Title: One Hand
Characters: Jack, the Doctor’s hand
Spoilers: Doctor Who: The Christmas Invasion, Torchwood: Day One, End Of Days.
Summary: Jack’s thoughts when he first got the Doctor’s hand
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters, or Doctor Who either.
A/N: For Zealith on AO3, who said: ‘I would love to see how Jack got a hold of the Doctor's hand or his reaction to first getting it.’ This is the short version, but I’m working on a longer fic written as a set of drabbles with an altered version of this as one section.
Jack stared morosely at the hand in its jar. Over a century of waiting for his Doctor and all he had to show for it was a severed hand. He didn’t know whether to feel hopeful or insulted.
On the one hand (the one in the jar), it would serve as a Doctor detector. On the other hand (the one still attached to the Doctor), he was no closer to finding out what had happened or why the Doctor had left without him.
He was trying so hard to be patient, but he needed answers only the Doctor could provide.