Rec: Shiny Prize by lightgetsin
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Title: Shiny Prize
Author:
lightgetsin
Genre: General, DW crossover, team-fic
Rating: PG13
Summary: Jack had been dead for a day and a half – thirty-four hours and twenty-five minutes, as close as Ianto could figure it – when the lift started coming down. (Sort of an AU of End of Days)
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Other Pairings: Jack/doctor
Excerpt
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The stranger crossed to Jack and conducted a rapid examination – fingers to the pulse at the throat, ear to the chest, a peek behind the eyelids, sniff to the mouth and then, bizarrely, a quick flick of the tongue to the underside of his jaw. “Hmm!” said the stranger, and dug in his pocket for something which vaguely resembled a screwdriver, whose glowing tip he passed back and forth over the Captain’s body. “Ah-ha,” he said, straightening abruptly. “You actually had me worried there for a minute.”
“What is it?” asked Gwen eagerly.
“He’s not dead, for starters,” said the man, then pulled up short. “Well. Mostly not dead – well. Temporarily dead. Come around in his own time, when he’s good and ready.” He puffed out his cheeks. “Unfortunately, I haven’t the time to be standing around scratching my head waiting – well, I have got the time, but I’m bollocks at waiting.”
Author:
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Genre: General, DW crossover, team-fic
Rating: PG13
Summary: Jack had been dead for a day and a half – thirty-four hours and twenty-five minutes, as close as Ianto could figure it – when the lift started coming down. (Sort of an AU of End of Days)
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Other Pairings: Jack/doctor
Excerpt
~_~_~_~_~
The stranger crossed to Jack and conducted a rapid examination – fingers to the pulse at the throat, ear to the chest, a peek behind the eyelids, sniff to the mouth and then, bizarrely, a quick flick of the tongue to the underside of his jaw. “Hmm!” said the stranger, and dug in his pocket for something which vaguely resembled a screwdriver, whose glowing tip he passed back and forth over the Captain’s body. “Ah-ha,” he said, straightening abruptly. “You actually had me worried there for a minute.”
“What is it?” asked Gwen eagerly.
“He’s not dead, for starters,” said the man, then pulled up short. “Well. Mostly not dead – well. Temporarily dead. Come around in his own time, when he’s good and ready.” He puffed out his cheeks. “Unfortunately, I haven’t the time to be standing around scratching my head waiting – well, I have got the time, but I’m bollocks at waiting.”