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A Night With an Australian by Van Donovan [Reviews - 4]  Author's Notes: Written for the LJ who_otp drabble tag challenge, where it was requested that someone write Jamie/Tegan. | |
Jamie had never heard someone with an Australian accent before, so he simply sat in silence and listened to her talk. Tegan had never had such a patient, entranced listener before, so she found herself telling him everything.
It had all started simply enough: she was complaining about the predicament they were in. Both their Doctors had run off to fight the good fight, telling their companions to stay put in their respective TARDISes. Victoria and Nyssa had, but she and Jamie had decidedly stalked off together, after them.
They’d both stepped on the pit trap and fallen through at the same time, landing in a pile of limbs at the bottom of a ten-foot hole, but none the worse for the wear. After bemoaning the Doctors, complaining about being tired and hungry and lamenting about her job, Tegan had noticed Jamie was actively listening to her. So she began to regale her position on the TARDIS. She ended up telling him how scared she’d been when Adric was killed, and how worried she sometimes got.
He confided, silently, that he felt the same way sometimes, especially for the Doctor and Victoria, since they weren’t fighters and he was.
His easy, kind demeanor let her trust him. She told him how lonely she got on the ship sometimes, how frustrated she was with this life, despite loving it. She told him of her insecurities–her inability to fly the TARDIS, her lack of confidence in being mature and brave, and how she tried to overcompensate for all of it and often failed.
By then it was growing dark overhead, and despite the insulation of the pit, it was growing cold. Jamie did the only sensible thing a gentleman should do for a lady and gave her his vest and put an arm around her. Tegan thanked him softly, then continued in a softer voice, telling him about her life back in Australia, before she’d decided to move to England and strike it out as an airhostess.
Tegan told him about her unsuccessfulness with men, with friends, with her own parents, even. She told him things she’d never told anyone before. She didn’t quite know how it happened, but she started crying. Big fat tears rolled down her cheeks and instead of ridiculing her or mocking her, Jamie just gently wiped them aside with his soft fingers. He leaned close, smiling, and said, “I think you’re one of the most interestin’ lasses I’ve ever met.”
Tegan hiccoughed slightly, aware of how close they were and how wrong it was, and she realized she wanted him to kiss her and it was the first time she’d had that thought about anyone since Todd, back in Brisbane, had dumped her.
Jamie seemed to understand implicitly. He was just a boy, but he kissed like a man. If he was inexperienced he certainly didn’t show like it. There was a muted passion in the way they interacted, touching heatedly, satiating desire with each other for things they still didn’t dare talk about.
After, Tegan lay curled in the crook of Jamie’s arm, staring up at the stars. She nuzzled against him and sighed contentedly. She’d seen so much with the Doctor, made friends and lost them, created enemies and defeated them, traveled to new worlds and different times. But she’d never made love under the stars of an alien planet, and she’d always wanted to.
In it’s own little way, that moment made everything better from then on out.
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