Friends (Jack Harkness X Reader)

You scowled as Jack hurried out of your shared apartment, offering you a cheeky grin and a quick wave before he left, going out to meet another one of his “friends”.

Jack was your best friend, and he had been for a long time, but somewhere along the line you had fallen for him. Which sucked. It seriously sucked. There was nothing else you could use to describe it; it was just terrible.

You hated that you had feelings for him, you hated that he was so damn attractive, you hated that he had so many “friends”, sometimes you even hated being his friend.

Why, why on Earth did you have to fall for him? What did you do to deserve this? You sighed, locking the door and curling up on the couch, blinking furiously to keep the tears at bay.

You wanted to tell him, oh how you wanted to, but you didn’t want him to leave. And you knew he would, he was Captain Jack Harkness, he didn’t love the people he slept with, he was just full of lust.

And if he knew that you loved him, he would leave. The few boyfriends you had had always left, why would he be any different? And he wasn’t even your boyfriend! Just your best friend, and that’s all he ever would be.

You cried into the couch, letting all of your emotions out, and eventually, you ran out of tears, drifting off to sleep with a whimper.

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Jack came home the next morning, whistling faintly as he unlocked the door. There was a spring in his step as he walked in, disappearing as he spotted you dozing on the couch.

He furrowed his brow in confusion; your room was just down the hall, why had you slept on the tiny couch? As he got closer, he noticed that your cheeks had tear trails on them, and they were still slightly wet.

Jack sighed, caressing your face tenderly. What happened that made you cry? He didn’t want to see you, his precious __y/n__ sad; it made his heart physically ache to see you upset.

He scooped you up off the couch, cradling you to his chest as he carried you into your room, setting you down gently on the bed. You were still asleep, and Jack carefully pulled your __f/c__ covers around your body, smiling sadly down at your small form.

He still hadn’t told you that he was practically immortal, even though you’d been living together for nearly six years. He just didn’t know how to tell you; how does one go about telling their roommate/best friend/secret crush that you were actually several hundred years old?  

And that was a big reason why he couldn’t express his feelings to you; you’d die and leave him alone. Jack had a whole new appreciation for the Doctor now, having all these companions grow old and leave you. The other reason was that he was afraid.

Captain Jack Harkness was afraid to admit his feelings to a girl, imagine that. But he was, he loved you, so much more than he’d ever loved anyone, and he couldn’t handle your rejection. The only reason he had so many special “friends” was because he was Jack Harkness, and he was horny, and he hated being in your presence when he was.

He was worried that someday he’d break and do something he’d regret, something to make you hate him. So whenever he felt his urges kicking in, he’d hightail it out of there, never noticing the way your face dropped or your eyes dimmed as his arm went around yet another “friend”.

“Jack…” You mumbled in your sleep, rolling over, snapping Jack out of his reverie. He peered down at you lovingly, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. For once, he noticed how you reacted to his touch.

Even though you were asleep, you nuzzled into him, a hum of contentment buzzing in your throat. He pulled away, still gazing at you curiously.

You whined softly, your lips curving downward slightly, the hum fading instantly.

Jack realized then that maybe, just maybe, you loved him just as much as he loved you.

End. <3