupted by a very familiar voice.
“You!” Jackie Tyler screeched, charging at the Doctor.
The Doctor gulped. “Blimey.”
“I’ll give you blimey! I’ve been waitin’ for you, mate!”
“Mum-”
“Don’t you mum me, Rose Tyler! You’re not too old to be put over my knee! And as for that ruddy alien of yours.” She fixed her glare on the Doctor. “You’ve broken my telly, you have!”
“Ah.” The Doctor grimaced.
“All it picks up now is the space news from some alien planet! I can’t get my shows and you’re not leaving this building until you fix it.”
“What? Look Blondie,” Donna glared, “ I’ve already missed my wedding and been abducted by killer robots-”
The Doctor shook his head frantically at Donna. “Don’t, Donna! Don’t!”
“Shut it, Martian boy- I’ll say what I bloody well want and we’re not hanging about here while you fix the mother-in-law’s telly!”
“I’m not from Mars!” the Doctor protested.
“Oi, shut it, you!” Jackie turned and glared at Donna. “I dunno who you are but you’re not getting in the way of my telly repairs!” She looked her up and down. “And what the hell are you doing out here in a wedding dress, then? On Christmas, no less? You’ve a nerve turnin’ up drunk!”
“I’m not drunk! “ Donna shrieked.
“Then who are you and what are you doin’ here?”
Rose swallowed. “It’s a bit of a long story, mum.”
Jackie folded her arms. “I have time.”
“Fine.” Rose took a deep breath. “It all started when Donna suddenly appeared on the TARDIS in mid-flight…”
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“You had the reception without me?”
“Donna, what happened to you?” A dark-skinned bloke dressed to the nines came forward, staring at Donna.
“You had the reception withoutme?”
The room was utterly silent.
The Doctor cleared his throat. “Hello, I’m the Doctor- and this is Rose Tyler.”
Rose inhaled. This was actually painful.
“Roooooose Tyler. Yep.”
His usual popped ‘p’ sounded unnaturally loud in the silence that followed.
Donna turned to Rose. “They had the reception without me.”
Rose cringed. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Well, it was all paid for,” an annoyingly nasal woman piped up. “Why not?”
Rose turned to Donna. “Let me guess- that’s Nerys.”
“Spot on, Blondie. Nerys the Nag, as she’s better known.” She scowled at the other woman, who squawked in protest.
The next thing Rose knew everyone was talking at once, demanding to know where Donna had been, an older woman carried on about silly messages and tricks, and it seemed as though the whole world was pressing in on them until Donna burst suddenly into tears.
Rose couldn’t help but smile as she felt the Doctor’s hand slip into her own, knowing as she did how baffled he became when confronted with emotions he couldn’t immediately explain.
“Crikey, didn’t see that coming!” he whispered, squeezing closer to her.
She shrugged. “She’s hurt that no one cared that she disappeared from her own wedding. And then to top it off, they decided to have the reception without her. They’re dancin’ while she was off bein’ hunted by robot Santas.” She exhaled. “Anybody’d be hurt by that. They’ve basically told her they don’t care where she was.”
“Right.” He was quiet for a moment, watching as the man Rose presumed was Lance comforted Donna and everyone applauded. “Didn’t expect the tears though- thought she’d tear them a new one when we walked in and found them bopping away. She seemed pretty furious.”
“I’m sure she is.” Rose turned to the Doctor. “Doesn’t mean she isn’t hurt. And I reckon she wants them all to know it and maybe feel a bit rotten about it- as they should.”
Donna winked at them as Lance led her away to the dancefloor, and the Doctor snorted. “Right again, Rose Tyler. Always with the right answers.”
“I try,” she smirked as the band started a new song.
“So.” He turned and looked her full in the face.
“So,” she said, her eyes on his, trying to keep the smile from her face.
“They have a band.” His eyes glinted.
“They do.”
“And the band is playing music.”
“It is.” She tried, she really did, to keep the smile from forming.
She failed.
“It’s nice. Sort of boppy. A boppy band.”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “You could call it that. What of it?”
“Fancy a dance, Rose Tyler?”
She raised her eyebrows teasingly. “Can you?”
“Nine hundred years old, me. I’ve been around a bit. I think you can assume at some point I’ve danced.”
Her heart began to pound because she recognised the look in his eyes: it was exactly the same look he’d given her when he’d spoken those words so many months ago, and his eyes had been blue instead of brown.
“Doesn’t the universe implode or something if you dance?” Her words were breathless as she played her part.
“Well, I’ve got the moves but I wouldn’t want to boast.”
This time, she let her smile spread freely across her face. “You’ve got the moves? Show me your moves.”
“With pleasure.” He winked. “Not trying to resonate concrete this time.”
“You’ll find your feet at the end of your legs: you may care to move them.” She laughed as he spun her out onto the dance floor.
Together, they twirled and swayed this way and that; forgetting just for a moment about robot santas and bio-dampers and mysterious hitchhikers in the TARDIS, and just enjoyed the music and the closeness of the other.
She waved at Donna as she shimmied past them with Lance before the Doctor whipped her into another complicated turn and dipped her.
“Oh,” she said breathlessly. “Look at you, Mr Smooth.”
He waggled his eyebrows as he held the dip for a moment before letting her up. “It’s Doctor Smooth, actually.”
She groaned. “That was terrible.”
“I know,” he grinned. “But you love me anyway.”
“S’pose,” she laughed, shaking her head, unable to believe how different things were now from where they’d been a year and a half ago, unable to believe that they were here,now and things were everything she’d ever hoped they could be.
Her physical health had improved, thanks to a careful regimen set by the Doctor, and she was finally back to where she’d been before she’d gotten sick. Her mind had slowly and steadily improved and she’d been seeing Elpi every week since that first day- even on days when she’d been so exhausted, so disheartened that she’d want to give up, to crawl into her bed and hide. Things had improved so much and she’d become desensitised to so many triggers that even she had to concede she was slowly getting better. Better still, she knew she could and would continue to improve, until her mind was her own again and none of the scars of the past had the power to hurt or control her thinking anymore.
Because slowly but surely, she was taking control.
The Doctor had been as good as his word and stuck by her through every up and down, every self-doubt (his and hers). He hadn’t withdrawn from her, even when it was clear that he’d wanted to. He insisted on taking her to therapy for as long as she needed to go, and refused to hear a word said about her being a burden.
That’s not to say things were perfect, because of course, they weren’t. As her health had improved, their comfort in disagreeing had increased, and now they argued as much as they ever had. Sometimes she stormed off in frustration when he started on one of his arrogant Time Lord rants, certain he knew better than everyone else, and she was fairly certain he was ready to scream whenever she ‘released her inner human-y human’ as he called it, and charged into a situation throwing caution to the wind.
Sometimes he’d get testy when they’d stumble across someone from his past, and his silence would infuriate her. But now, instead of his usual whirl and dash, he’d sigh when she came to apologise for pushing too far and he’d tell her, in little bits and pieces.
She treasured those little bits and pieces of his soul more than anything.
By the time the events of Canary Wharf had happened, and he’d caught glimpses of an alternate future- the future that would have been -that could have been- she’d known, without a doubt that she loved him, that she knew him. That he was her Doctor. So in that awful, soul-wrenching moment when they’d stood, his words of a different future, a lonely and broken future hanging in the air, she’d gathered her courage and told him. He’d been utterly flabbergasted before seizing her and kissing her ferociously, and she’d known, then, deep in her bones, that it was her Doctor, the same man who’d had burning blue eyes, the same man who’d loved her and died for her…and the man who’d brought her back from death.
Things had been dizzyingly heady, after that, but even then he hadn’t pushed for more than she was ready to give. He hadn’t said a word about the fact that she hadn’t shared that final, intimate experience in her mind with him, that she hadn’t said those words yet.
I am the Bad Wolf.
Because she would. She knew it now, and so did he, and why should they hurry? She knew, even if he didn’t (not quite yet), that they had all the time in the world and for now they were just happy.
“Rose?” He’d stopped dancing, and was holding her close, looking at her in concern. “Are you alright?”
“‘M fine,” she smiled, reaching up to caress his face. “Just…thinkin.’”
His eyes blazed with an intensity that she knew all too well, the gaze her Doctor, in both of his bodies, had only ever turned on her. Because he loved her.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, hello darlings. Is this a private party or do you take multiple bookings?” Jack suddenly materialized beside them, waggling his eyebrows and breaking the spell.
Rose rolled her eyes as the Doctor turned to Jack with a scowl. “What do you want?”
“Well, I like that! There I was, minding my own business, when I got a call about chasing taxis and robot santas.” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Ring a bell?”
“He’s really pleased you came.” Rose poked the Doctor before turning to Jack. “Did you find anything?”
Jack’s smile dimmed and he waved them off the dancefloor with a grim expression, leading them over to Mickey. “Yeah…you’re not gonna like it though.”
The Doctor exhaled. “Right, what have you got?”
“Yeah, hello to you too.” Mickey turned a glare on them. “You’re both ridiculous by the way- makes me queasy watching the two of you.”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Come on then, Micks, get on with it.”
“Right, well, your girl is one Donna Noble, works at H.C. Clements as a temp.”
“We’d already gathered as much!” The Doctor folded his arms. “Don’t you have anything useful?”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Graciou as always, Doc. And I’m afraid I do, but as I said…you’re not gonna like it.”
The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “Tell me.”
“H.C. Clements is owned by the Torchwood Institute.”
Rose stared. “Say what?”
“Yeah.” Jack exhaled. “The London branch of Torchwood, to be exact.”
“But-”
“It doesn’t exist anymore, I know.” Jack looked at them sobrely. “We disbanded it a few weeks ago, after Canary Wharf. But it looks like somebody bought this firm up twenty-three years ago, and if this Donna is involved in anyway…”
“Her fiance is head of HR at H.C. Clements,” Rose said quietly. “Donna’s a temp there. They’ve been together for six months.”
Jack blinked. “Six months? And they’re getting married? Isn’t that a bit-”
“Yes, yes, it’s quick,” the Doctor cut in. “Focus, Jack! We still have no idea why Torchwood is interested in Donna- because mark my words, it’s them. They’ve shown no compunction at all about meddling in things they don’t understand.”
“Here, boss,” Mickey cut in. “There hasn’t been no Torchwood London for the past few weeks. I should know- closed it myself.”
Mickey had decided to return to Cardiff with Jack after Canary Wharf, and Rose was glad for him. Jack had offered him the chance to grow, and have his own adventures instead of being their third-wheel, and he’d taken it. By the sounds of it, he was enjoying it.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “But it was there for the last six months, Mickey, and just because you’ve closed the office doesn’t mean that there aren’t some of the old gang lurking about with unfinished business. Or worse, someone else has come in and taken over the operation.” He exhaled in frustration. “If only I could work out why. What do they want with Donna, and what did they do that landed her on the TARDIS?”
Jack passed him his mobile. “We managed to find this- one of the guests has posted it to My Space. It’s the footage of when she disappeared.”
“Right, she’s walking up the aisle, goose stepping as you humans do, no idea why, and then…oh. Oh. This is very, very not good. That’s impossible. That’s ancient!”
“What?” Rose demanded. “It looked like…if I didn’t know better I’d say it was Artron energy- like when you regenerated.”
“It isn’t.” He turned to her, eyes wide. “I….that looks like Huon particles.”
“What’s that?”
“They’re deadly. And defunct! Huon energy doesn’t exist anymore, not for billions of years.” He swallowed. “We got rid of them- my people did. They unravel the atomic structure. And they can’t be hidden by a bio-damper.”
“Oh my God.” Rose turned and dashed into the middle of the wiggling dancers. “Donna! Donna! They’ve found you! You have to get out! Get everyone out!”
“But I was supposed to be safe.” Donna looked almost vulnerable.
“The bio-damper doesn’t work- not with you. Come on, we’ve got to get everyone out!”
“Too late!” Mickey called from near the doors, peering outside. “They’re here. And we’re trapped.”
“Bugger.” The Doctor turned and, waving his sonic, cut off the music. “Stay away from the trees! Get away from the Christmas trees!”
“But-” An older woman Rose thought might be Donna’s mum began, only to have the Doctor whirl on her.
“But nothing! Get away from the trees!”
“Too late!” Jack called, drawing his gun as the baubles rose into the air and six santas lined up in front of the bar. “Everybody take cover!”
“Oh, honestly, do you always think with your weapon, Harkness?”
Rose rolled her eyes at Jack’s gleeful expression as she ducked behind the bar.
“Oi! Santa! Word of advice. If you’re attacking a man with a sonic screwdriver, don’t let him near the sound system.” The Doctor waved his sonic at the DJ’s desk and a horrific screeching caused the robots to explode.
Jack grinned. “Business as usual, eh Rosie?”
“S’pose so.” She shook her head as the Doctor muttered about separate remotes and people began to call for help. “Never a quiet Christmas since I met him.”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way! And neither would I!” The Doctor called, striding over with Donna in tow. “Even if it does mean we have to go to your mum’s for dinner after this.”
“Yeah,” she grinned, inexplicably happy despite the chaos and ever-present danger. “I’m so glad I met you.”
His eyes burned. “Better with two.”
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Not too far away, another TARDIS stood with the Doctor lounging in the doorway as Rose laughed at him.
“How are you still so rubbish at landings?”
“I am not!”
Rose rolled her eyes. “So you meant to land us in our own timeline however many years ago, so we could watch our younger selves fight killer santa robots?”
He cleared his throat. “There may have been a slight miscalculation involved. And it’s twenty-three years, four months and six days. To be exact.”
“Course there was.” Rose grinned. “Admit it, you’re a rubbish driver and you’ve always been a rubbish driver.”
“You take that back, Rose Tyler!”
She arched an eyebrow. “Why don’t you make me?”
“Why don’t you come over here and I’ll make you?” His eyes burned with a look Rose knew all too well.
She smirked and sidled over to him. “Feels a bit strange to be standin’ out here cuddlin’ while our younger selves are in there bein’ chased by those creepy robots.”
“They’ll manage.” He shrugged. “We did, after all. Long as we don’t interfere, everything will play out as it should do.”
“Yeah.” She gave him a meaningful look. “It will.”
He caught her meaning, and smiled. “Soon enough, that poor sod inside will have everything he’s ever wanted, everything he never thought he could have- including a wife.” He tapped her temple. “A bondmate. And everything he’s ever gone through, every loss, every sorrow, will be worth it. Because it all led me to you.”
She leaned closer and kissed him softly. “Even if you had to wait so long?”
“Even then.” He smirked. “Besides, I’m a Time Lord, Rose. What’s a measly year or two in the scheme of things?”
“Yeah.”
“What about you?”
She blinked. “Me?”
“Yes. You.” He looked at her in the way only he could. Her Doctor. “Has it all been worth it?”
She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking back over the last twenty-odd years, of adventure and heartbreak, of trauma and fear and danger and of hope and life and healing and love.
Always love.
She turned to him with a smile. “Yeah. Every bit of it.”
He gave her the smile that was hers alone and pulled her close for a moment, resting his chin on her hair.
She exhaled. “It meant a lot, you know.”
“What did?” He pulled back, cocking an eyebrow quizzically before taking her hand and sliding his fingers between hers.
“That you told me you loved me, that you asked me to marry you and bond with you before you even knew about the changes.”
He smiled and kissed her. “I’d do it again. That fool inside will do it again for me, soon enough.” He huffed. “Was a heck of a shock, though. Naughty TARDIS, hiding the structural alterations to your genetic makeup all this time.”
Rose laughed. “She probably decided we didn’t need to know.”
“Cheeky ship,” he muttered. “I’ll decide what’s need to know and what isn’t.”
“No regrets, though?” She cocked her head, watching him, tongue touching her teeth.
“None,” he said huskily, leaning in to chase her tongue. “I’m so glad I met you, Rose Tyler.”
“Better with two,” she smiled, before leaning in to kiss him again.
Summary: While waiting out an unlikely infestation/invasion, the Doctor tells Rose and Jack about a rather…unusual…incident from his past.
Notes: Er, so, hi? *waves timidly*. It’s been a long while, I know- RL has been VERY rude. And apparently this is the first thing that my muse has decided that we need to share after all this time. It’s utter crack, from start to finish (totally not sorry!), and those of you who know me are probably not at all surprised by the content of this crackitude. *grins sheepishly* Fair warning, I’m VERY rusty.To be fair, it’s not entirely my fault- a friend sent me this crazy article and, well, the muse took over after that. Thanks to rose–nebula for the beta x Soooo…..yeah. Enjoy the lunacy and if you hate it please don’t come after me with a crepe?
Rose turned to the Doctor. “Right, what we gonna do then?”
“Do?” He cocked his head.
“About the crazy giant moose-things that have taken over the ski park, Doctor!’ Rose stared at him. “Or were you plannin’ to just sit here in front of a sixty-first century ski park an’ wait it out until aliens try to take over the world again?”
“Who said anything about aliens?”
Jack stared. “Wait, you mean they’re NOT aliens?
“Nope. Just angry meeses.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Rose frowned. “Did you say meeses?”
“Yeah. Plural of moose. Used to be moose, but they changed because of a mad lawyer in the early twenty-first century. Nutella-crazed, moose-obsessed nutter, she was.”
“Nutella-crazed…what? ” Rose shook her head in bewilderment.
“Oh yeah, complete nutter. Whacked me over the head with a crepe, once.”
“Oooooh, kinky.” Jack waggled his eyebrows. “You randy old Time Lord, you.”
“That wasn’t a euphemism, you oversexed sod! She thumped me with a crepe. Literally.”
Rose narrowed her eyes. “What’d you do, then?”
“Why d’you always assume I’ve done something?” The Doctor crossed his arms indignantly, leather jacket creaking.
Rose folded her own arms in response. “Cause I know you, Doctor. You always do something.”
“Honestly, Rose, I’m insulted. Me own wife, of all people, thinkin’ the worst of me! Hurts a bloke’s feelings, that does.”
Rose raised an eyebrow. “Doctor.”
“Honestly, Rose! I have feelings , you know.”
“Nope.” The other brow went up. “Not buyin’ it. What’d you do? ”
“Nothing, really.” He cleared his throat. “I might’ve half-inched a jar of Nutella.”
Rose stared at him, not saying a word.
He looked intently at the toe of his left boot. “…from the cafe she was sitting in. As they were about to put it on her crepe.”
“Doctor!”
“What? I was peckish, Rose, and I had a hankering!”
Jack whistled. “You stole a Nutella addict’s Nutella? You’re lucky you’re still alive to talk about it.”
“You’re not wrong. Thought I was going to regenerate then and there,” the Time Lord grumbled. “Not that I was overly fond of that body anway. Too shifty by half, that one.”
“Which you was it?”
“Seventh.”
“Ah.” Rose bit her lip, trying to hold in a laugh.
“What?” The Doctor demanded. “What’s so funny?”
“S’just…the mental image of creepy shepherd-magician you bein’ chased by a crazy woman wavin’ a crepe.” She snorted. “S’ridiculous, Doctor.”
Jack giggled.
“Oi! That’s enough of that!” The Doctor looked outraged. “I could’ve been seriously injured, Rose! She threatened to throw me to a moose, you know!”
Rose tried harder to stifle her laughter. “Did she even have a moose?”
“Well, I wasn’t takin’ any chances! She was screechin’ about Rupert and the Twice Victorious Meese Army! I wasn’t sticking around to find out!”
“Rupert?” Rose burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. “A moose named Rupert?”
“Rupert the Battle Moose, First Commander of the Regimental Horde of Very Angry Meeses, if you don’t mind.”
Rose only laughed harder.
“It’s not funny, Rose! I could’ve been seriously injured, me! Have you seen the size of them?”
She tried to stop laughing. She really did, but Jack’s explosive laughter didn’t help.
“Stop that!” The Doctor snapped. “Death by moose is a very serious business, Rose!”
She squeaked.
“Rose!”
“Death by moose,” she wheezed. “Death by moose!”
“Yes, death by moose!” He shuddered. “Pretty certain that regeneration by meeselation has never happened before. Can you imagine what I’d look like if I’d formed meself on the last thing I’d seen?
Unable to help it any longer, Rose collapsed in a pile on the ground, laughing hysterically. Distantly, she heard Jack crackling with laughter. She wasn’t surprised; picturing the Doctor with antlers and a goofy-looking moose face did that to a person.
The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “I picked up a jar of Nutella from Tesco on our last visit to Jackie- you just see if I share any!”
“Course you will,” Jack wiped at his eyes. “As if you’ve ever been able to say no to Rose.”
“Of course I can!” The Doctor scoffed. “I’m a Time Lord, me- stern of will and strong of purpose.”
“And smitten of the Rose and whipped of the affection.”
“That’s not the right phrasing.” The Doctor scowled. “And I’m not whipped.”
“As a training post in a Victorian army camp, oh, yes you are.” Jack waggled his eyebrows.
Rose smiled cheerfully at him from the forest floor. “You know you love me, Doctor.”
The Doctor grunted.
“You know you do.” She stood, dusting herself off and slipping her arm into his. “An’ I love you, even if you do get yourself attacked by crazy people carrying random foodstuffs.”
He grumbled.
Winking at Jack, she steered the sulky Time Lord towards the clearing in which they’d left the TARDIS. “Come on then, why don’t we talk about it over a nice cup of tea and some Nutella on toast?”
“S’pose,” the Doctor muttered at last, absently lacing his fingers with hers as they strode along.
“Honestly.” Jack shook his head as he watched them go. “ Sosmitten.”
Rose, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!
Jack: Rose, sit down! Tell us all about it. Doctor, would you get Rose some water?
Ten: What is she gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?
That’s one heck of a Torchwood Cosplay Group. I know I know, not technically Doctor Who, but I thought it was awesome and thus here it is. Plus 10 somehow managed to sneak into the picture.
“John: “What’s really great about it,” he says, “And I’m going to be selfish here, is the relationship that we created between Jack and Ianto. The writing on the show changed history quite a bit. Because here were two people who were quite unapologetic about the relationship that they were in together, but also that it wasn’t an easy relationship. The audience hadn’t seen that at the time - two men together was always seen as being a bit of a no-no. But Russell [T Davies] just didn’t want to apologise for people’s sexuality. Ianto was the same - when he’s talking about Jack to his sister and he says, ‘I just like him because of who he is.’ It was a really important thing to say. In life you’re not defined by what you do in the bedroom, you’re defined by who you fall in love with.“ Gareth:“There was never an episode about them being in a same-sex relationship. It was just a relationship that was in a sci-fi show.” John: “It changed things in the States. That was massively important to a lot of people - so many people come up to me and say, ‘Thank you.’ And I like to take credit for that, but I have to say, ‘Thank the writers.’” Gareth: “I’m like that with the Shrine. People ask me, ‘What’s it like to have a Shrine?’ Well, it’s not just to me, it’s to everyone who put work into Ianto.” John: *laughs* “Oh, I put a lot in.””
— John Barrowman and Gareth David Lloyd talking about Torchwood, May 2016 - Gay Times Magazine, October 2016 Issue.
I’m reblogging this because this isn’t seen enough by people.
Thasmin is adorable said I ship it. Time and space travelling queers is everything.
I mean, I’m not surprised at all? Chris Chibnall was the head writer of S1 and S2 of Torchwood and wrote some of the most iconic scenes between the canon gay couple in it and everyone in that show was queer. I’m not giving up hope.
Okay but do you ever think of Ianto’s reaction to Jack saying “Ianto, we’re having a baby” ??
He runs to see what Jack is talking about with shock and awe and a little smile. Ianto doesn’t know Jack is talking about Gwen?
Jack’s first line in Torchwood was about the fact that he had been pregnant before and he was talking to thin air so we’re assuming he’s talking into the comms and Ianto can hear? And the Exodus Code confirmed that Jack is intersex.
Like did Ianto think Jack was pregnant or something?
Even though a lot of people find the moment between Jack/Original Jack to be incredibly poignant and romantic, I can’t watch the episode or read stories about it without cringing and getting upset all over again. There is nothing romantic about Jack telling Original Jack there is no one at home for him when Ianto is shooting Owen as a measure of loyalty to Jack. And then Jack kisses him in public in the next episode! It makes me wonder what’s wrong with me that it affects me so much.
I’m glad I’m not the only one that feels this way.
I tend to yell at the TV during that bit.
Jack sometimes acts completely wack, not jack/ianto but in some episodes he just snaps at toshiko?? She’s just doing her damn best leave her alone
Let’s also get into the fact that what Jack did to OG Jack was so reckless and selfish? Yes the man was going to die the next day but you do not out a man in front of the entire dance hall? A dance could be brushed off but a kiss??? It is the 1940s where OG Jack could have been discharged and arrested for being gay? OG Jack didn’t know he was gonna die the next day? What if OG Jack woke up the next day and purposely crashed his plane out of internalised homophobia and guilt? I hate the Torchwood writers for this episode.
