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A memento for Jack...

Theory, people - remember the Doctor's big fight with the Sycorax leader in The Christmas Invasion? Remember how the Sycorax guy cut off the Doctor's right hand...?
Jack did say that it was worthless to anyone else. I mean, who else would even know what it was?

I must admit, I let rip a loud *squee!* at the thought. Terribly exciting.
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  • fruufoo

Fic: The Thing about Jack (Torchwood / The Addams Family crossover)

Title: The Thing about Jack
Author: fruufoo
Fandom: Torchwood / The Addams Family (original series)
Characters: Jack/Thing, Toshiko, Owen, Ianto, Suzie
Rating: PG
Warnings: Swearing, a brief mention of kink, character death, spoilers for Torchwood and Doctor Who (Ninth and Tenth Doctor)
Summary: Jack finds a hand.
Notes: Set before the beginning of Torchwood, towards the end of the previous series of Doctor Who. Cross-posted to theaddamssource, galactic_conman and tw_archives. Thanks to darklyromantic for the icon to go with it (I squeed about the Jack/Hand OTP so much she just made it for me as a surprise gift!), and to segre for the beta.

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Title: Hands
Author: pet_lunatic
Characters: Jack, and...er...
Rating: G
Warnings: None - well, maybe slightly weird angst
Word count: About 400
X-posted: Yep

I have no idea why I wrote this. I haven't written fanfic in ages, but had a strange urge to write *something*...am all shy now...knocked this out in 15 mins, not beta-read or even very carefully checked by me, so apologies for errors!

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  • livii

plot bunnies!

Brainstorm some Jack/Hand fic scenarios! I'll try to write one of them, because I do want to write Jack/Hand, but at present can't think of a plot that grabs me (haw-haw) enough to write it.

EXAMPLES:

Ianto walks in on Jack and the Hand. Will he quit in disgust? Or can the Hand win him over?

or: The Hand is irradiated by alien technowhatsit and becomes sentient and Eight Feet Tall! It goes on a rampage through Cardiff. How does Jack deal with stopping what has become of his wank object lover hand he used to have in his office that was the Doctor's and he in no way ever had a dirty thought about?

Y'know. That sort of thing. Possibly less cracky; possibly moreso.
  • jonquil

The Moderately-Well-Lit Night Of The Soul

Rating: G, with implications
For livii, who deserves better.

It was late night at Torchwood. It was dark. Well, except for the neon.

And the blinky things.

And the overhead fluorescents.

And the lava light that he could not make Owen throw out. Sod that. Jack stood up, walked across the room, picked up the lava lamp, and urinated into the socket. What was the point of being immortal if you couldn't get a few cheap thrills?

Now it was a little darker at Torchwood. And sometimes a little was enough.

Jack stared sadly at the hand. It was all he had.

"You're all I have," Jack told the hand. "You're the only one that understands me."

The hand said nothing. That was how Jack knew it understood him. Other people -- well, people, aliens, rocks, and the occasional lump of sentient Silly Putty -- would have tried to talk him out of his dark mood. But the hand simply understood.

"It's you and me," Jack told the hand.

And it was, too.

Well, it was Jack, the hand, the crypt full of corpses, the pair of aliens stashed in the cellar, and a few alien objects that might or might not be sentient. But the others didn't count. No. It was Jack, Jack and the only object that truly mattered to him, the one unchanging star in his life... the hand.

Where had he put the Astroglide, anyway?