It was just like the Doctor to show up without calling first, but for him to show up without calling first... and in a new regeneration wasn't exactly what Jack had been expecting. Still he always had a knack for being able to tell that it was actually The Doctor he knew just by that all knowing smirk that came across. Jack simply shook his head and took it all in stride. Every few years she'd pop up and it wasn't that he minded the gentle intrusion, he just wished he had a better grasp on just when she was going to show up. For an ex-rogue-Time-Agent he thought he should have at least figured out the pattern. However there was no pattern to discern, and he was pretty sure if there had been, it would have taken the fun out of the big blue Police Box just dropping into Torchwood, or his flat, or over the rift.
Then the years ticked on and his flat moved to the third sun of the Faryn Piers and Torchwood was now a mobile station hovering in the blackness of space shifting to where it was needed within a few milliseconds. It had been years of alien technology reverted and reissued and retrofitted to their needs, and their needs had gotten to be many.
Now Jack was still the same as ever, and when that familiar sound of the Police Box started up in the distance that Jack knew wasn't so distant he just rested his feet up on the edge of the table and waited.
***
"So Jack! How long has it been?"
"Oh I'd say at least a few hundred years?"
"Really? Well, for you then, cause I swear I just saw you a few months ago... but that's how things go, which I know you know."
"That I do Doctor, but I'll tell you that your timing is perfect this time, you've arrived for Iceden, and I actually have a gift for you."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow at Jack, "You do realize I'm still not interested in the gift you tried to give me last time my timing was 'perfect' Jack."
Laughing Jack recalled the first holiday that had arrived on the same day that the newly curved and sultry Doctor had started to drop in on him and shook his head, "Oh no... see this time? I actually bought it for you."
Jack stood up and headed over to the storage bin where he'd had it waiting for only a few months on the off chance that he lucked out this year, "Quite a rarity I'll have you know. The company ceased to exist after the sugar fields burned up on Earth. However I have a friend who knows a guy... managed to get these circa Earth 2007 just for you."
Jack held out the wrapped box that weighed about twenty pounds give or take. When she opened it she'd find herself the proud owner of twenty pounds of Banana Jelly Babies. Which Jack recalled she rather preferred.
"Festive Iceden Doctor," Jack beamed, "And this time sans me coming out of the back room with only a bow on."
[Happy Holidays from Jack Harkness Writer -- Gift A & Gift B!!]
Then the years ticked on and his flat moved to the third sun of the Faryn Piers and Torchwood was now a mobile station hovering in the blackness of space shifting to where it was needed within a few milliseconds. It had been years of alien technology reverted and reissued and retrofitted to their needs, and their needs had gotten to be many.
Now Jack was still the same as ever, and when that familiar sound of the Police Box started up in the distance that Jack knew wasn't so distant he just rested his feet up on the edge of the table and waited.
"So Jack! How long has it been?"
"Oh I'd say at least a few hundred years?"
"Really? Well, for you then, cause I swear I just saw you a few months ago... but that's how things go, which I know you know."
"That I do Doctor, but I'll tell you that your timing is perfect this time, you've arrived for Iceden, and I actually have a gift for you."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow at Jack, "You do realize I'm still not interested in the gift you tried to give me last time my timing was 'perfect' Jack."
Laughing Jack recalled the first holiday that had arrived on the same day that the newly curved and sultry Doctor had started to drop in on him and shook his head, "Oh no... see this time? I actually bought it for you."
Jack stood up and headed over to the storage bin where he'd had it waiting for only a few months on the off chance that he lucked out this year, "Quite a rarity I'll have you know. The company ceased to exist after the sugar fields burned up on Earth. However I have a friend who knows a guy... managed to get these circa Earth 2007 just for you."
Jack held out the wrapped box that weighed about twenty pounds give or take. When she opened it she'd find herself the proud owner of twenty pounds of Banana Jelly Babies. Which Jack recalled she rather preferred.
"Festive Iceden Doctor," Jack beamed, "And this time sans me coming out of the back room with only a bow on."
[Happy Holidays from Jack Harkness Writer -- Gift A & Gift B!!]
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