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calufraxStory: Voices like Bittersweet Needles
Author: Novemberchild
Rating: Adult/R
Word Count: 7,741
Author's Summary: The Doctor has these boxes throughout the TARDIS. Small cubes, with a light shining outward. Jack is pretty sure they're not just lamps.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness/Eleventh Doctor, TARDIS
Warnings: Explicit Sex - Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Standalone
Recced because: This story is what drew me to this author (and happily from this, we have become very dear friends)! Novemberchild has a unique and powerful grasp of what drives a character - and definitely is not afraid to push limits, boundaries and pressure points to drive a story. Each tale from this writer has a raw, gritty quality that leaves you rooting for more, even as you fear (for) and exalt (with) the characters. Good or evil, her take on these beloved characters will grip you and you will walk away with insights that make you question and fall in love all over again. This story especially gripped me, as I know the Eleventh Doctor holds his pain close and is very selfish about sharing. Jack is one to not quit though. Our Captain has always been one to push the envelope, even if the consequences are ones he prefers to not face. Both of these characters have such big hearts, are so desperate lonely - and have that fear of opening up. But they do have that drive to care, to help others. Let this author show you how they can do those things together, for each other, as only Jack and the Eleventh can!
Now Jack was not a very powerful telepath. He'd had some basic training at the Agency, of course, but it had never been his strong suit. Besides, after having his memories stolen (not to mention some unpleasant experiences with a certain other Time Lord), Jack had avoided telepathy in every sense of the word. He didn't like it, his mind was his, a private space for him alone.
But when he'd picked up the box, there had been a voice in his head and that had frightened him in a way he had not been scared in a long, long time. Jack stood, frozen, looking down at the glowing box at his feet. He had recoiled from the box so violently that he hadn't even registered what the voice had said. Slowly, he squatted, extended a hand, and touched-
'..require immediate assistance! Please, if anyone is still alive out there..'
-and withdrew with a grimace. He had goosebumps all over. It hadn't just been the voice. It had been the sounds and the smells and the chaos and the overwhelming urgency behind it all. 'Please, please, please come, I need you, somebody, anybody.'
Jack ran a hand through his hair and stood up straight again, looking at the box, still, all the while. When whatever was inside had slipped into his mind so easily, he had for a moment feared they had an intruder on their hands. Some telepathic enemy entity, posing as some harmless object, breeching the security of the TARDIS. (And oh, Jack had no idea how close he was to some kind of truth, in a way.) It wasn't, though, and Jack wished it was, because that option was preferable to reality.
Author: Novemberchild
Rating: Adult/R
Word Count: 7,741
Author's Summary: The Doctor has these boxes throughout the TARDIS. Small cubes, with a light shining outward. Jack is pretty sure they're not just lamps.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness/Eleventh Doctor, TARDIS
Warnings: Explicit Sex - Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Standalone
Recced because: This story is what drew me to this author (and happily from this, we have become very dear friends)! Novemberchild has a unique and powerful grasp of what drives a character - and definitely is not afraid to push limits, boundaries and pressure points to drive a story. Each tale from this writer has a raw, gritty quality that leaves you rooting for more, even as you fear (for) and exalt (with) the characters. Good or evil, her take on these beloved characters will grip you and you will walk away with insights that make you question and fall in love all over again. This story especially gripped me, as I know the Eleventh Doctor holds his pain close and is very selfish about sharing. Jack is one to not quit though. Our Captain has always been one to push the envelope, even if the consequences are ones he prefers to not face. Both of these characters have such big hearts, are so desperate lonely - and have that fear of opening up. But they do have that drive to care, to help others. Let this author show you how they can do those things together, for each other, as only Jack and the Eleventh can!
Now Jack was not a very powerful telepath. He'd had some basic training at the Agency, of course, but it had never been his strong suit. Besides, after having his memories stolen (not to mention some unpleasant experiences with a certain other Time Lord), Jack had avoided telepathy in every sense of the word. He didn't like it, his mind was his, a private space for him alone.
But when he'd picked up the box, there had been a voice in his head and that had frightened him in a way he had not been scared in a long, long time. Jack stood, frozen, looking down at the glowing box at his feet. He had recoiled from the box so violently that he hadn't even registered what the voice had said. Slowly, he squatted, extended a hand, and touched-
'..require immediate assistance! Please, if anyone is still alive out there..'
-and withdrew with a grimace. He had goosebumps all over. It hadn't just been the voice. It had been the sounds and the smells and the chaos and the overwhelming urgency behind it all. 'Please, please, please come, I need you, somebody, anybody.'
Jack ran a hand through his hair and stood up straight again, looking at the box, still, all the while. When whatever was inside had slipped into his mind so easily, he had for a moment feared they had an intruder on their hands. Some telepathic enemy entity, posing as some harmless object, breeching the security of the TARDIS. (And oh, Jack had no idea how close he was to some kind of truth, in a way.) It wasn't, though, and Jack wished it was, because that option was preferable to reality.
