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I wrote a jack/cas story. This one takes place in the far future, because why not? And it might be multi-chapter, the potential is there.

4173 – Far in the future, Jack Harkness is still trying to fight for what is right. Castiel comes at the right time.

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Captain Jack Harkness glanced at his team. Three humans,a Cheem and a Judoon. With a gesture they moved into place and with a final signal they attacked. It took all of three seconds to realize it was a trap. “Fall back,” he yelled, trying to buy time as the demons swarmed. But the exit was blocked and while they fought desperately, Jack saw each of his team fall one by one. When the last one was dead, Jack reached into his coat and pulled out a bomb. He grinned and pressed the button as the demon fighting him tried to call for retreat. Then it went off.

When Jack woke he was in agony and alone. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to keep in the screams. It wouldn’t do any good anyway. Suddenly there were faint footsteps among the corpses. He forced his eyes open and looked up into deep blue eyes.

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I wrote a christmas smut Superwood fic for Jazzforthecaptain. Jack/Castiel:

Christmas Eve 1945 – Jack’s spending Christmas Eve alone, until Castiel comes to him.

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Sometimes Jack lost track of how many times he’d been alive in 1945. This time he was in a bar somewhere in northern Maine. It was one place he was fairly certain he wouldn’t run into himself. The bar was quiet, some Christmas music playing low on the radio. The tree in the corner couldn’t quite cover the smell of loneliness and beer.

The door opened, letting in an icy blast of air that made the handful of patrons curl tighter around their drinks. Only the most desperate would be here on Christmas Eve, after all.

A warm, but familiar hand landed on Jack’s shoulder. He hardly dared hope as he turned around and looked into deep blue eyes. “Cas,” he breathed. Before he could even think, he was pulling the angel in for a kiss, warm tongue pressing past cool lips, hands full of cold trenchcoat.

Someone coughed. There was a rush of wind and when Jack came up for air he found they were in a cozy cabin. He chuckled. “I suppose there are some advantages to being an angel.”

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