☁︎ -- A nightmare about your muse. (Jack please?)
Jack couldn’t seem to catch his breath. The wind in his ears, trees bent nearly to the ground, running as fast as his legs would carry him. The Doctor ran at his side. “Keep going, Jack!” he yelled. Suddenly a chorus of wolves howled up to the sky. Jack gasped, spinning to face them. “No! Jack! Don’t look into their eyes!”
Jack’s heart racing in his chest. He felt as if he might die. Suddenly, as the wolf pack was upon them, he couldn’t breathe. He stood helpless, trying to gasp for air, nothing yielding. The wolves howled their rejoice. They had found their prey. Jack dropped to the ground as the wolves attacked. They all melded together into one golden, glowing wolf, whose giant mouth swallowed the Doctor whole.
It turned to him with a vicious smile. He couldn’t run. Couldn’t get away. “Who’s afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf?” it teased.
…Jack shot up in his bed with a yell…
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Nine had been walking by Jack’s room on his way to the console room when he heard the scream. He didn't even stop to think before he pulled out his sonic and went bursting into the room, scanning for anything dangerous in the room. When he realized there was nothing there, he turned to Jack with a frown.
"What's wrong with you, Jack?" he asked him. "You've looked like you've seen a ghost and you were screaming like a little girl." He put his sonic away and crossed his arms across his chest. "Never heard nor seen you look so afraid. What's wrong?"
