The Unforgotten Country

TITLE: Somewhere Ages and Ages Hence
FANDOM: Doctor Who and Torchwood
LENGTH/RATING: 187 words, PG-13, Ten/Jack (yes it's possible to have PG Slash, now shush)
SUMMARY: Written for drabbles Day 8 Prompt: Song/Poem: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost, but horribly, horribly too long... *mourns*


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Jack's younger the next time the Doctor sees him, centuries younger and still flaunting that unabashed joy in life he never seems to lose. Time travel plays merry havoc with personal continuums and it's hard not to tell him go away, stay away, stop before she breaks you... because the Jack that was and the Jack that is are nothing but distorted images, ripped to pieces by the weft and weave of time.

But Jack is Jack, warnings will only guarantee the inevitable, so the Doctor turns to leave.

"Do I know you?" There's a hand on his arm and blue eyes, earnestly confused.

"Not yet."

There's the flash of a smile, and it's not what he meant, but it's how Jack takes it, and the Doctor already knows he'll be forgotten, because he's already been forgotten, so what does it matter?

The future can wait, just a little bit longer.

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TITLE: Homonyms, Homophones, and Homographs (or: Rainy Days and TARDIS's)
FANDOM: Doctor Who
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Written for dw100 Challenge #201: Train


The TARDIS learned to translate concepts, not words, because English was a strange little language...

"It's a bit of a dress," Rose eyed her companions with something akin to pity, "you know, the flowing bit everyone steps on unless it's carried by small children."

"Not even close," Jack grinned. "It's engines and freight cars, whistles and smoke-- unless you've gone electric, but what's the fun in that?"

"It's the light of a wishing star, the entropic death of comets." The Doctor was brooding again.

So she threw a pillow at him... and their foray into linguistic scrabble devolved from there.

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