Just a reminder of some of the stuff Jack Harkness has been through.
Born in the 51st century on the Boeshane Peninsula. It was attacked by an unknown creature, his Father was killed, and Jack believed his brother Gray, was also killed.
Convinced a friend to sign up to fight an enemy, only to be captured and have to watch that friend be tortured to death before they let Jack go.
Joined the time agency, but left after discovering they had wiped two years of his memory. He became a time travelling con man until he met Rose and the Doctor in the London Blitz.
On Satellite 5 with Rose and the Doctor, he was killed by a Dalek, and then resurrected by Rose who had the powers of the time vortex.
He was left behind on satellite 5, and used his vortex manipulator to return to Cardiff to try and meet the Doctor. He ended up in 1869 and the vortex manipulator burned out, so he was stuck in that time.
Shot dead on Ellis Island in 1892.
In 1899, Alice Guppy and Emily Holroyd found out about Jack’s immortality. They captured him and killed him repeatedly. He was released if he agreed to complete a mission for them.
In 1909, he traveled through Lahore with a group of soldiers he was in command of. All of the soldiers were killed by Fairies, leaving Jack the only one alive.
In 1927 met Angelo Colasanto, and after Angelo accompanied him to a warehouse to kill an alien parasite, Jack was shot and Angelo was arrested, believing Jack was dead for good.
When Angelo was released from prison a year later, Jack was waiting for him and told him he was only pretending to be dead. They went back to their room, where Angelo stabbed Jack and watched him come back to life.
Jack was then chained up and killed repeatedly in a more gruesome way than the last by the people of the village they were in.
Jack met Estelle Cole and fell in love. They fell out of touch and years later when Estelle was an old woman, Jack found her pretending he was her Jack’s son. Estelle was then killed by Fairies.
In 1975 had a daughter, Melissa Moretti with another Torchwood agent Lucia Moretti. Lucia entered Melissa into Witness Protection, and her name was changed, presumably to keep Jack away from her.
December 31st, 1999, Jack returned to the Torchwood Hub to find all of the team had been shot dead. Alex Hopkins, the leader told him that the 21st century is when everything changes and they weren’t ready, before he shot himself in the head.
Recruited Suzie Costello, Toshiko Sato from Unit Imprisonment and Owen Harper after his fiancee had been killed by an alien parasite.
Took in Ianto Jones after Ianto persuaded him to let him join Torchwood Three, following the destruction of Torchwood One in the battle of Canary Wharf.
After becoming obsessed with a resurrection gauntlet, Suzie begam killing people just to test the glove. She ended up shooting Jack and then killing herself.
Discovered Ianto had been keeping his partially-converted Cyberwoman Girlfriend in the Torchwood Hub, and killed her.
After the rift was opened and Abaddon came through the rift, Jack was killed and remained dead for days.
After coming back to life, he reunited with the Doctor.
Imprisoned on the Valiant and tortured repeatedly by the Master in the year that never was.
Returned to Torchwood, and after being reunited with Captain John Hart discovered that his brother Gray, was still alive.
Adam altered the Torchwood team’s memories, which led Jack’s memories of his father and Grey to resurface.
Watched Owen be shot dead, but used the resurrection glove to bring him back, which condemned him to a life as the living dead.
Captain John Hart returned, and after setting off a series of bombs in Cardiff, took Jack back to the year 27 AD. John was being manipulated by Gray who blamed Jack for not saving him.
Gray forced John to bury Jack alive, to let him suffer a never ending pain where he would come back to life, choking on dirt only to die again and again.
Found by Alice Guppy and Charles Gaskell in 1901 and was cryo-frozen for 107 years so he wouldn’t interfere with his own timeline.
Awoke from the cryo-freezer to discover that Owen had been killed finally and Toshiko died in his arms. Two people he recruited to Torchwood, killed because of Torchwood.
The 456 returned, looking for 10% of the world’s population of children. Jack had delivered 12 children to them in the 1960′s.
The government didn’t want the history with the 456 to become public knowledge so had a bomb planted inside Jack’s stomach, which destroyed the hub.
Jack was blown apart and transferred to a Unit holding cell, where his body slowly regenerated and he returned to life.
He woke chained in a holding cell, he was encased in cement to contain him. He was later rescued by Ianto.
Jack’s daughter Alice, and grandson Steven were taken hostage in an attempt to keep Jack silent.
After fighting their way into Thames House to confront the 456, in an act of war, the 456 released a virus into the air which killed everyone in the building, including Jack’s love, Ianto, who died in his arms.
Jack devised a way to defeat the 456, but needed a child to do so. In order to defeat the 456 and save the millions fo children that the 456 wanted. Jack sacrificed his own grandson to defeat them, killing Steven and destroying his relationship with his daughter.
After six months of travelling to try and deal with his pain and guilt over the death of Ianto and Steven, he returned to Cardiff to close The House of the Dead, where he met Ianto’s ghost. They confessed their love for each other for the first and last time, as the House of the Dead was destroyed with Ianto still in it.
Jack left Earth, believing there was nothing left for him on the planet now.
And that’s not even the half of what he’s gone through, I’m sure!
Summary: She thinks of satellites and airplanes, and stars too heavy to hold anyone’s wishes. Eight/Rose.
A/N: This idea popped into my head and just wouldn’t go away. A little rewrite of the DW movie, with Rose as the companion.
Ships: The Doctor (Eight)/Rose Tyler.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who.
Sometimes, she thinks of the nights she spent staring at the sky, wishing on airplanes and satellites.
Sometimes, she thinks of the stars she never put too much stock in. “So many people wish on stars,” she had preached as a child, “They must have their hands full; it’s no wonder why so many people’s wishes don’t come true.”
She wished for exotic adventures on airplanes, on satellites for mysterious strangers.
She never would have guessed those wishes would come true at the same time.
She never would have guessed.
But you know, she wouldn’t have missed it. Not for the world.
The year is 2008. She finds him bleeding to death in an alley behind her favorite pub. The street beyond is loud with the usual bustle of London at night, but the only thing she hears is his breathing. Slow and ragged, and wet.
She is twenty two years old.
He is an older man, with laughter lines and eyes that don’t quite fit his face. He tries to say something beyond the blood in his throat, but she can’t make out anything she can really understand.
“Hold on,” she says, because what else is she supposed to say, in a situation like this? “Just hold on, please. God, just –” Trembling fingers push buttons on her mobile, and she’s speaking, but the words don’t make sense, and the person on the other end is telling her to just stay calm, sweetheart, just stay calm. Help is on the way.
His eyes are soft when she looks, and he must know how terrifying this is for her. Fingers slippery with strange blood, she still holds on when he weaves his fingers through hers.
“What’s your name?” he manages to rasp, when the ambulance arrives in a blur of red and orange.
“Rose,” she tells him, softly, “Rose Tyler.”
He loses consciousness in the ambulance, she hears.
He does not wake back up.
She’s not quite sure why it hits her as hard as it does, since she didn’t even know his name. She chalks it all up to the fact he was bleeding in her arms, his last words directed towards her.
She is questioned a little by the police, but after confirming her alibi and realizing she is nothing more than some unfortunate soul who saw something she shouldn’t have, they leave her alone. She’s grateful.
She walks slowly out to the street, numb, still processing, still trying to figure out how you move on from… that.
How did you move on from that?
She is so caught up in her questions, she doesn’t realize someone’s following her until they tap her on the shoulder.
She whirls around, her body tensing and ready to fight or flee, and she frowns slightly when her eyes settle on some confused looking Darcy wannabe, staring at her like she’s the answer to the secret of the universe.
“Your name was a flower,” he tells her, after a beat of strange silence.
O-kay. Because obviously her night wasn’t already emotionally draining, Fate decided to toss in some Austen nutter. Great. Just what she needed.
Her eyes narrow. “Look, buddy,” she tells him up front, ready to thrash this bloke if he doesn’t get a good couple hundred miles away from her, pronto. She is not in the mood. “I’ve had a long night, and I’m running thin on patience, so I’ll tell you this once, and only once – I’m not in the mood. Bye.”
She swivels on her heel, feeling drained, and bites back a sigh when she hears him scramble behind her, coming closer.
And, looking back, that’s where it starts, probably.
The rest of her life, that is.
He follows her home by getting in her taxi, and the driver must assume they’re just some bickering couple, because he turns up the radio slightly and decides to ignore their following argument.
He claims he’s the bloke who got shot the night before; she tells him he’s bonkers, and to leave her the hell alone. It’s not until he grunts in pain in front of the door to the Estate, doubled over and bleeding with some kind of medical instrument from the hospital poking out of his chest that she decides to give him the benefit of the doubt.
He crashes on her couch, and she winds up making him tea and re-evaluating all the choices she took in life to get her to this place.
Should’ve taken the job at Henrik’s, she thinks, and walks in on him rifling through one of her bookcases.
“Dickens,” he begins conversationally, his blue eyes glimmering delightedly. “You’ve good taste.”
Despite herself, she smiles.
It is not until a party at Shareen’s gone horribly awry, a time bomb, one near-possession by some manic ex-best friend of his, and a few too many near death experiences that she manages to catch her breath.
Her ex boyfriend, Jimmy Stone, is standing beside her, terrified and woozy after being brought back from the dead.
She always knew Jimmy was easily manipulated, someone who would do anything for a quick buck or a quick shag, or both if he played his cards right. The situation with the Master was his own fault for being so greedy, and so gullible, but even she has to admit she’s glad he’s alive.
“You could come with me,” the Doctor (and yes, that’s his name; his full, proper name, thank you very much) tells her, after Jimmy leaves, giving her a warning look and little else before stumbling back to Shareen’s.
“I could,” she tells him, considering, looking at the blue box behind him. The one that travels in Time and Space, the one that apparently liked her, according to him.
Her eyes shot to the sky, then. The galaxy. And beyond that, the universe.
She thinks of satellites and airplanes, and stars too heavy to hold anyone’s wishes.
She thinks of all the stars out there, the ones that have yet to be touched, the ones that have not yet held a single wish.
Not really, because he’s so different from Malcolm anyway. The first time I saw him do The Thick of It, I was really freaked out by it. I’d only met him that day, and he was absolutely lovely and charming. And then he went into Tucker-mode and it was quite alarming. But brilliant too.
Rebecca Front on whether it was odd seeing Peter as the Doctor rather than Malcolm (TV & Satellite Week)
Today I bring you Ainley!Master appreciation. Ainley!Master with his fabulous disguises, vampiric capes and cheetah fangs. And of course the rather phallic TCE… After stealing Tremas’s body (he really does have a thing for anagrams, doesn’t he, waiting to find someone whose name is the anagram of his!) going on to sabotage the TARDIS and kinda breaks the universe, dumps the Doctor off a satellite tower, feels incredibly guilty about it and builds him a place to recover. Master, your Doctor obsession is definitely showing in this regeneration, the Rani noticed, and probably so did everyone else with your oh so subtle “A cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking about” and “You’ve always been my greatest stimulation Doctor, but now you inspire me”. But the OTP aside, he is still another excellent Master, all of his elaborate disguises, love of anagrams of his own name.
Partly the fact that it meant working with Peter again. But also because she’s a gung-ho, flak-jacket-wearing soldier who gets to fire guns and leap over things. That’s not exactly natural casting for me.
Rebecca Front on what appealed to her about her character in Doctor Who (TV & Satellite Week)