Author: TARDIS Stowaway
Word Count: 22190 words over four chapters
Author's summary: If wishes were horses, this spaceship would be even more crowded and smelly. Trying to escape his past, Jack instead comes face to face with it in the form of the Doctor, on the run from his own recent tragedies.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, a cast of very well-drawn OCs
Recced because: Another timey-wimey story tonight, though this one's heartbreaking in parts rather than quirky. Imagine a post-456 Jack stumbling on an immediately-post Time War Nine. Yeah. About as angsty and heart-wrenching as you think, but also laden with so many beautiful and even humorous moments. Very true to character, as well, for both of them.
TARDIS Stowaway also creates a very realistic, gritty setting for her story, with alien planets and races, natural disasters and crises from the horrific to the mundane. Her aliens are distinctively alien, but also very naturally so - I never felt that I was getting banged over the head with ''this character is alien' reminders, yet I never forgot either.
It's a gripping story with some lovely yet heartwrenching hurt/comfort. Gritty and realistic, right down to the blocked plumbing on a ship overflowing with refugees, while containing enough humorous and even laugh-out-loud moments to lighten the mood.
And, to give you a taster, here's one of those lighter moments:
The Doctor rolled his eyes. That, Jack thought, was a good sign. The Doctor had outwardly recovered quickly from the bleak moment in the corridor. An even better sign was the woman waving at him from across the crowd.
“Harry! Get your pretty ass over here!” she called in Jack’s direction.
“Harry? That’s not the name you gave me,” the Doctor said as they elbowed their way through the crowd.
Jack sighed. This was going to be embarrassing. “You’ll know me as Jack. I needed a new name when I started traveling on my own a while back. I hadn’t put much thought into it until someone asked me, and I spat out the first thing that came to mind.”
“Got a surname to go with Harry?”
Jack muttered something unintelligible.
“What was that?”
Looking at the floor as an alternative to the Doctor, Jack muttered slightly louder, “Potter.”
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