One Shots Stories

How Time Unraveled(Jessica Jones x Tenth Doctor)

Marvel Jessica Jones and Doctor Who Crossover

In the bustling streets of New York City, Jessica Jones, a private investigator with a dark past, finds herself entangled in a new case that defies explanation. People are disappearing without a trace, leaving behind only cryptic symbols. As she investigates, she uncovers a connection to an alien artifact that has the power to manipulate time.

Jessica's fingers drummed impatiently on her desk as she stared at the photographs of the mysterious symbols. "Cryptic crap. Just what I needed," she muttered.

The familiar wheezing sound echoed through the air, catching Jessica's attention. She glanced out the window, her eyes narrowing at the blue police box that had materialized on the street below. "What the hell is that?" she mumbled to herself.

The TARDIS door swung open, and a tall man with messy brown hair and a long coat stepped out. "Ah, New York City! Always exciting," he exclaimed with a grin.

Jessica's skepticism flared. "Who are you?"

The Doctor flashed her a charming smile. "I'm the Doctor, and you are?"

"None of your business," Jessica shot back.

"Oh, a mystery woman. I like mysteries," the Doctor replied, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Look, Doctor, I don't have time for your weirdo act right now. I'm in the middle of something," Jessica retorted.

"Ah, but you see, I'm here because of that something," the Doctor said, his expression turning serious. "Those symbols, they're not just any symbols. They're a message through time, a puzzle waiting to be solved."

Jessica arched an eyebrow. "You expect me to believe that?"

"I expect you to at least consider it," the Doctor replied. "I've been chasing these temporal ripples across the universe, and they led me here, to this exact point in space and time."

"Great. So you're saying I've got alien graffiti now?" Jessica muttered.

"Alien, yes. Graffiti, no," the Doctor said with a grin. "These symbols hold a clue to something big, something that threatens to unravel time itself."

Jessica sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Fine. Let's say I buy into your timey-wimey nonsense. What's the plan, Doctor?"

"We investigate, of course! Unravel the mystery together," the Doctor replied, his enthusiasm undeterred.

Jessica rolled her eyes. "I investigate, you stay out of my way."

The Doctor chuckled. "Oh, I've heard that before. Doesn't usually work out that way."

As they began to delve into the case, their interactions evolved from bickering to a grudging respect. Late nights turned into stolen moments of vulnerability, and their dynamic shifted.

One evening, as they stood on a rooftop overlooking the city, the Doctor turned to Jessica. "You know, for someone who's been through so much, you're remarkably resilient."

Jessica looked at him, her guard momentarily down. "It's not like I have a choice."

The Doctor's gaze softened. "No one ever does, not really."

Their eyes locked, a shared understanding passing between them. In that moment, their connection deepened beyond words.

Jessica paced back and forth in her office, frustration evident on her face. "We've hit a dead end, Doctor. No leads, no answers."

The Doctor leaned against a desk, his brow furrowed. "There has to be something we're missing. A piece of the puzzle we haven't connected yet."

Jessica shot him a skeptical look. "You're not seriously suggesting we just wait for inspiration to strike, are you?"

The Doctor grinned mischievously. "Well, inspiration often comes when you least expect it. Like when you're busy looking for something else."

Jessica rolled her eyes. "I swear, you're impossible."

"Ah, but that's why you like me, isn't it?" the Doctor replied with a wink.

Jessica huffed, unable to suppress a smirk. "Maybe just a little."

As days turned into weeks, their partnership grew stronger. They worked together, piecing together clues and chasing down leads. Each challenge they faced brought them closer, and their banter evolved into a rhythm that only they understood.

One evening, after narrowly escaping danger, Jessica leaned against the TARDIS door, catching her breath. "You know, for a guy who claims to be a genius, you sure know how to get us into trouble."

The Doctor grinned, "Ah, but isn't the thrill of danger all part of the experience?"

"Easy for you to say. You've got a sonic screwdriver," Jessica replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "And you've got that resourceful mind of yours. It's saved us more times than you realize."

Jessica looked at him, her expression softening. "Yeah, well... maybe you're not so bad to have around."

The Doctor's smile turned genuine. "I could say the same about you, Jessica Jones."

As they continued their investigation, their unspoken feelings became harder to ignore. Late one night, as they sat on a park bench under the starry sky, the Doctor spoke up. "Jessica, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Jessica turned to him, curiosity in her eyes. "What is it?"

The Doctor took a deep breath. "I've traveled through time and space, seen countless wonders and met incredible beings, but none of that compares to the moments we've shared. You've shown me a different kind of strength, one that comes from within, from surviving against all odds."

Jessica's heart skipped a beat, her walls crumbling. "Doctor..."

He took her hand in his, his gaze unwavering. "Jessica Jones, in the midst of chaos and danger, I found a connection with you that I can't ignore. It's more than just solving this case; it's about the journey we've taken together."

Jessica's voice was barely a whisper. "And what if this journey leads us to a dead end?"

The Doctor smiled softly. "Then I'll consider it a journey worth taking, because I've found something rare and precious in you."

Their fingers intertwined, and in that moment, the barriers between them shattered. As they leaned in, their lips met in a kiss that spoke of unspoken emotions and shared experiences.