sariagray

Title: An Injury to One
Author:

sariagray
Chapter: One
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, The Doctor (guess which one!), Face of Boe, OC
Rating: PG, if that.
Word Count: ~500
Spoilers: CoE. Therefore, the whole series. Some Doctor Who - expect up to the 4th Season.
Warnings: None. Unless timey-wimey is a warning, or do I have to add a *ding*? Also, sort of a fix-it. See below.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Oh, but if it did….
Betas: Most sincere thanks and gratitude, again, to

lynnmyth23 for being the bestest ever. Any mistakes in here are my own! Feel free to point them out! Or, just point and laugh.
Author’s Note: "One-shot" didn't last long. This is, yes, now a series. A not-really-but-sort-of-fix-it series. It doesn't change anything, just adds on and makes it better. Like a blanket when it's cold. Also remember, feedback=<3

An Injury to One

Chapter One

   The Doctor smiled encouragingly through the glass at the wizened face within. He had been quite ceremoniously summoned and was eager for any knowledge that would be bestowed.

   "Thank you for the kindness you will have done for me."

   "What?"

   The Doctor's puzzled expression made The Face of Boe chuckle.

   "Your future, my past. I was not alone,” he offered as an explanation.

   The Doctor, finally understanding that he wouldn't understand, smirked and shrugged. The Face of Boe closed his eyes, satisfied for now.

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   As he stood in front of Arthur Taylor, grinning wild as a madman, The Doctor chuckled nervously and muttered a quick "You're welcome" into the air.

   Arthur looked up at the sound, mouth agape, and saw only blue light.

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   Jack had been watching the man on the docks for three days now. He had first noticed his presence when he caught him staring intently at the area of sidewalk that was, in truth, the lift.

   "Anything?" he bellowed out to his team. "Eric?"

   "I got a match, just verifying. So far, seems his name is Arthur Taylor. Age 26. From London. Worked at a bloody coffee shop and then just up and left one day, never came back. Huh."

   "Good. Maybe it's got nothing to do with us. Kara, see if you can't work up a history on him. I want medical records, habits, anything you can find."

   "Right!" she called, wiping her hands (covered in powdered sugar) on her thighs.

   Jack shook his head, amused. Beautiful girl like that, and she's the messiest thing I’ve ever seen. Clean in her work, though.

   He looked back up at the CCTV footage and sighed. The man, Arthur, was staring at the lift, then the tourist office, and back to the lift.

   "Alright, kids. I'm going out there, see if I can feel out what's going on. Probably mostly harmless."

   "Wear your coat, or you'll catch your death of cold!" Kara called out, a hint of a wry smile and a twinkle in her eye giving her away.

   He resisted the urge to stick out his tongue and swept his thick wool coat around him, noticing for perhaps the thousandth time that it needed cleaning and repair.

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   Late autumn in Cardiff was always chilly, but this morning had gone beyond into the realms of bitterly cold. He was glad to have been warned, no matter how sarcastic the method. Still, he wished someone would've told him that it was also very bright. As things were, he had to stop to adjust his eyes against the overwhelming afternoon sunlight.

   "I REALLY like that coat."

   Jack froze. It had been almost three decades since he had heard - but he was being stupid. It was a terrific coat, after all. In fact, he was surprised that he hadn't heard it more often.

   Steadying the breath that he only just realized had quickened of its own accord, he turned around with a flirtatious comment at the ready.

   He was greeted by just the man he had been looking for. He gave an appraising glance at the stranger, noting blonde tousled hair. Good build, too. Clearly strong. A sly smile played on his lips. He was frustrated that he couldn't see the man’s face, though, as he was looking down at a -

   At a stopwatch, of all things. Arthur looked up and offered a crooked, hopeful smile. His blue eyes held Jack completely transfixed.

   "Only forty seven seconds for you to turn around. You're improving, sir."

   For the first time in many, many years, Captain Jack Harkness was at a complete loss for words.

-End

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Chapter Two