One Shots

Doctor Who- Captain Jack Harkness X Reader- Wicked

There was a knock on your door while you were searching for something to cook for tea. Sighing, you headed over to the door and opened it.

“Hey, beautiful.”

You hadn't heard that in quite a while and you were fairly certain that you heart skipped a beat or two.
“Jack?” you asked, not quite sure it was who you were seeing in front of you.
“Hey, are we going to talk here or do I get invited in?”

“How many times have I told you that you're always welcome here?” you asked as you opened the door wider. He walked in and wiped his shoes on the mat, even though there was nothing on them.
“I don't know, I lost track at around fifty,” he said and you laughed as you shut your front door.

Then, he pulled you into a hug and you smiled, missing his familiar scent, his casual flirting and just missing him.

“It's been a while,” he said when you both finally pulled away from the hug and you nodded in agreement. “I checked up on Gwen, figured I should check up on my favourite too.” You laughed and blushed a bit, you had been at Torchwood long before Owen, Tosh and Susie and as a result, Jack had always been a bit more protective of you, knowing it did t always end well for people who worked at Torchwood.

“How is Gwen?” you asked. You hadn't seen her in months.
“She's good, still her same old self,” he said with a smile. You smiled a little too.
“I'm glad she's alright.” Jack nodded and your stomach rumbling reminded you of what you were doing before Jack knocked the door.

“I was about to cook me something to eat but I didn't know what, do you want anything?” you asked.
“Sure, what do you have?”
“Honestly, I don't really know,” you said. Despite having bought the food yourself and looking through the fridge, freezer and all of your cupboards ten minutes ago, you had no idea.

Almost an hour later, the two of you were sat on the sofa eating.
“So, how have you been?” he asked. You shrugged.
“Same as always, I guess.”
“Oh come on, surely something has happened in the last few years.”
“Well...” You sighed. “I started dating someone almost two years ago.”

“Where's the lucky one then?” he asked with a chuckle. You frowned, thinking of the argument the two of you had.
“We broke up a month ago,” you said quietly. “We just... had a few too maany differences in what we wanted.” Jack nodded in understanding and put an arm around you.
“It’s alright,” he said. “Sometimes that just happens. And I think I know a way to cheer you up.”
“Really?” you asked, raising you eyebrows. If you knew Jack, and you did, it could be almost anything.
“There's this planet with three moons and a purple sky, they have some of the best music and parties that you'd like. There's over a thousand different drinks and food from everywhere across the galaxy.”

“Sounds great,” you said. And it did, but you couldn't bring yourself to be too excited for it. Jack frowned.
“What haven't you told me?” he asked. He could always tell when something was wrong, it was a bit impressive but  it was because wee had spent so many years working together as part of Torchwood.
“It was our two year anniversary next week. I got us tickets to go and see Wicked, he'd always said he wanted to go see a musical and I have two tickets, and I could go my own but... I don't really feel like going on my own, you know?” Jack hummed and nodded.

The TV blared in the background as you continued to eat.
“What if I go with you?” he offered and you almost choked on your food.
“What?” you asked. “I didn't... But you're travelling and well, being you.”
“I spent nineteen years trying to get into the cell next to the Doctor in a Judoon prison, to break us out, I think I should stay low for a bit,” he said with a shrug.
“By going to see a musical with me?”
“Sure, beautiful,” he said with that irresistible grin of his. “And who better to go see a musical with that you? You are my favourite and it's really difficult to go see musicals performed by real people. The robots are great but, well, they're a bit too robotic for me.”

You laughed and nodded. “Alright then, it's next Friday, the evening show. I booked a hotel to stay over the night too. Do you have somewhere to stay?” Jack didn't answer. “I guess you're staying here then.”
“I'm not going to complain, and you suggested it.”
“I know, just don't make me regret it.”
He chuckled. “I could never make you regret letting me stay here.”