Challenge 678 - Rough ride
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m_findlowTitle: Rough ride
Character: Jack, Alexander Martin (The house that Jack built/Bay of the dead)
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 678 - Wheel at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100
Summary: Alexander needs to weigh up escaping Jack Harkness style or dying of boredom. A double drabble.
'Who taught you how to drive?' Alexander grumbled as Jack took charge of the wheelchair, forcing it over the uneven lawn of the retirement home. Alexander felt every last bump, knot of weeds and divot created by a walking stick, making his old bones judder in the seat. At this rate, he wasn't going to make it to Torchwood, certainly not without a few broken bones.
'Hey, you were the one that wanted out of here,' Jack reminded him, maintaining the brutal pace as he put distance between them and any surly young male nurses who might foil their escape attempts. 'I could just throw you over the hedge and meet you on the outside if you prefer.'
'This is fine,' Alexander said, forcing the words out through clenched jaws, trying to stop his teeth from being rattled out of his skull. As a former medic, he knew it was altogether possible. 'You'd just better have some nice sexy executive assistant I can grope when we get there.'
Jack grinned. 'Sexy, yes, but I don't think he'll appreciate an old guy in a wheelchair copping a feel.'
Alexander grunted. 'He lets you, doesn't he? You're not exactly a spring chicken.'
Character: Jack, Alexander Martin (The house that Jack built/Bay of the dead)
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 678 - Wheel at
tw100Summary: Alexander needs to weigh up escaping Jack Harkness style or dying of boredom. A double drabble.
'Who taught you how to drive?' Alexander grumbled as Jack took charge of the wheelchair, forcing it over the uneven lawn of the retirement home. Alexander felt every last bump, knot of weeds and divot created by a walking stick, making his old bones judder in the seat. At this rate, he wasn't going to make it to Torchwood, certainly not without a few broken bones.
'Hey, you were the one that wanted out of here,' Jack reminded him, maintaining the brutal pace as he put distance between them and any surly young male nurses who might foil their escape attempts. 'I could just throw you over the hedge and meet you on the outside if you prefer.'
'This is fine,' Alexander said, forcing the words out through clenched jaws, trying to stop his teeth from being rattled out of his skull. As a former medic, he knew it was altogether possible. 'You'd just better have some nice sexy executive assistant I can grope when we get there.'
Jack grinned. 'Sexy, yes, but I don't think he'll appreciate an old guy in a wheelchair copping a feel.'
Alexander grunted. 'He lets you, doesn't he? You're not exactly a spring chicken.'
