Story: Search and Rescue
Word Count: 2608
Author's Summary: Worried about the comatose Doctor, Jack makes a dangerous choice.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler/the Doctor (ninth)
Recced because: There are some authors, and some stories, I just keep coming back to.
I think I discovered yamx while looking for stories about what happened between "The Doctor Dances" and "Boom Town," which is a rich, rich vein of fic that has been mined by excellent authors such as DameRuth, wmr, HonorH, RobinC—the list goes on and on. yamx is one of many people who have started with "The Doctor Dances" and gone on to tell a rich, compelling, three-cornered love story, full of misunderstandings and cultural clashes and prickliness and, of course, kissing and making up.
For me personally, fics that involve telepathy are—is it possible to have nonsexual kinks? Because if it is, telepathy is one of mine. So are stories that acknowledge that the Doctor is different. "Search and Rescue" does both, but despite the Doctor's acknowledged alienness, it's still very much a love story. Love, as another fine author wrote on this site, crosses all sorts of boundaries.So if it's late at night, and you're feeling a little low, and you just want something that makes you feel a bit of a warm glow before you head off to bed—well, I have a mental list of things to go read when that mood hits me, and "Search and Rescue" is on it. Try it. It might go on your list too.
Rose twists her hands into the front of her hoodie. "D'you think this is normal?"
Jack's smile is confident — a little too confident. "Of course it is. He said he'd be in that healing trance for a while, didn't he?" He strokes a hand along the Doctor's jawline. Both blokes look pale, even in the warm light of the TARDIS medbay.
"Well, yes, but…" Rose checks her phone. "It's been twelve hours!"
"Since he got bitten. Only ten or so he's been in the trance." Jack's tone is less steady than his words.
"What if it's not working?" Rose takes one of the Doctor's hands and kisses his palm. "What if he's dying?" Her voice and her heart almost break on the last word.
Jack shakes his head. His eyes are shuttered and dark. "He won't."
"How'd you know?" She presses the Doctor's hand to her chest and looks up at Jack.
Jack looks at the Doctor's face, bites his lip, and squares his shoulders.
"I don't. But I'll find out."