Title: It Was Bound to Happen Sooner or Later
Fandoms: Doctor Who/Frozen
Characters: Jack, Elsa, and Eleven
Rating: G
Length: 1362 words
Disclaimer: The characters and locations portrayed here are not mine. Doctor Who belongs to the BBC and Frozen belongs to Disney. This is a fan authored work and no profit is being made. Please do not archive this story without my permission.
Author’s Notes: This started out as a drabble, but then it grew a bit. It’ll probably be approximately number two in a series, if I get around to the other bits I want to write. I’m not entirely happy about this one but I’m not unhappy either, so I’ll leave it up to you to judge, if you read it.
Summary: Jack meets a pretty girl in a bar.


"So what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" Jack asks, casually ducking as a half-empty bottle summersaults over his head. It hurtles on, flinging beer across the crowd of brawling bar patrons and eventually hitting a light-blue man in the shoulder at the same time as a snowball impacts his forehead. The young woman next to Jack grins youthfully at him, her thick braid almost as white as the ice currently spraying from her hands.
"Creating a distraction. What about you?"
"Oh, you know," he quips, aiming at some thugs attempting to sneak up on them from behind, "the usual tourist stuff. See the sights, eat the food, visit the local bar and get involved in a fight..."
His gun fires and their attackers go down in a sticky mess of limbs and rubber, swearing loudly as they discover exactly why the rubber gun became so popular with the police on 35th century Jupiter. Looking over her shoulder, the woman raises a sexy eyebrow.
"Cool," she exclaims, quite aware of her pun. Neither able nor willing to stop himself, Jack directs a broad smile her way.
"Just wait until you see what else I can do."
She laughs and returns his smile, freezing another fighter as he makes a grab for her.
“Should I be worried?”
He simply widens his grin, and she shakes her head and continues to cause surprisingly harmless mayhem.

The demonstration of their combined powers eventually becomes too much for even the most ardent fighter, and the two of them watch as the patrons who can still walk retreat hastily out the front door.
“So much for a diversion, the young woman sighs as the last man stumbles out. “Don’t they have any form of law enforcement in this place?”
“I’m afraid they’re all a bit busy at the moment,” a cheerful voice informs them. Jack spins around just in time to spot a man strolling out of the back room, hands shoved into the pockets of his tweed suit jacket, a bowtie around his neck, and a silly grin on his face.
“Doctor!” the woman next to Jack scolds mildly, and he blinks, refocusing on the man in front of him. “A diversion is of no use if you’re going to be even more conspicuous, you know.”
“I didn’t actually do it on purpose, Elsa,” the Doctor retorts, looking a little sheepish. “Hello, Jack.”
“Doctor,” Jack returns the greeting, not knowing how to react, or how the Doctor will react to him for that matter. Elsa looks from one to the other, before deciding to let the matter drop in a manner that tells Jack that this is not her first trip with the Doctor.
“I’m sure this is nice,” she comments, “but should we perhaps be getting out of here?”
As if on cue, a commotion begins outside the door, and the Doctor nods sharply.
“Rights as always, Elsa!” Turning on his heels he heads back the way he arrived, Jack and Elsa following close behind.

They emerge in a backyard, from which they make their way out into the city.
“So what’s this all about, Doctor?” Jack asks as they jog along the mostly deserted streets.
“Nothing much,” the Doctor replies casually. “I’m just returning something they lost a while back.”
Jack doesn’t believe him for a moment.
“People don’t usually become angry when they have something returned. What’s the catch?”
“A catch? Why would there be a catch?”
Beside them, Elsa rolls her eyes.
“Give up, Doctor, he obviously knows you.”
With a petulant huff the Doctor gives in, ignoring the merriment in his companion’s faces.
“The government of Trixx used to have a democratic system that was both the terror and the envy of the galaxy - all of its inhabitants were given an implant that allowed them to speak nothing but the truth. It may sound horrible to you, but the people here have always been happy with it - they couldn’t hide it if they weren’t.” He pauses briefly as they duck into an alleyway to hide from a group of soldiers. “Unfortunately, a few decades ago an essential part of the main equipment was lost, causing the system to shut down, and they no longer have the ability to repair it. As you can imagine, most people were completely unfamiliar with even the concept of lying, allowing some less than savoury characters to take control of the government. However, luckily for the people of Trixx I happened to find the part they need earlier today.”
“In the Supreme Leader’s private vault, no less,” Elsa adds dryly. “You’d think he’d have noticed it being in there at some point.”
Jack laughs.
“Imagine that. I don’t suppose he’s very happy about his newfound truthfulness, either?”
“Well,” the Doctor shrugs, as they approach the Tardis, “I think he’s even less happy about the extra security I added to the system.”
“You’re right, Doctor.”
The air in front of the Tardis shimmers and distorts, revealing several soldiers with their guns pointed at the small group. From behind them steps a man in a plum-red outfit, which clashes rather horribly with is blond hair and mint-green skin. He is still quite handsome, though, Jack notices, smiling.
“Hi.”
The Doctor glares at him.
“Jack, now is really not the time.”
“I was just being polite!”
“Enough!” the Supreme Leader interrupts angrily. “Everyone should be paying attention to me!” He shuts his mouth with an audible click, looking as sour as a lemon.
“How’s that truth-implant working for you?” the Doctor asks innocently. Glaring, the Supreme Leader refuses to answer. The soldiers look uncertainly at each other, several of them fidgeting nervously.
“Your Supremeness..?” one begins tentatively.
“Don’t worry about him,” Elsa tells the soldier, her voice suddenly more commanding, yet also somehow friendly and reassuring. “He is simply finding the truth hard to swallow.” She pauses, as if suddenly realising something. “Maybe now is the time to ask him about those pay cuts people have been talking about?”
The soldier’s eyes widen, and an angry outburst escapes the lips of the Supreme Leader. Momentarily the soldiers forget all about the little group in front of them, as they all turn towards their employer. Impressed, Jack sends Elsa an appraising look.
“I think I’m in love,” he quips, and she blushes prettily before the Doctor grabs her hand and pulls her around the soldiers and into the Tardis, Jack following close behind.

Relieved, he closes the door behind them as the Doctor lets out a laugh which is quickly followed by a kiss planted solidly on Elsa’s forehead. The look on her face is a sight, her mouth hanging open in surprise as the Doctor leaves her to dance around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers.
“Genius, Elsa!” he exclaims. “How did you know about the pay cuts?”
Shaking off her surprise she grins mischievously.
“I didn’t. But I do know what soldiers worry about.”
“Brilliant,” he grins, before turning to Jack, his expression now suddenly serious. They simply stand there for a moment, staring at each other in silence. Despite the changes, now that he knows to look Jack finds it easy to see the Doctor in this new body, to notice the old eyes in the young face. He wonders what the Doctor sees, when he looks at him.
“So…” the Doctor eventually breaks the silence. “It might be difficult to get you back to your spaceship for a while, sorry about that.”
Jack shrugs.
“Don’t worry about it, I was only hitchhiking. I don’t have a ship.”
“Really?” The Doctor’s look intensifies, before he suddenly spins away to fiddle with something on the console. “Why don’t you stay around, then? I’ll let you off wherever you like.”
His voice is artfully casual, and Jack imitates it when he answers,
“Yeah, sure.”
“Great! Elsa will find you a room.”
With a shrug and a raised eyebrow she motions him towards the inner door. As they leave, the Doctor studiously ignores them, staring fixedly at the console, his face hidden from view. Jack pats the Tardis wall affectionately, and smiles.