My favorite of your fics has always been Lostverse, do you think you'd be up for (this might be too specific sorry) a mutual pining drabble before Jane and John get together?
THANK YOU ANONNY!
I wrote a two-parter – one from John’s perspective, the second is Jane’s. You got a double drabble! (The Puppeteer is from a Found & Forgotten missing scene ficlet I wrote for my 500 follower celebration.)
Nearing 700 followers! In celebration, I’m doing a drabble-a-thon. Send me a prompt and I give you a drabble!
Subliminal - John100 wordsTen x Rose/John x Jane (Human Nature AU) Missing scene, Found & Forgotten
John knew his handwriting was almost unreadable, but Jane – his muse – was always able to decipher the looping letters.
The words spilled out of his brain, through his pencil, and onto the paper like a storm-swollen river.
She had sparked an idea yesterday afternoon. “The Puppeteer…”
*The Professor gritted against the powerful telepath threatening his mind, but then the onslaught stopped.
Iris stiffened and gasped.
“Leave. Her. Alone,” he warned.
“She is precious to you,” the Puppeteer hissed.
The Professor gazed down at Jane.
John flushed as he first rubbed out and then scribbled the ghost of her name.
Subliminal - Jane100 wordsTen x Rose/John x Jane (Human Nature AU) Missing scene, Found & Forgotten
Jane wanted to bang her head on her typewriter.
Normally, she would have simply X-d out the error, – perfectly acceptable for a draft.
I’d just die if he saw it…
One letter at a time. Clack… Clack… Clack… Clack.
“Oh, fudge!”
“My fella says I swear too much. But is gadzooks’ a naughty?” Betty rambled. “You’re so good. You never swear.”
“Fingers aren’t working,” Jane mumbled.
Just four letters. Only four simple taps.
“I-R-I-S,” she mouthed in time with her fingers.
*…The Professor gazed down at Jane…*
She groaned and yanked the paper out a fourth time.
Inspired by @whoinwhoville ‘s story Found and Forgotten, set in the 1960s. It’s a really awesome series with great historical research put into it. I wanted to paint Jane (aka Rose, she’s fob watched) when she gets her hair done “like a poodle” to emulate Brigitte Bardot. I really like how it turned out!
If you enjoy my art, please consider subscribing to my Patreon! I am saving to buy a wheelchair lift and new battery.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler (John Smith x Jane Smith)
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Additional Tags: john smith x jane smith, Human Nature, UST Lite, perhaps pre-UST, or subconcious UST, not angst, Fluff, Just Fine, is a title for you to interpret, are either of them just fine?, or feeling very fine?, or not fine at all, because they want more?
Series: Part 4 of FoundVerse, Part 5 of Whoville's Follower Milestone Celebration
Summary:
Everything is just fine. That's an understatement. Missing scenes early on in Found & Forgotten.
Written for @toppbanana who won the “John & Jane” ficlet from my Whoville Follower Milestone celebration. She wanted flirtatious banter or UST.
Note: I went back and read after I posted it, and really didn’t like it. It felt like something was missing -- that it was devoid of any emotion. Why is Jane so flustered by John? Why does she blush so fiercely around him? What is goes through her mind when she sees him?
So I re-worked it quite a bit. I like this more than the original. I hope you do too. If you have a chance, listen to the Frank Sinatra song that John whistles and then mindlessly sings. (He doesn’t recognize any significance, even though it’s there ever so slightly.)
Jane Smith looked up at the clock — 8:03 am, and John Smith was right on time. She could hear him talking to the much-prettier-than-her (but very nice) receptionist. Male and female laughter mingled. Jane sighed at that, but just in passing.
Instead, she imagined herself the object of his flirtatious attentions. She’d laugh prettily and bat her eyelashes. “Oh Mr. Smith, you’re just too much,” she’d reply, and then he’d wink at her. Maybe he’d go on to ask her out to dinner and a film and he’d hold her hand in the dark and —
“Good morning, Miss Smith.”
Jane startled.
“Off with the fairies, Miss Smith?” John asked.
She nodded and smiled shyly.
“So how are you this lovely, sunny, Monday morning? Did you have a pleasant weekend?” John smiled down at her, and she became very interested in a pencil.
“Yes. My weekend was fine, thank you,” Jane answered politely, gaining courage to look back up. But then again, she couldn’t help but look. He was too handsome to ignore. His well-tailored suit, the crisp white shirt, that silver tie… And then there was the little bit of hair that wouldn’t stay in place, hanging down onto his forehead.
“Good. I’m glad it was fine. Have a good morning, Miss Smith.”
“You too,” she almost whispered.
John strode down the corridor to his office, and closed the door.
Jane could hear the flirtatious laughter of Priscilla Bootkins from twenty feet away through the thin walls. She balled her fists, and then shoved a piece of typing paper behind the roller, unsuccessfully trying to straighten it against the paper guide.
“What’s got you all in a tizzy, Janie?” asked Betty Anderson.
“Nothing. I’m fine. I just can’t get this ridiculous piece of paper to go in straight is all.” It was wrinkled and just wouldn’t do. The gears whirred as she yanked it out, balled it up, and dropped into the bin under her desk.
oOo
“Quick, Miss Smith!” John planted his hands on her desk, and leaned into her until they were almost nose to nose. “I need the name of a device that takes over someone’s mind and controls their actions!”
His breath smelled of peppermint candy. His after-shave was a blend of heady, exotic spices. She imagined herself on a veranda overlooking the azure blue, Mediterranean Sea, the sun low in the sky, his arm pulling her into his warm side. She would rest her head on his shoulder and then he’d turn his head and look down at her lips and then he’d dip his head and —
“I can see those gears whirring in your head.”
Jane almost squeaked after he rolled the R’s. Why did he have to be Scottish, too? she thought.
“Do you have something brilliant for me?” He raised his eyebrows.
Roused out of her daydream, her head snapped back to him. “The idea of someone controlling your mind is a bit terrifying, Mr. Smith.” She bit her lip.
“Of course. It wouldn’t be an adventure without a bit of a scare now, would it?” He leaned even more closely.
Jane looked up at the ceiling. “Mind… Mind… Mindthief. Mindrobber. Thought-Thief.” She paused and shook her head. “No. The name shouldn’t sound like a machine. It’s more frightening that that.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “The victim’s mind is controlled by a Puppeteer.”
“A Puppeteer,” he whispered, furrowing his brows, his dark eyes unwavering from hers. “Fine job, Miss Smith. Fine, fine job.”
She nodded quickly, and then turned her attention back to her typewriter, the memory of peppermint candy and bay rum lingering.
oOo
“Good afternoon, Miss Smith. How is your day coming along?” John asked Jane.
Jane quickly swallowed a bite of the snack she’d been eating and cleared her throat of the crumbs. “It’s fine.” She held the half-eaten piece of shortbread so tightly that it was about to crumble.
“Do you like shortbread, Miss Smith?”
“Yes. It’s fine, Mr. Smith.” She smiled shyly.
“What a coincidence! I like shortbread, too! We’re full of coincidences, aren’t we? First John David Smith and Jane Donna Smith. And now we both like shortbread!” He nabbed a piece, and pushed the whole thing into his mouth. “But then again,” he said, mouth full, “I think it’s a rule that I like shortbread. I’m Scottish. I have to like it, don’t I?” He took a second piece, and a third. “Oh, this is very good. Very good. First chance I’ve had to try it. I brought it in this morning. There’s a fantastic little bakery near my flat. They make the most delicious banana nut loaf, too…”
His voice drifted off as she imagined herself seated across from John at one of those little tables for two on a streetcorner café in Paris. The sun would be rising, and the air would be pink and crisp and off in the distance someone would be playing La Vie en Rose on an accordion. He’d take her hand, which he was already holding across the table, and kiss her knuckles, and then whisper—
“I have a brilliant idea!” he exclaimed.
Jane was knocked out of her rose-coloured reverie.
“I’ll have to bring banana nut loaf in next time. Make sure you take a piece or two of the shortbread before it’s all gone, Miss Smith.” He winked. He turned on his heel as he shoved another piece into his mouth.
Jane’s cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink as she watched him leave the room. She checked for onlookers before she daintily picked up a second wedge to savour later.
You’ve gotten yourself into a fine mess, Jane Smith. You are not fine. Not fine at all.
oOo
Jane’s attention was captured as John ambled down the hallway at a slower pace than was usual for him. His suitcoat was draped over his shoulder held casually with his pointer finger. His kissable lips were pursed as he whistled a Sinatra tune. If he weren’t whistling, he would have been smiling. She could see happiness in the crinkles around his eyes. A bit of late afternoon stubble graced his jawline, but his hair was still perfectly in place — except, of course, for that one delicious piece of his fringe that framed his brown eyes.
Jane’s eyes glazed over as she paused her typing for a moment. She imagined those lips not whistling, but kissing. They would be so soft as he gently, ever so gently, pressed his against hers. It would be under the moonlight, and he’d be a complete gentleman. Holding her close, but not too close. And his arms would be warm and strong.
She let the thought drift away as he ambled on by her desk.
The whistling stopped.
Jane’s stomach lurched as out of the corner of her eye she could see the handsome man returning. She fought to focus her attention on the keyboard, but her fingers slipped, and she misspelled miss as kiss. Her desk lurched as her foot slipped, kicking the desk leg.
“Everything all right, Miss Smith?” Mr. Smith asked kindly.
“Fine. Everything’s fine,” she stuttered. The top button of his shirt was undone, and his tie, loose.
“It’s two minutes until five o’clock on a Friday. I think it would be all right if you left two minutes early, don’t you?”
She shook her head and bit her lip. “I couldn’t do that, Mr. Smith. I—“
“I give you permission. That is my manuscript you’re working on after all. I recognize my own scrawl on those notes.” He looked at his watch, and tapped it. “And now it’s one minute until five. Time to go home for the weekend.”
“Well, I suppose I could tidy up now.” Jane picked up the stack of unused paper and tapped it so it was perfectly square. She placed her pencil in front of her typewriter, and then straightened her inbox.
“So what were you working on so diligently before I interrupted you?” Mr. Smith reached in front of Jane, flipped the paper release, and pulled the paper out.
Jane squeaked as she watched Mr. Smith scan the page. His eyes stopped on the last line. “Hmm. I don’t remember this sentence going this way.” He cleared his throat. “Iris looked up at the Professor with longing. ‘I’ll kiss you, Professor. I’ll never stop.’” A slow smile appeared.
“I’m sorry for the error, Mr. Smith. I was about to correct it when you happened by. My fingers slipped, and—“
“It’s fine, Miss Smith.” He leaned closer. “But there isn’t kissing just yet.”
“Oh… I…”
“You’re fine!” He lowered his voice, and nearly whispering said, “You’ll get to type that word soon enough. Where’s the fun in rushing things?” He winked at her.
Jane pushed her glasses up her nose and blinked once.
“Miss Smith, have I ever told you that you do fine work? Of all of the typists, you are the finest.” He grinned. “Well would you look at that. It’s officially five o’clock. Off you go! Have a good weekend, Miss Smith.”
John resumed his musical exit, but this time he sang. “A fine romance, with no kisses. A fine romance, my friend this is…”
Jane’s belly flipped and she dropped her face into her hands. You’re going to be fine, Jane Smith. Just fine.
oOo
Bess slipped on a stylish black coat and tugged on a pair of red kid driving gloves. “What are you going to do on this dreary Saturday, darling?”
“Nothing special.” Jane looked out the window and took a sip of tea. Rain pelted the pane.
“I’m afraid I won’t be back until later this evening, darling. Luncheon with Mother always turns into dinner. I hope you won’t be terribly lonely.”
“I’m never lonely when I have a something to read. I’ll be fine.”
As soon as the door closed behind Bess, Jane rushed into her bedroom and pulled out her favourite book. She ran her hand over the cover, tracing the face of the Professor. She closed her eyes as she clutched it to her chest and sighed in anticipation. “A whole day with the Professor and Iris,” she said to herself. “A whole day with John Smith.”
She didn’t daydream this time — reading John’s book would draw her inside of a daydream.
Oh yes, just for today, she was going to be just fine.
oOo
John paced the length of his flat. He’d been wearing a hole in the hardwood for at least fifteen minutes now. He groaned. This arrangement with Priscilla wasn’t working. At all. He was not fine. He’d lost his ability to write. He was constantly in need of help. Thank heaven for Jane Smith — his very own Muse. Without Jane, he wouldn’t have been able to get anything on paper.
He thought back to yesterday afternoon. He laughed at Jane’s typo and the terrified look that had been on the shy girl’s face. “Kiss instead of miss. That’s really quite funny.”
Iris looked up at the Professor with longing. ‘I’ll kiss you, Professor, and I’ll never stop.’
“No kissing. Not yet.” He ran a hand through his hair and dropped onto the black leather sofa. But he couldn’t seem to shake that sentence from his thoughts. “But it does feel right — the Professor kissing Iris. I’ll make it happen. Soon.”
As clear as a memory, he let the future scene play out in his head. His beloved Iris would be locked in a passionate embrace with the Professor. He’d cradle her head and dip her — but only just slightly. She’d have one hand in his hair, and the other low on his back. And the world would fade away as they whispered the truth of their hearts into each others lips.
“It’s going to be fine, Smith. It’s going be fine.” If he repeated it enough, maybe he’d actually believe it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Additional Tags: john smith x jane smith, Human Nature, UST Lite, perhaps pre-UST, or subconcious UST
Series: Part 4 of FoundVerse, Part 5 of Whoville's Follower Milestone Celebration
Summary:
Everything is just fine. That's an understatement. Missing scenes early on in Found & Forgotten.
Written for @toppbanana, who won the Whoville Milestone Celebration John x Jane (Foundverse) ficlet. Prompt was UST or flirty banter. UST-lite, but lots of pining, blushing, doesn’t-know-what-do-with-herself Jane. I hope you like it!
“Good morning, Miss Smith. How was your weekend?” John Smith asked the shy typist.
“Fine, Mr. Smith,” Jane answered quietly. She pushed her glasses up her nose to give her nervous hands something to do.
“Good. I’m glad it was fine. Have a good morning, Miss Smith.”
“You too,” she almost whispered.
John strode down the corridor to his office, and closed the door quietly.
Jane could hear the flirtatious laughter of Priscilla Bootkins from twenty feet away through the thin walls. She balled her fists, and then shoved a piece of typing paper behind the roller, unsuccessfully trying to straighten it against the paper guide.
“What’s got you all in a tizzy, Janie?” asked Betty Anderson.
“Nothing. Can’t get this ridiculous piece of paper to go in straight is all.” It was crooked and wrinkled and just wouldn’t do. The gears whirred as she yanked it out, balled it up, and dropped into the bin under her desk.
oOo
“Quick, Miss Smith!” John planted his hands on her desk, and leaned into her until they were almost nose to nose. “I need the name of a device that takes over someone’s mind and controls their actions!”
Jane gasped. “That’s a bit terrifying.”
“Of course. It wouldn’t be an adventure without a bit of a scare now, would it?” He leaned even more closely.
Jane closed her eyes and chewed on the corner of her mouth. “Mind… Mind… Mindthief. Mindrobber. Thought-Thief.” She paused and shook her head. “No. The name shouldn’t sound like a machine. It’s more frightening that that.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “The victim’s mind is controlled by a Puppeteer.”
“Puppeteer,” he whispered, furrowing his brows, his dark eyes unwavering from hers. “Fine job, Miss Smith.”
oOo
“Good afternoon, Miss Smith. How is your day coming along?” John asked Jane.
Jane quickly swallowed a bite of the snack she’d been eating, and cleared her throat of the crumbs. “It’s fine.” She held the half-eaten piece of shortbread so tightly that it was about to crumble.
“Do you like shortbread, Miss Smith?”
“Yes. It’s fine, Mr. Smith.” She smiled shyly.
“What a coincidence! I like shortbread, too! We’re full of coincidences, aren’t we? First John David Smith and Jane Donna Smith. And now we both like shortbread!” He nabbed a piece, and pushed the whole thing into his mouth. “But then again,” he said, mouth full, “I think it’s a rule that I like shortbread. I’m Scottish. I have to like it, don’t I?” He took a second piece, and a third. “Oh, this is very good. Very good. First chance I’ve had to try it. I brought it in this morning. There’s a fantastic little bakery near my flat. They make the most delicious banana nut loaf, too. I’ll have to bring that in next time. Make sure you take a piece or two before it’s all gone.” He winked. He turned on his heel as he shoved a third piece into his mouth.
Jane’s cheeks turned a delightful shake of pink. “He bought it.” She checked for onlookers before she daintily picked up a second wedge to savour later.
oOo
John Smith ambled down the hallway at an unusually slow pace. He passed Jane’s desk, but then halted, and turned around.
Jane’s stomach lurched as out of the corner of her eye she could see the handsome man approaching. She fought to focus her attention on the keyboard, but her fingers slipped, and she misspelled miss as kiss. Her desk lurched as her foot slipped, kicking the desk leg.
“Everything all right, Miss Smith?” Mr. Smith asked kindly.
“Fine. Everything’s fine,” she stuttered.
“It’s two minutes until five o’clock on a Friday. I think it would be all right if you left two minutes early, don’t you?”
She shook her head and bit her lip. “I couldn’t do that, Mr. Smith. I—“
“I give you permission. That is my manuscript you’re working on after all. I recognize my scrawl on those notes.” He looked at his watch, and tapped it. “It’s now one minute until five!”
Mr. Smith reached in front of Jane, flipped the paper release, and pulled the paper out. “Have I ever told you that you do fine work, Miss Smith? Of all of the typists, you are the most accurate.”
Jane squeaked as she watched Mr. Smith scan the page. His eyes stopped on the last line. “Hmm. I don’t remember this sentence going this way.” He cleared his throat. “Iris looked up at the Professor with longing. ‘I’ll kiss you, Professor. I’ll never stop.’” A slow smile appeared.
“I’m sorry for the error, Mr. Smith. I was about to correct it when you happened by. My fingers slipped, and—“
“It’s fine, Miss Smith.” He leaned closer. “But there isn’t kissing just yet. You’ll get to type that word soon enough. Where’s the fun in rushing things?” He winked at her.
Jane pushed her glasses up her nose.
“Well would you look at that. It’s officially five o’clock. Off you go! Have a good weekend, Miss Smith.”
You’re going to be fine, Jane Smith. Just fine. She dropped her face into her hands.
oOo
Bess slipped on a stylish black coat and tugged on a pair of red kid driving gloves. “What are you going to do on this dreary Saturday, darling?”
“Nothing special.” Jane looked out the window and took a sip of tea. Rain pelted the pane.
“I’m afraid I won’t be back until early evening, darling. Luncheon with Mother always turns into dinner. I hope you won’t be terribly lonely.”
“I’m never lonely when I have a something to read. I’ll be fine.”
As soon as the door closed behind Bess, Jane rushed into her bedroom and pulled out her favourite book. She clutched it to her chest and sighed in anticipation. “A whole day with the Professor and Iris,” she said to herself. “And John…”
She was going to be just fine.
oOo
John paced the length of his flat. He’d been wearing a hole in the hardwood for at least fifteen minutes now. He groaned. This arrangement with Priscilla wasn’t working. At all. He was not fine. He’d lost his ability to write. He was constantly in need of help. Thank heaven for Jane Smith — his very own Muse. Without Jane, he wouldn’t have been able to get anything on paper.
He couldn’t shake that sentence from his thoughts. Iris looked up at the Professor with longing. ‘I’ll kiss you, Professor, and I’ll never stop.’
“But it isn’t time yet. She’ll miss him. Right? Just miss him. No kissing.” He ran a hand through his hair and dropped onto the black leather sofa. “But why does it feel so right?”
“It’s going to be fine. It’s going be fine.” Maybe if he repeated it enough, he’d start to believe it.
I’m approaching a follower milestone - woo hoo for almost 500! Yes, this is shameless self-promotion, but my main goal isn’t to boost my follower count. I am doing this to thank my followers for encouraging and inspiring me, writing fanfic that has provided so much entertainment, creating art for my fics, and cheering me up on a daily basis.
>>>>> To celebrate, I’m going to write you ficlets. See rules below. Additionally, EVERY ENTRANT will receive a promotion post on my highly official and important Follower Milestone Page.<<<<<
You don’t have to follow me to participate. But if you do find that you like my tumblr, join in on the fun. Press that follow button.
I am also a member of @thedalektables. Please check them out and follow them if you love the Doctor and Rose!
What will you find on @whoinwhoville?
Tumblr is my happy place, so you will find my fanfiction, happy things, funny things, cute things, pretty things, fluffy things, and writing resources. Once in a while, you might see something a wee bit angsty (aka Doomsday). Doctor Who; Nine x Rose, Ten x Rose, and TenToo x Rose; Broadchurch; Star Wars; Once Upon a Time; space, the final frontier; nature. And I post a whole lot of David Tennant. I reblog fics. I answer asks. I promote writers and fan artists.
You will find very little negativity (once in a while I will post an “I don’t appreciate the Moffster” thing, but I tag #anti-moffat or #the moffster for blacklisting purposes).
Rules:
1) Reblog this post
2) Reply to this post (or ask)
3) Give me the pairing and a prompt
I’ll write one ficlet (1000 words of less) for each of the following. I will pick the winners using a super duper scientific method -- pulling the entry slips of paper from a brown lunch sack. Here are the choices:
Ten x Rose - Whoniverse
Ten x Rose - AU, aka coffee shop, university, etc… You know, tropes.
John x Jane - (fobbed Ten x Rose) missing scene in the FoundVerse
TenToo x Rose
Alec x Rose - Broadchurch - missing scene in the ClosedVerse
When I originally posted Found & Forgotten, I “casted” the supporting characters and created a banner. It helped me visualize these people in my head. I hope I don’t spoil your own head canons with mine!
Bess Cooper - Sarah Paulson in Down With Love (which was a major stylistic influence)
Daniel (Devious Devilish Dastardly) Higgins - Clive Owen
Niles Eddington (Bess’s longtime boyfriend) - Martin Freeman
Priscilla Bootkins - Honor Blackman as P*ssy Galore in Goldfinger. (Put the asterisk in so blacklist wouldn’t be triggered. LOL.)
Miss Woods (Eve) - Eve Arden
Jim the Elevator Operator - Stanley Holloway (He played Mr. Doolittle in My Fair Lady)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
THIS STORY IS COMPLETE. I am posting large chunks of chapters, approximately 5 at a time, every 3 or 4 days.
Chapters: 21/31
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, John Smith (Doctor Who), John Smith (Tenth Doctor), Jack Harkness, Original Characters, The Family of Blood
Series: Part 3 of FoundVerse
Human Nature meets London, 1963. John is a writer, and has just made it big. Jane is a timid typist in the typing pool of his publishing house. He's a swinging bachelor with a roving eye. She is a quiet girl who has never sought attention. Retelling of Human Nature with both Rose and Ten both in hiding, and Jack Harkness as their protector.
Here’s a snippet from Chapter 17, Jane & The Gift
She made her decision. She would go downstairs alone, but Daniel didn't say not to tell anyone, now did he? She would tell Bess on her way down. The lobby was a public place after all. Nothing would happen in the lobby. Daniel couldn't be that foolish. And it was a busy Thursday at nearly ten o'clock in the morning. There would be plenty of people milling about. She was feeling so much braver than she had yesterday. She looked down at her engagement ring. The sight of the sapphire on her finger made her feel bolder than she ever had in her life. She felt self-confident. And these new feelings were all thanks to John.
She really believed that there was nothing Daniel could do or say that could hurt her. So what if he spread some false rumours? John was right. Anyone who cared about her wouldn't believe them anyway.
"What was that about?" John asked.
"Uh, John, there's something I need to take care of. Would you mind if I popped out for a bit? If I take my break early?" Jane hated lying to John. She fiddled with her engagement ring and then quickly added, "Wedding things." She smiled unconvincingly after she said it.
"Oh! Well then by all means, go! Off with ye'!" he said with a gentle wave of the hand and a smile. "I think I'll take some notes or do some outlining."
Jane started to walk out.
"Wait a minute, you can't leave without giving me a proper goodbye," John said with a cheeky grin. He was at her side in two long strides, and in his arms in less time than it took to blink. He kissed her lovingly. "Hurry back," he whispered into her ear.
Continue reading on AO3 or start from Chapter One here. Start from the very beginning here ( The Lost Day, Episode One of the FoundVerse)
Found & Forgotten
Rated M for mature themes, and hot PG-13-ish love scenes
Ten x Rose/John Smith x Jane Smith
Trigger warnings detailed on AO3
Special Note: I hope people aren’t scared off by the tags and warnings. I am being very cautious so that no one is caught off guard. If you have any questions about the warnings, please message or inbox me (anon if you’d like). I’d be happy to give you details.
Human Nature meets London, 1963. John is a writer, and has just made it big. Jane is a timid typist in the typing pool of his publishing house. He’s a swinging bachelor with a roving eye. She is a quiet girl who has never sought attention. Retelling of Human Nature with both Rose and Ten both in hiding, and Jack Harkness as their protector.
Excerpt from chapter 11:
Jane let herself into her darkened flat. Bess's coat and handbag were not hanging on the coat rack by the front door, so Bess was still at work. As she had promised John, Jane went to her bedroom window to let him know she was safely inside. She watched as his car pulled away, already missing him desperately.
Floating on a cloud of happiness, she drew the drapes, dreamily humming, Que Sera, Sera . She changed into her favourite nightgown. White cotton lawn was trimmed with lace around the cuffs and collar, and a tiny pink bow graced the neck. It was old-fashioned and soft and comforting, and even though it covered her from neck to toe, she still felt pretty when she wore it. She prepared tea, and then sat on the sofa to calm herself.
Jane brought the fine china teacup to her lips. The warmth of the fragrant tea flooded her mind with memories of John's warm lips caressing hers. Her stomach flipped and she flushed recalling the foreign and somewhat startling feeling of his tongue touching hers! She hid a little smile behind her hand.
It had been thrilling when he'd traced the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. That first kiss... It had been bliss. And just like in a romantic, Doris Day movie, her leg had popped. Jane released a happy sigh, curled her legs underneath herself, and leaned against the sofa. And then she started to think about the kiss by the statue. Now that kiss... She’d never felt anything like that! She'd read about French kissing in his books! Jane flushed again letting it all sink in. The man who had kissed her tonight, the one who'd she'd been pining after, he actually wrote about this sort of thing! And now she'd actually shared that kind of a kiss! With him!
The remembered how his tongue caressed hers. She’d felt so naughty at first, but still, it had given her a secret thrill. She bit her lip and pondered for a minute. But is it really? Is it really wrong? What would mum think about me if she knew? It’s me who let him kiss me like that! And on the first date! He’s the one who asked if he should stop.
