Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, 9th Doctor/Donna, 10th Doctor/Ross, Martha/Tosh, Mickey/Jake, some Ross/Rose, one-sided Jack/Rose, Esther, Suzie, Mary, Gwen, Owen/Rhys, John Hart/Andy, Amy, Lisa, 11th Doctor/Rory, River and others
Summary: To impress his lady love Jack vows to go over the wall and bring her back a piece of the fallen star, he just never counted on that star to be the handsome Ianto Jones. Their journey is filled with danger and excitement and along the way love blooms between man and star.
Word Count: 34,179
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, Doctor Who or Stardust
Spoilers: The whole movie of Stardust
Jack Harkness smiled at the customer as he packed their bags for them. He enjoyed working at the village store; it gave him a chance to talk with the locals, because after all, he was a people person.
The store door opened and walked in Rose Tyler, and although there were a half-dozen other people in the store, including the man at the counter currently waiting for his change, Jack could see only her.
By-passing everyone in line Rose walked right up to Jack. “Hello, Jack, she greeted him.
“Rose.” Jack returned her greeting, once he remembered how to speak. He was oblivious to the stares and glares of the other customers.
Rose smiled at him and began placing her order, “Pound of sugar, please. Let’s see, a bag of flour, a dozen eggs.”
Nodding, Jack began to get her things, completely ignoring all others in line.
“Oh, look, I’m sorry about last night. Ross was really rude.” Rose pouted up at Jack, she might not have been interested in him romantically but she did enjoy his attention. “I also need a sack of potatoes and some chocolate, please,” she finished her order.
Gathering the remainder of her things, Jack took a deep breath and asked, “May I perhaps see you tonight?”
“No,” and Jack’s heart drooped, “but you may walk me home.” Rose told him with a charming smile. His return smile was almost blinding.
“Now?” Jack asked.
Rose nodded, making sure that her blond hair flew out around her. “Yes, now, unless there’s something more important needing your attention?” Rose pursed her lips prettily and pouted at him again.
Jack looked at Rose, a bright glowing light against the everyday villagers waiting their turn for his help and he was lost. He knew that he could and most likely would lose his job, but he was helpless against Rose’s dark begging gaze. “Nothing, so yes, yes, I can.”
Giggling under her breath at how easily she could manipulate men, Rose swept out of the store without a single glance at the other customers. Laden down with her packages, Jack trailed behind her, Rose Tyler’s devoted love-sick puppy.
Jack paced outside of his home; afraid to go inside but he’d put it off for as long as he could. He had been right; he was fired; now he just needed to work up the courage to tell his father. “Father, I lost my job. Father, I don’t… I lost my job. I’m sorry.” That sounded right so taking a deep breath he opened the door to their cottage and immediately came face-to-face with his father. The older man was sitting at the table clearly waiting for Jack to come home.
“Father…” That was as far as he got.
“You lost your job. Yes, so I heard.” Jack winced, rather than the anger he’d been expecting, his dad sounded so disappointed.
“Father, I’m so sorry. I…” Jack trailed off before angrily kicking the chair. “Maybe Sylvia Noble was right. Maybe I am deluding myself. I’m not good enough for Rose.” Jack sadly admitted to a fear he’d been trying so hard to hide from.
Anger filled John and he surged to his feet; he never liked Sylvia Noble and couldn’t believe the nerve of that woman. “She said that!? That’s poppycock! Rose Tyler should be grateful to have you interested in her.”
Jack shook his head, wishing he could believe what his dad was saying was true, but he was starting to think that he was chasing nothing but a dream. “You want to know how it really went last night?”
John nodded his head. “Yeah, I do,” He was glad to see his son opening up to him the way he used to do when he was younger.
“Not good,” Jack shrugged as though it wasn’t that important to him. “Let’s face it, dad, I’m wasting my time. I’m not like Ross.” Jack pouted as he sat down on a chair. “I never will be.”
Sighing deeply at his son’s pain, John took his own seat. “Jack, I can tell you that every man I ever envied when I was just a boy had led an unremarkable life. But as men, they all achieved something great, usually not with goods or money but with things that are so much more important. Things like personal integrity and self-respect, pride in a job well-done, and best of all, the love of a good mate.”
Jack just sat there absorbing his father words. He too thought about the men that he had admired when he was younger, that he still admired today. Men like Wilf, the wall guard, Mr Smith, his school’s headmaster, and finally, the most important man in Jack’s world, his father. John Harkness was respected throughout the village as a man of his word, someone who had scrimped and sacrificed to ensure that his son had lacked for nothing as a child.
“So you don’t fit in with the popular crowd. Now, me? I take that as a very good omen.” John told his son as he patted Jack’s hand.
Later that night, when he was sure his father was fast asleep, Jack sunk out of their house and headed back into town. Like the night before Jack tossed small stones at Rose’s window.
Rose rolled her eyes as she opened her window. “Jack, I clearly said…”
Jack cut her off at that point, “I know. You told me not to come. I have something for you though, a birthday surprise.” Jack knew she couldn’t resist a gift.
And Jack was right; not even five minutes later Rose was sneaking out of her house and the two quietly slipped out of town and into the empty field near the wall.
Rose watched with wide eyes as Jack laid out a mini-feast before her complete with champagne. “It’s not my birthday for another week, you now.” She reminded him but really didn’t care; she liked the attention she was getting from Jack.
Jack just smiled at the blond and poured them each a glass of champagne.
Smiling Rose accepted her glass and admitted to the man, “I’ve never had champagne before.”
Jack smile grew a little brighter. “Yeah, me neither.” Jack was so happy that he was the one who got to have this first with Rose and not Ross that he could have danced around the blanket.
Both took a tiny sip and Rose couldn’t help but exclaim, “My God! This is delicious!” and with that said she took a bigger sip.
A few moments passed with neither saying anything as they enjoyed their drink, but finally Rose could no longer stay silent; she had to ask, “How did… Well, how does a shop boy afford all this?”
Jack felt his jaw twitch with angry, he hated being called ‘shop boy’ he was much more than that. “I’m not a shop boy.” He was barely able to keep the bite out of his voice.
Shame filled Rose as she remembered her actions earlier in the day. “God! I heard. I’m so sorry.” And she was for her role in getting Jack fired; who was going to carry her stuff for her now? “What are you going to do now?”
Jack shook his head realising that she wasn’t getting what he was saying. “No. I mean I’m not a shop boy. I was just working in the shop.” He explained to her. “And now I’m not. Now I’m free to live my life as I wish.” A smile graced his handsome face at that; he had plans that didn’t include staying in Wall for all his life.
Rose looked at the feast before her and suddenly realised something important. “This must have been all your savings.” She was shocked that Jack would spend this much on her.
“So? I can make more. That’s the beauty of it.” Jack shrugged his shoulders, trying to act like it was no big deal but knowing that his dad would freak if he found out what he had spent all his money on.
Jack looked into Rose’s eyes and he knew the moment was right to confide in her. “I don’t intend to stay inside the wall, Rose. There’s a big world out there, and I’m gonna make my fortune.” He told her, excitement lacing his voice.
Rose let out a small laugh at that. “Now you sound just like Ross. He’s quite the traveler.” She looked up at him from under her lashes as she coyly asked him, “Do you know he’s gone all the way to London just to buy me a ring?”
Jack choked on his drink. “London? A ring? Why is he… What kind of ring?” He found himself asking despite the fact he had a pretty good idea of exactly what kind of ring Ross would go all the way to London for.
Happiness shone in Rose’s eyes as she answered him, “The word is he’s planning to propose to me on my birthday.”
Jack couldn’t wrap his head around what he was being told. “He’s going to… And you’re gonna say yes.” He could feel his heart breaking.
Rose nodded her head. “I can’t exactly say no after he’s gone all the way to London.” She reminded him as she drank the last of her champagne, and held out her glass for more. It was a good idea to enjoy as much of the goodies that Jack had brought for her as she could, just in case he changed his mind about sharing them with her.
Jack founded that to be a pretty stupid reason to say yes to getting married. “All the way to London? Rose, for your hand in marriage I’d cross oceans or continents!” He told her proudly.
“Really?” Rose shifted closer to Jack. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yes. Rose, for your hand in marriage I would go to San Francisco and bring back your weight in gold. I would…” He climbed to his feet and waved his arms expansively. “I would go to Africa and bring back a diamond as big as your fist. Or I would go to the Arctic and I’d slaughter a polar bear and bring you back its head.” Jack really hoped she wouldn’t choose the last he would hate to take the life of such an innocent creature.
“A polar bear’s head? You’re really funny, Jack.” Rose’s laughter filled the air. Once she got her giggles under control she took a deep breath and looked at him seriously; she could see that the time had come to set him straight. “People like you and people like me, Jack, we’re just not…” Rose trailed off as she saw the heartbreak in Jack’s blue eyes. “I should be going. It’s really late.” She began to climb to her feet.
Jack knew he had been rejected, politely but firmly, but at the same time he didn’t want Rose to go just yet. “Well, hold on, then. Let’s at least finish the champagne.” He suggested as he offered her the bottle.
“Okay.” Rose readily agreed; after all, it was really good champagne.
Had Jack know then how the stars above watched the Earth, he’d have shuddered at the very thought of an audience to his humiliation.
But, fortunately for him, nearly every star in the sky was at the moment looking in earnest at the land on the other side of the wall, where the King of all Torchwood lay on his deathbed, which was a coincidence because it was the King’s final act that would change the course of Jack’s destiny forever.
The King of Torchwood, Harold Saxon, was once a strong man but the many long years of his life had taken a toll, and now he was nothing now but a frail man wasting away in his final hours. He looked at his three sons gathered at his bed. “Where is Rex?” he asked.
His most devious son, John Hart, stepped forward. “He’s on his way, father.” He informed his dying father.
Harold nodded. “Then we shall wait.” His three sons shared a look that clearly said they did not want to wait for their last brother.
They didn’t have to wait long as the bedroom doors were flung open to reveal a frowning dark-skinned man. “Sorry I’m late, father. I came as swiftly as I was able.” Rex apologized to his father; he then turned to his three brothers. “John, Adam, Owen,” he greeted them.
Harold coughed gaining the attention of his sons. “So, to the matter of succession. Of my seven sons, there are four of you today still standing. This is quite a break in tradition. I had twelve brothers…” He was cut off by his eldest son, John.
“And you killed them all for your throne before your father, the King, even felt poorly. We know, Father. You’re strong and courageous.” John told him.
Rex cut in. “And cunning. Most importantly, cunning.”
Harold looked at his son. “Rex.”
Rex perked up. “Yes, Father?”
“Look through the window. Tell me what you see.” Harold ordered.
Rex did as he was told and moved towards the open balcony doors. “I see the kingdom, Father, the whole of Torchwood.”
“And?” Harold prompted.
Rex looked at him hopeful as he asked, “My kingdom?”
“Maybe. Look up.” Harold ordered before sharing a look with John. Grinning fiercely, the other man moved towards his brother who was now looking up at the stars, and quite happily pushed him over the side of the balcony.
“Rex!” Three voices greeted him, all speaking at once.
Rex had no clue as to what had just happened; and he could only blink as he came face-to-face with three people he thought for certain were dead. “Eugene, Ed, Banana. You’re alive! You’re…” It finally dawned on him that he was dead when he went to hug Eugene and instead, passed right through him.
“Yup, that’s us. Stuck like this till the new king is crowned.” Banana informed him.
Rex pouted as he held up one of his new ghost hands. “I was that close.” He used his fingers to indicate how close he had been.
“Well, at least you haven’t lost your looks,” Eugene reminded him as he pointed to his right side of his face which was completely flattened.
“Oh, please. You’re not annoyed about the whole murder thing, are you? I mean that was ten years ago.” Rex pointed out.
Eugene raised an eyebrow as best he could, “Yeah. Great deal of good it did you, didn’t it, killing me, Rex, because now you’re the king of all of Torchwood. Oh, sorry. Wait. No, you’re not. You’re dead!” Eugene took great joy in reminding the brother who robbed him of his life and his chance to rule.
“Donna? Donna?” Harold called out softly, looking for his only daughter.
Owen hated to see his father like this; he had been calling for Donna a lot of late. “No, father, it is me, your son, Owen.”
Harold shook his head; he already knew that. “Where is your sister, Donna?” He wanted to see his daughter one last time, she was the only one of his children that he truly cared for and he wished no harm to come to her.
“Sorry, Father. No one has seen Donna for years now.” Owen reminded his father softly.
“Adam.” Harold turned to his son.
“What?” Adam did not like where this was going.
“Tradition dictates the throne must past to a male heir.” Harold began reminding his son.
“Exactly, Father, so why would I kill my sister when these cretins are still alive?” Adam asked gesturing to his two remaining alive brothers.
The King raised an eyebrow. “Indeed, therefore we shall resolve the situation in a non-traditional manner.” Harold removed the pocket watch that rested on his chest, the royal watch that only the King of Torchwood may wear for within it lay the royal ruby. His sons watched in awe as the watch turned from gold to silver. “Only he of royal blood can restore the watch. And the one of that does shall be the new king of Torchwood.” As the King spoke these words the watch began to glow before lifting out of his hands and shooting up into the night sky.*****