for Jack (Sunday)

[sortofaman]

The skies could have been dark or sunlit, the truth was that the Doctor didn't know either way and didn't care. He was looking for Jack; he was looking for Jack because he hadn't seen him, didn't know if he knew, and he didn't really know if Jack would care.

But he needed to know either way. Because part of it Rob understood and part of it Jack would understand, and the two didn't quite mix together. And Rob was busy feeding Nate, and he had a moment or two to breathe if his chest would allow it.

That was all right. As long as he could find Jack, stepping through the snow, his own figure a lost man in a dark coat swirling just against the surface.

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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"If you are, so am I," the Doctor replied, looking back at him and resting his forehead against his. "So there."

He felt better, Sort of.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"So there," Jack replied gently, his hand coming to rest on the Doctor's shoulder. The man had told him once that he couldn't be everything to everyone. Maybe he was right and maybe he wasn't, but Jack could be this for him right now. A stone in the ocean, or something like that.