So, You Wanted to Get Hitched?

by Angelbev21 [Reviews - 119]

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  • All Ages
  • Swearing
  • Action/Adventure, Het

It had only been a few minutes after the Doctor left him in 2012, that Captain Jack Harkness felt the Eternal call him. He had settled back to do his monthly reports and was about to take a sip of coffee, when he stopped himself, a psychic message whispering in his right ear.

'Captain Harkness, I believe you know of me. I am the White Guardian and I ‘ve a task for you. You must rescue the Jethryk the Doctor was on mission to protect, and time is of the essence. Please prepare yourself, and answers to your questions will follow....'

Jack sat down his cup just in time as he felt himself phase out of his reality. The only words that were heard before he winked out was, "What the! Oh, sh-"

The Doctor made it back to the T.A.R.D.I.S. and had Rose packed down with blankets and hooked up to an I.V. and resting when the ship notified him of a visitor at his door. He loathed to leave her, but his interest peaked. He left a gentle kiss on her forehead as she slept and headed for the control room. Once there, he was surprised to discover from his monitor that Jack Harkness stood at his door.

Striding over and opening it, he leaned against the doorway with a hand in his pocket and an eyebrow raised. "Jack? I thought you were in London in this time period. You didn't use your time vortex manipulator, did you? What's the emergency?"

Jack stood in the sea of washed linens with the Doctor's coat hanging over his shoulder, shifted the containment bag from hand to the other, hoping the Doctor would take notice.

"Hello to you, too and, you were supposed to be getting married, last time saw you, what 5 minutes ago? No emergency, at least not from me, anyway," He pointed looked at the Doctor's left hand, which was sans ring. " but, hey, I've got something for you." He lifted the bag higher for the Doctor to see. "Your friend, the White Guardian, contacted me. Can I come in, or is this how you greet all of your 'old' friends?" He smiled, and the Doctor allow him entry, and felt his ship voice her disapproval. 'Now, now, old Girl, it won't be for long.'

"You know, I was going back to get that, but I had an emergency of my own." He closed the door behind Jack after making sure the coast was clear and locked it. Jack walked over to the jump seat and sat the bag down next to it and threw the doctor's coat over the back.

"Your sonic screwdrivers' in the pocket and that room you were in had water-filled balloons in it. What were you and Rose doing, having a party without me?" He smiled, trying to ooze on the charm but it quickly turned into a frown as he saw the look on the Doctor's face.

"Thank you, Jack and no, it's a bit more complicated than that. We've been through a lot since we've seen you last." He went to the controls and flipped a few switches and Jack could feel the ship moving. "We're going back to the hotel room we were staying at, by the way. This will only take a moment." Jack stood with his hands on his hips, watching the Doctor. Was it his imagination or was the man more subdued than usual. "What did the White Guardian have to say?"

Jack folded his arms and played along. "That I needed to rescue the Jethryk that you were supposed to get, and, to cover you, 'cause you might need some help. What's been going on and where's Rose, Doctor?"

To his surprise, the Doctor almost barked a laugh and then sighed, running a hand through his scalp and massaging his neck in the process. "Well, well, well, well! That's the question, isn't it? How's Rose, what's going on with Rose, the question is, what's not going on with Rose?" He stepped over to the jump seat and flopped his body in to it, a deep sigh followed as he stared into the column of light at the center of the control panel. Jack almost didn't hear the Doctor's next words and was glad he did, because he made him repeat himself.

"She's resting and....I'm going to be a father."


"I said, I'm going to be a father. A baby girl, in about another hour or two, from what I can tell." He clasped his hands together and hung his head and Jack came over and leaned down to find him smiling, with a tear going down his cheek.

"Doc, that's wonderful! I mean, it's got to be the fastest pregnancy in history, but it's great! Congratulations!" Without thinking, he grabbed the Doctor and gave him a bear hug. "Can I ask the obvious and say, how?"

The Doctor gave him sidelong glance and managed to look embarrassed. Jack laughed and got up to step back and leaned against the console. "I already figured that out, Doc, I mean, what happened between the last time I saw you and now."

"Well, for starters, for you, it's been a few minutes, for us, about two months."

"OK, still fast."

"I decided to take Rose on holiday and that's how we ended up here in 1935 Santa Paula, California."

"'Citrus Capital' of the world? There's no bananas here and the ocean is 12 miles away, at least."

"Well, we found out about that little tidbit after we got here, but we were commandeered by the Guardian to get the Jethryk. Talk about a holiday interrupted! Just when I was about to get her to relax and take her mind off things."

“Well,” Jack placed his hands in his pockets, “You know how the old saying goes, ‘Best laid plans of mice and Timelords.’”

“That’s what Rose said.” He looked back in the direction of the Infirmary, wondering if he should continue the conversation there, but changed his mind, knowing she needed her sleep. “We found out by accident she was expecting. We had trouble and she had to use the time vortex energy to protect herself and it accelerated the pregnancy. In this last showdown, she went from six months to full term and she’s technically only about 2 ½ months.”

“Doctor, how’s the baby doing?” He asked the question dead serious, know what those kind of conditions implied.

“That’s the miracle Jack. She’s fine.”

“Well, have you picked out a name for her yet?”

At the question, the Doctor laughed out loud. “We’ve barely gotten used to the fact that she is pregnant, Jack. Dealing with what we’ve had to deal with since we’ve gotten here, I don’t think even Rose has had a chance to pick a name. It’s the least of our worries.”

"The Guardian told me all about the Black Guardian and his issues." Jack looked down at the bag near the Doctor’s feet. For such a simple object, it was too dangerous to stay on board the Doctor’s ship.

“What are you going to do with the Jethryk, Doctor? The Black Guardian must know about how you’ve ruined his plans by now. He’s going to want revenge. The White Guardian stated this isn’t the first time you’ve beaten him at his games. He’s going to want a piece of you, real bad.” He looked in the direction the Doctor glanced down, knowing the Infirmary was down there and knew what the Doctor must have been thinking. “He might decide to go after Rose and the baby.”

“I know.” The Doctor’s tone was of steel and ice and Jack knew that tone all too well.

‘The Jethryk is going to be disposed of by way of the sun. It’s the only place to get rid of it safely and fast. I’ve got to keep monitoring Rose, in case the contractions hit. As for the Black Guardian, he can’t get in here, none of the Eternals can.”

“So we have to worry when we step out, whenever that happens.”

“Yup! Pretty much.”

Jack stood for a moment and then clapped his hands together, smiling. “Well, if that’s all we have to worry about, problem solved! The White Guardian must protect you; you’re his favorite, Doc! I mean, look what he did with me. He knew you needed help and he wrangled me into the picture. You’ve got an angel in your back pocket, and I don’t mind, really.”

The Doctor looked up, his resolve, like steel, shown through his eyes and Jack knew that the Black Guardian was going to know what the ‘Oncoming Storm’ really meant if he ever crossed paths with the Doctor. “Not always, Jack, and I’ve got to be prepared for it.”

Before Jack could consider a response, the Doctor jump up, his face changing from one of steel to one of surprise.

“Doc, what’s the matter?”

“It’s time.” Before he could explain himself, the Doctor sprinted down the hallway toward Infirmary and Jack followed at his heels, with one word on his lips.


Both men careened into the Infirmary almost at the same time, and the Doctor made a beeline for Rose, watching the monitor as soon as he got to her bedside.

Rose, in waking, had thrown off all of the blankets and was modestly covered only by a sheet, pain evident on her face, taking deep breaths as a contraction hit, gripping the sheets as she rode out the wave.


“Rose, I’m here, it’s OK, it’s a contraction, it looks like we’re going to be parents!”

“Shut up! You….think!?”

As the contraction eased, she relaxed back into the bed and tried to slow her breaths, putting a hand over her eyes. “The contractions started about two minutes apart, instead of ten. How much have I dilated already?” She looked up at the Doctor for a response and noticed Jack standing at a discreet distance.

“Jack! You’re here! Did the Doctor grab you again for such a momentous occasion?”

“No, your White Guardian did that, but I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Have you picked out a name yet, Rose?” He felt for her and wished he could ease her pain.
She squeezed her eyes in concentration, knowing her two minutes of peace were about to be over with. “No and yes, Jack. We haven’t really had time to discuss it yet.” She caught the Doctor’s eye and winked at him, and he winked back and answered her, ”Four centimeters, love. Heart rate and blood oxygen is normal. You’re doing brilliantly.”

She started feeling the contraction come on again and she felt the sudden urge to rip a head off of someone’s body as it built in intensity. “Tell me that after, after the contraction, OK?”

The Doctor grabbed for her hand and she squeezed it for all it was worth as the contraction worsened, and the Doctor didn’t flinch from her strength. His eyes never broke contact with hers as he coached her. “That’s it, love, breath through it, one, two, three….”

Jack, feeling like the odd man out, and decided he wasn’t going to be any use for now and quietly excused himself and headed for the kitchen. The time went by slowly as he busied himself, but after three hours, he decided to just sit at the table and sip his cup of coffee. He gave into his niggling feeling that something bad was going to happen and let his mind wander, worrying about Rose and the Doctor in the process.

Birthing a baby wasn’t easy by a long shot and he’s seen his share of death in the last 100 years as women he’d become acquainted with had died in childbirth. He knew this wasn’t one of those times, but the spectre of the Black Guardian looming over their lives didn’t sit well with him at all. Another hour went by unnoticed as he became lost in his thoughts and, just as he’d finished his coffee, the Doctor appeared at the doorway, a tired smile on his face.

“Well? Are they both OK?” He got up, leaving his cup behind.

“Yup! Absolutely, wonderfully, OK! Go on, Rose said it was alright.” He nodded his had back from whence he came and Jack didn’t needed to be told twice. He sprinted down the hallway and ended up at the foot of the bed, Rose holding the baby, looking extremely tired but happy.

“Can I? I’ve had some practice at holding babies in my day.” His voice was hushed with awe, and Rose just nodded her head.

Unnoticed, the Doctor came up on the other side of the bed and sat on the edge of it, putting his arm around Rose. She leaned into his shoulder and took a breath. “Jack, meet Gallifreya Terranova Jacqueline Tyler. Otherwise known as the Terror, Daughter of the Oncoming Storm.”

Jack looked at both of them and then down at the baby and he could swear the baby had a glint of mischievousness in its eye. He smiled wide and laughed. “Hello, Terror.”