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Some people live more in twenty years than others do in eighty. It's not the time that matters. it's the person.

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Written in Blood || Jack and Doc

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“I-” For once in his life, Captain Jack Harkness was speechless. He stared at John for quite a long moment, his gaze going to and from his friend’s face to his neck before snapping out of his thoughts and stepping back. “Doc…” slowly, the immortal started to shake his head in protest.

Feeling his hand on his shoulder, Jack silently cursed himself before turning back around to face him. It was then that his fangs had emerged once more as John’s bloodied fingers traced his lips.

Normally, under any other circumstance, Jack would be giving in. Now he was doing all that he could to resist.

“I can’t,” he whispered, scared that if he drank anymore of John’s blood that he would end up draining him and leaving him for dead -or worse; turning him. Swallowing thickly, he silently pleaded with John to stop inviting him and to stop teasing him so.

But before he could really stop himself, Jack found that he was replying to his question. “The source,” even if he really wasn’t intending on taking anymore blood from him.

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Doc could see the resistance from Jack, but the part of him that was screaming at himself to stop was all but inaudible now. He could see the desire in Jack’s eyes, the warring emotions, the conflict that toyed out so deliciously across his friend’s face. 

So many strings to pull.

“Don’t worry,” he said, brushing his knuckles across Jack’s cheek. “You’ll be just fine. He leaned in close, brushing his lips across the shell of Jack’s ear. The smell of blood hung heavy in the air - he could smell it, and he was certain that Jack could too. “You know you want it,” he whispered.

Could a demon even be turned, he wondered? But he was fairly certain that he could stop Jack before he drank him dry - even if the vampire lost control. Simple Time Lord trick - he’d done it to plasmavores in the past - allowing her to drink most of him dry, but cutting off access at a critical point. And this time, he didn’t even need to fake his death.

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Text - Doc and Doctor

DOCTOR: Not a demon, no.

DOCTOR: Who? In what way are they acting different?

Doc: It's like the basic nature of the creature that we are is trying to take over.

Doc: We fought. Nearly did each other serious harm.

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Y’know, I wasn’t going to give this a reply. I really wasn’t, but then I thought… why let you bother me? So yeah, angels can lie just like the rest of the lot.

I’m just choosing not to right now. I do want to change back to who I was before all of this, mostly for myself but I figured you’d appreciate it too.

But go on then, have it out.

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Rose--

I’m sorry. I can’t even say I don’t know what came over me, because I know exactly what came over me. 

I have a book. Perhaps we can find a way to change both of us back. Work together.

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Every Demon For Himself || Doc and Sam

It had been a while since Doc had heard from Sam, but he was sure that his fellow demon hadn’t been idle. Sam had a book too, and a vendetta against angels, and Doc, to be honest, wasn’t quite sure he trusted Sam not to go on a killing spree if push came to shove.

And with tempers flaring around the Pocket and Rose acting the way she was... he was pretty sure that it was just a matter of time before the first spark set the entire forest ablaze.

He was just pondering what to do as he cut through the park on his way back to the Hub from the Doctor’s TARDIS, when - speak of the devil (quite literally) - he ran into Sam going the other way.

Raising a hand, he waved in greeting and smiled cheerfully. “Sam! Just the one I was looking for. So about that thing with the angels... have you found a way to change them back yet?”

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The Moon and Sun ⚝ Rose + Doc | Event 10

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As much as Meg was attempting to avoid the entire affair between everyone turning into some kind of supernatural creature or another-she was spectacularly failing at it.

Dean had become an angel, Sam a demon, and the rest of the town she hadn’t paid much attention to or cared about.

All, of course, except for one; Doc.

She’d already angered him once, but now that she was trying to stay on everyone’s good side, she’d decided to play an advocate to him and to Dean. Especially since Sam was being a major dick about the whole thing.

However, Meg was not expecting to hear a major crash within the bar that she had just decided to visit. Nor was she expecting to see so much wasted alcohol surrounding her one and almost only friend.

Trudging through the glass and spilled liquor, she moved to knock most of it out of the way before pulling John up to a stand. “Should I ask or are we both going to completely pretend that this never happened?”

Raising a brow, she gave a glance around to see if they were in danger before beginning to brush off some of the shards of glass that decided to litter all over his suit.

“At least you could have aimed for the vodka shelf though.”

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The smell of alcohol was ... curiously inviting. Running his hand through a puddle, he licked a finger, then made a bit of a face. Evidently, turning into a demon hadn’t made him any more fond of alcohol than before.

The thought of demons made him think of Rose, and angels, prompting him surge to his feet... only to slip. He would have tumbled right back down if Meg hadn’t reached out to grab him at that point.

“Rose,” he growled, shaking glass off and making a face at all the wet patches. At least there wasn’t too much blood, just minor nicks that would heal quickly enough. The bruises were another matter, and he was feeling decidedly unsteady on his feet - not badly injured, but not in any shape to go rushing straight out after Rose. Which he suspected was exactly her intention.

“She’s changed,” he said, narrowing his eyes and staring out of the bar towards where she had been. “She’s...” making a frustrated gesture, he tried to calm himself a little and turned back to Meg. “I tried to talk to her, and she tried to --” he took a deep breath, fighting his instincts, and tried again, “We ended up trying to fight.”

Peering out of the window to see whether Rose was still in sight, he shook his head when he saw nothing, and went to pour himself a glass of water. “How is she so powerful? How do I defeat her?”

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Written in Blood || Jack and Doc

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“I’m not wanting to ask nor am I wanting to subject anyone to it.” Stubbornly, Jack tried to resist as much as possible. He didn’t want to be this close to John, but the lure of the blood was just so strong and he couldn’t–

Pausing, Jack raised a brow when John began to explain the effects of demon blood and how it was and could be an addiction. 

“I’ve heard rumours about that, yeah.” He spoke quietly, feeling even more ashamed that he’d done it than he did before. “I don’t know. Not enough to kill you, but enough to make you feel weak.” Frowning, Jack placed a hand over his mouth to resist anymore temptation before turning away from his friend.

“It’s disgusting-” he paused and whirled around to give John a wide-eyed look. “No offense! But you taste like rotten eggs and iron. Not very pretty.” He gave a sort of shrug before attempting a smile. 

“And what are you proposing? Because I’m not going to take blood from anyone. Not if I can help it. I’m going to stay put here in the basement and it might be best if you lock me up in my office until all of this passes over.”

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“Addicted to me, hm? I can’t say I object.” Part of him was screaming that this wasn’t him, but that was being drowned out by his desire for control and power. Jack loved him, he reasoned. In many ways, Jack was already addicted to him. Having him more closely wrapped around his little finger was just a logical extension. 

Catching Jack’s shoulder as he turned away, he smirked when Jack turned back, then carefully wiped his blood stained fingers across his own lips, before leaning in to seal them over Jack’s. 

The taste of power was more than enough to override the stench of the blood.

“We can’t have you starving to death,” he said, pulling back just a little, knowing that his neck was still bleeding and this was likely driving Jack crazy. “I can spare some. If you don’t mind the taste, of course.”

He smirked. “Would you prefer it directly from the source, or should I get a blood bag?”

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Who are the keepers of the books? 

I just need to know, I promise I won’t do anything, I just… I want to have options.

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And I thought angels weren’t supposed to lie.

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Text - Doc and Doctor

DOCTOR: You have to come to me. I don't want anyone swiping it off of you. This book can't be in anyone's hands but ours. Not even those we trust.

Doc: Alright, hang on to your horses. I'll be there in a tick.

Doc: And Doctor? Be careful of Rose. I know you're not a demon - at least, I don't think you are, but

[pause]

Doc: She's acting different. All of them are.

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Text - Doc and Doctor

Doc: The news blog says that you have one of those books.

Doc: Could I have a peek?

DOCTOR: I have a book, but it's useless.

Doc: Here here, hand it over. Even if it's useless it'll be interesting reading.

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Text - Doc and Doctor

Doc: The news blog says that you have one of those books.

Doc: Could I have a peek?

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The Moon and Sun ⚝ Rose + Doc | Event 10

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“Demons lie and trick to get what they want!” She shouted, angry that he wasn’t quite understanding her nor was he seemingly willing to.

“The Doctor does, yes! I just thought that you maybe had more decency in you not to lie to me.” Her words came out heatedly, but as the sentence went on, they slowly came to a stop and she whispered out the very last word. But he’d made an act of war out of this, taking her message of pain as a means that she wanted to kill him.

She didn’t, she never did, but now she had to fight for herself or risk losing herself.

“Why are you being so stubborn!?!” She closed her eyes, but that didn’t seem to do much as the glow shone through anyway.

And then he made the worst mistake.

Feeling him trying to freeze her in place, Rose laid in wait until he got close enough for her to physically touch and hold. This time when she placed her hand onto his chest, it didn’t burn. Instead, it held him there.

“Doctor do me a favour,” her voice was not her own anymore, the Bad Wolf had taken over. Pulling herself closer to him, she brushed her cheek against his as she leaned up to whisper in his ear; “Run.” 

Without giving him a chance to, she pushed with most of her strength and sent him soaring backwards and towards the direction of the bar.

Turning away, Rose began to seep back through, suddenly feeling spent and weak all at the same time. Instinct told her to head back to the home she shared with John, and so she began her journey there until she collapsed just short of the front door.

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“I had more decency?” Doc snarled. The comment stung far worse than he had expected, stabbing past the urge to fight and rend and kill. “I was just trying to help you and you were trying to hurt me!” 

Advancing on her, he brought his hands up, aiming for her throat -- only to found himself apparently frozen in place. Something cut through the haze in his mind, probably inspired by his survival instincts, and he had a moment of clarity - at the same moment that Rose whispered in his ear to run.

Then he was flying backwards, with a sinking sense that things had just gone very pear shaped.

Crashing through the saloon doors of the bar, he flew straight into the counter and the bottles behind it. There was the sound of smashing glass and his back blazed with pain for a moment, before several bottles came crashing down on his head.

Groaning, he sat there for a long minute, before starting to brush the glass off.

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Doctor Who: The Girl in the Fireplace (2006)

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Going Bananas (Innuendo Battle 4)

Characters: Jack, Doc Timeline: Some time wibbly wobbly and timey wimey (pre Event 10, possibly)

Warnings: Do not read while consuming food or liquid. Or bananas.

[Scene: Jack walks into the Hub to find Doc eating a banana in absentminded fashion while staring at the computer.

Though ‘eating’ might be the wrong word. Let’s just say that he’s doing things to the banana with his mouth that probably shouldn’t be legal.]

Jack: (Clears his throat very clearly and walks to his desk)

Doc: (Without looking up) Sounds like you have a bad throat. Need something to suck on? 

Jack: (Just stares. Eventually tosses a wadded up ball of paper at Doc)

Doc: WHAT. If you wanted my banana you should just have said so!

Jack: (straight face; now definitely trolling) I want your banana.

Doc: (Still noming) No, get your own.

Jack: (throws another ball)

Doc: Why are you throw your balls at me?

Jack: To go with your banana. (pauses) You've got some nice hidden talents.

Doc: That's an odd change in topic. What kind of talents?

Jack: ...stuff. You know, eating bananas and all

Doc: (shrugs) I'm sure you're good at eating bananas too.

Jack: (stifles a laugh) not like you

Doc: Since when was banana eating a special talent anyway? (nomnomsnoms the banana)

Jack: Take a good, long, hard look at it, Doc.

Doc: (examines the banana very carefully) I don't see any problem with it. It's nice, fresh, firm, ripe but not overly so.

Jack: yeah, that it is. (stares) It's gotta nice shape to it too.

Doc: Hm, yes. I like this sort. (waves it around a bit) They're longer and bigger.

Jack: uh...huh. That they are. Doc: (sighs) Ok, alright, I know that look, Jack. You obviously want some of my banana. Come 'ere and have a taste, then. I can share.

Jack: Wrong banana, right idea. (troll face)

Doc: Did you know... the biggest bananas in the universe used to be found on Gallifrey. (dreamy look). I've tried many other bananas, but nothing measures up to a Gallifreyan banana.

Jack: How big was the Gallifreyan banana?

Doc: It certainly felt like it was bigger on the inside.

Jack: Oh I bet it did.

Doc: Still, gone now. (sniffs and takes a big bite of the banana, polishing it off).

Jack: (stares in amazement and wonder) I'm a little jealous.

Doc: (with his mouth full) Come to think of it... maybe I might be able... with the right tools and the right samples... (Thoughtfully) Maybe there’s a way you could sample a Gallifreyan banana one day. 

Jack: (pauses thoughtfully before giving a coy smile) I could think of a few quicker ways to sample a Gallifreyan banana.

Doc: (sad smile) I don't think so, Jack. I'm pretty sure that if there are any Gallifreyan bananas left... they're all tightly guarded.

Jack: (shrugs) I've waited this long, I think I can wait a while longer.

Doc: (claps Jack on the shoulder) I'm sure that if there's anyone around here who'd eventually get their hands on a Gallifreyan banana, it'd probably be you.

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Text | Sam and Doc

Doc: A what? That's not what Meg said... that can't be right.

Doc: Let me have a look.

Sam: Meg may as well be team angel. Do you really think we can fully trust her?

Sam: The book doesn't necessarily say human sacrifice. It's just...heavily pointing to it.

Doc: I

-long long long LONG pause-

Doc: What makes you say that? About Meg, I mean.

Doc: Where are you? I'll drop by to meet you.

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Heh. You are a clever clog, aren’t you?

Doctor – you old son of a gun, is that you?

That’s quite alright, commotions are kind of my thing. So tell me, what is it that’s got all your collective pants in a bunch? Something exciting, I hope. 

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Oh yes, I’m rather clever.

I’m sorry, have we met? 

We’re currently going through a bit of a of an exciting thing, yes. Everyone around appears to be changed into an angel, a demon, or some other creature - we have a vampire, a werewolf... two werewolves, actually. Honestly, it’s all a bit of a mess.

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The Moon and Sun ⚝ Rose + Doc | Event 10

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Rose was ready to send out more of an assault when she felt herself being shoved back and before she could do anything to stop him; she went sailing backwards and landing hard onto the ground. Letting out a low groan, Rose rolled over and onto her side for a moment before sitting up, her eyes ablaze with golden light.

She wasn’t quite angel and she wasn’t quite Bad Wolf.

She was a dangerous cocktail and something that shouldn’t ever have been created. Slowly she rose to her feet, anger and betrayal boiling in her blood beneath her skin as the ground beneath them began to tremble from her powers and the sky darkened from his.

“I never said I wanted to kill you,” she heatedly spat, offended at the fact that he’d assume such a thing. Deep down she loved him, she always would, but he was truly making it hard for her to do so in that moment. “You tried to trick me!” She spat, not giving him a chance to try to justify himself.

Shaking her head, Rose’s eyes momentarily flickered back to brown and her face softened. It wasn’t long until the anger stirred back when he began to blame her for being on the side of the angels. “Maybe we’re not all good, maybe we’re not all bad, but at least I’m not trying to make a shady deal.”

She gave a pause and levelled her gaze with him, “at least I’m being honest.”

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For a moment, the blaze in Rose’s eyes made him waver, realising that the power he was up against wasn’t just angelic. For a moment, he wanted to run to her, to hold her and apologise--

--but when he looked at her, he saw all the myriad beasts writhing under her skin again, the contortion and the wrongness. “I wasn’t trying to trick you,” he snapped. “It was a genuine offer - which you decided wasn’t real. And besides...”

His eyes flashed. “The Doctor lies. You know this.”

Calling upon his power, he drew darkness to him, the darkness coiling like serpents around him. “You’ve always accused me of running. This time... I won’t.”

So saying, he lunged at her, using his telekinesis to try and freeze her in place long enough to knock her out. 

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Written in Blood || Jack and Doc

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The blood.

It tasted of sulfur and ash, but underneath it he could taste the pureness that was time itself. And oh it was good. But the sulfuric taste was terrible and the ash was drying his mouth and-

Yelling as he tore his head back, Jack reached up to place his hand over his face where the broken glass had carved into him. Blood dripping from his chin, Jack stared over at John in horror at what he’d done. “Doc…” he whispered, snapping his fangs back and then backing away himself.

“I didn’t, I wouldn’t-” he dropped his hand from his face when he felt the cut heal. “I’m sorry, it isn’t an excuse but I haven’t been eating and the blood you were working with was just making me hungry and I snapped.” He paused and stared at the bite wounds before flicking his gaze back to John’s. “Did I take too much?”

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The blood.

It splashed over his hand as the glass sliced through skin, and for a moment, he couldn’t think. The urge to kill flared up, dark and ugly, and as Jack backed away, he lunged for him, slamming him down to the ground, as the world seemed to go darker.

“Oh yes, of course,” he said. “Should have realised that a vampire needs blood. Really, you should just have asked.” He clamped down on the killing instinct, considering how to turn this situation to his advantage. Jack was loyal to him, it was true, but even then, there were surely limits to that loyalty. Perhaps something more binding..

“It’s addictive, you know,” he said conversationally. “Demon blood. How much did you take?”

True, his neck was on fire and he was feeling the effects of blood loss, but it seemed that either his demon or Time Lord physiology was still capable of keeping up with it - for now. Wiping at the still-bleeding open wound on his neck, he ran his tongue across the blood, before sniffing at it inquisitively. “Though I daresay it tastes pretty awful.”

He smirked at Jack. “Oh, we can’t have you not eating, Jack.”