Author: Aeshna (aeshna_uk)
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2389
Charcters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Tish Jones
Author's Summary: And to think that she had once been excited about Mr. Saxon giving her a job.
recced because: This is one of those great "Fill-In-The-Blank" fics that, as the author details in her notes, takes on the premise that by the end of his time on The Valient Jack probably knew Tish Jones far longer and far better than her sister. This fic is a little slice of that relationship. Primarily a TW writer, Aeshna writes good, solid gen fic, a rare breed indeed! It was a struggle between reccing this crossover or one of her excellent TW fics, but in the end I went with the fic with the least attention. If you enjoy reading quiet slices of life that happens in between the flash and glitter, I think you'll enjoy this.
"Captain?" she ventured carefully, not sure if he could hear her. "Jack? I've brought you food."
One blue eye cracked open and he smiled weakly. "Room service? Forgot I'd ordered. What's on the menu today, Tish? Something suitably bland, I hope...."
"Only the most tasteless slop here at Chez Saxon, sir," she assured him, though her heart really wasn't in the familiar joke. She glanced back towards the guard, half-hidden by the steam. "Are you all right?"
"No." Jack visibly gathered himself and struggled into a more upright position, taking the strain off his shoulders. "I swear, one of these days I'm going to get my hands on that psychotic alien bastard and see how much he likes the taste of his own medicine." His lip curled into the ghost of a snarl. "Should have snapped his sorry neck when I had the chance...."
Tish stirred at the creamed mess in the serving tin, letting the scrape of metal hide her words from prying ears. "Why didn't you?"
"Someone was having issues with being the last of an endangered species." He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. "Doesn't matter. He'll slip eventually. Everyone does."