"Yeah? Well I'm no ordinary companion," Jack said with a grin and a dash too much inflated self importance. Mostly false, of course, but not entirely.
It was right, when it was like this. Him, the Doctor and the TARDIS. It made him feel like he had a genuine reason to keep going. Not just because he had to, but because he wanted to. The Doctor made him want to.
The kiss ended and he stroked his fingers gently along the Doctor's cheek, keeping himself close.
Hearing the words meant more than even perhaps he realised they would. He felt warmed from the inside, and he needed that. He'd needed to know that, even if deep down he already did. He needed to hear it.
And he remembered, oh of course he remembered. He remembered the question clear as a bell, and the response that had shot so painfully through him.
"I know," he smiled back, squeezing tighter on his hand, "I always knew," and he pressed his lips down for another kiss, giving more than he could really say with words.
In the distance, the serene calm seemed to change. Barely perceptible, and not at all to those not tuned to it. But a distant sound, like a white noise or a radio transmission. A crackle far away that seemed to fizzle and get closer. And at the same time (though with eyes closed he didn't notice it), the pink sky faded and turned to white.
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Date: 2010-01-02 08:40 am (UTC)It was right, when it was like this. Him, the Doctor and the TARDIS. It made him feel like he had a genuine reason to keep going. Not just because he had to, but because he wanted to. The Doctor made him want to.
The kiss ended and he stroked his fingers gently along the Doctor's cheek, keeping himself close.
Hearing the words meant more than even perhaps he realised they would. He felt warmed from the inside, and he needed that. He'd needed to know that, even if deep down he already did. He needed to hear it.
And he remembered, oh of course he remembered. He remembered the question clear as a bell, and the response that had shot so painfully through him.
"I know," he smiled back, squeezing tighter on his hand, "I always knew," and he pressed his lips down for another kiss, giving more than he could really say with words.
In the distance, the serene calm seemed to change. Barely perceptible, and not at all to those not tuned to it. But a distant sound, like a white noise or a radio transmission. A crackle far away that seemed to fizzle and get closer. And at the same time (though with eyes closed he didn't notice it), the pink sky faded and turned to white.