#cptharkness

Jack’s fine boned features twisted into something like a sinisterly sweet smile as he turned to face Rose, putting down the violin.  “Ah, my dear, sweet sister.  I always have time to talk to you. “

"Thank you.” She said, having gotten rather used to how he looked at her by now, how it ebbed and flowed with his moods, sad or lustful or like today, like he had only wicked cruelty behind his eyes. 

“I wanted to ask your- perhaps not permission, but for your blessing in getting the child baptized. I can make the arraignments myself, I just worry if anything happens to him...”

It was just his bloody luck wasn’t it. He should know better than to take the ship off world now, it was too precious to risk being lost. His library, his life. It seemed the vortex had mercy on the Professor this time too though, and his ship with him inside was spat out through a rift. It seemed very unstable but it was just wide enough to fly a TARDIS through before engine failure was a certainty. 

The Professor was surprised to find he’d landed in Cardiff of all places, he couldn’t recall there being any rifts around here. He would have monitored it for sure if there had been, now that there weren’t any CIA or otherwise to keep an eye on them. His ship sputtered, groaned, and then fell dormant. He sighed. It would be hard to get himself out of this one, if he could even fix her this time. Ever since the war and his attempt at containing an entire Matrix inside of her mainframe she had been getting harder and harder to maintain. At least Cardiff wasn’t too far from his university, he could have a tow truck take her back home if he couldn’t get her to dematerialize again. 

The word gets caught in his throat, but the Doctor’s mind hurls out the exclamation without consciously making the effort to do so. It’s the telepathic equivalent of an exclamation point, and blood rushes to his extremities, making his fingers and toes tingle with excitement.

Is it him? Is it really? His Jack, his beloved partner, lover, friend... Oh,but if the universe would stop trying to tear them apart, he would be so happy. But the Doctor had found him once before, and when they’d gotten separated again more than a year ago, he never stopped looking. Not this time. He wouldn’t fail him again. The Doctor had scoured the universe, chasing phantom energy readings and dead end trails... and while his hearts grew heavier every day, he never stopped. He couldn’t let himself fear that Jack was dead, really truly, properly dead, no. He was just missing. Somewhere in the big, wide universe, but alive and waiting for his Doctor to find him.

And now, here he was, that unmistakable trench coat and the spike of dark hair. How many times had the Doctor run his fingers through those soft strands? He knew his every atom intimately and would recognize him anywhere. 

The Doctor picked up his feet though they felt leaden from surprise and overwhelming hope (and a fear that he was wrong and it wasn’t him), and jogged the short distance between them. He reached out and took Jack’s hand in his own, pulling him around to face him.

“Oh my Gods... it’s you. Gods, it’s really you.”

Rose nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice in her head. She had nearly forgotten that he could do that, that she was bound to him in such a way. She swallowed, her mouth dry. She had  thought traveling across an ocean would be enough to get away from him. After her brother passed, she had no reason to stay in Ireland. Boston was her home now. It was summer, the days were too long, and only someone like her would be in a church this late. She didn’t move, staying kneeling in the deserted church, and wondered if he knew where she was. If he was close. 

What an odd thing for a human to ask him. 

1. OTP(s) for your muse?I have so many OTPs for Aaron, but Aaric will always be the first. They were so in love. (but daaron and jaaron are also v. great). 

3. Which canon muse(s) do you currently ship with?Eric, Daryl and Jesus. I read an Aaron/Rick fic once and damn....lowkey wanna try that out lmaooo. 

6. Do you have an OT3 for your muse? Are you open to polyshipping?answered!