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cheesygirlHere's a silly little Doctor Who ficlet, my first writing venture in this fandom! Jack, Rose, and Ten, 400+ words, PG-13.
“He’s the Doctor?” Jack asked Rose for the tenth time.
“For the last time, yes, he is the Doctor. Different, but still the same. You’ll understand after you spend some time with him.”
Jack watched from the side of the room as the Doctor fussed with the TARDIS console, seemingly oblivious to their tête-á-tête. “Different, but still the same, huh?” His eyebrow lifted appreciatively when the Doctor bent over to reattach a loose wire. “Ooh, I like this one’s bum better. Not sure about that suit, though.”
“I think it’s smart.” Rose mused.
Jack watched her watching the Doctor. “Rose, you are a naughty girl.”
“What?”
“You really fancy this one, don’t you?” he asked.
Rose blushed. “What? I… but… it’s the Doctor!. I don’t---I haven’t---I never--” she sputtered.
“Oh, come on, you fancied the last one too, but this one, like you said, is the same, but different. Just the right kind of different.” Jack winked.
“I dunno. It’s…complicated.” Rose shrugged.
Jack put his arm around her. “Oh, my sweet, darling Rose and your charming 21st century notions. It’s just a simple matter of attraction, a basic human instinct. Act on it! That’s what I would do.”
“I’m not you, Jack. I--” Rose then noticed the hitch in Jack’s breath as the Doctor rolled up his shirtsleeves so he could reach into a narrow panel.
“So, what is your basic human instinct telling you to do?” She asked Jack.
He licked his lips thoughtfully. “My instinct is telling me I should find out exactly to what extent the Doctor is different—besides physically, although I’m very curious to know how some of his other features might have changed.” Jack eyed the Doctor’s trouser front.
Rose’s eyes widened. “Are you saying you’ve seen…”
“Caught a quick glance once when I forgot to knock and he was climbing out of the bath. Let me tell you, that particular feature didn’t need to be changed at all.” Jack sighed wistfully. “I still regret never getting around to buying him that drink.”
Rose’s mouth dropped open as the image of wet, naked Doctor bits meeting wet, naked Jack bits flashed in her mind. “W-well--” she cleared her throat in an attempt to compose herself after that delightful little vision. “Go on then. Act on it.”
Jack looked at her questioningly.
“You’ve piqued my scientific interest in the matter, that’s all.” Rose answered.
“Scientific interest, eh?”
“Yeah.” She nudged him. “Buy him that drink.”
Jack grinned. “Okay, I will.”
The Doctor looked up from his work. “Make mine a banana daiquiri, please, Jack. Ta!”
“He’s the Doctor?” Jack asked Rose for the tenth time.
“For the last time, yes, he is the Doctor. Different, but still the same. You’ll understand after you spend some time with him.”
Jack watched from the side of the room as the Doctor fussed with the TARDIS console, seemingly oblivious to their tête-á-tête. “Different, but still the same, huh?” His eyebrow lifted appreciatively when the Doctor bent over to reattach a loose wire. “Ooh, I like this one’s bum better. Not sure about that suit, though.”
“I think it’s smart.” Rose mused.
Jack watched her watching the Doctor. “Rose, you are a naughty girl.”
“What?”
“You really fancy this one, don’t you?” he asked.
Rose blushed. “What? I… but… it’s the Doctor!. I don’t---I haven’t---I never--” she sputtered.
“Oh, come on, you fancied the last one too, but this one, like you said, is the same, but different. Just the right kind of different.” Jack winked.
“I dunno. It’s…complicated.” Rose shrugged.
Jack put his arm around her. “Oh, my sweet, darling Rose and your charming 21st century notions. It’s just a simple matter of attraction, a basic human instinct. Act on it! That’s what I would do.”
“I’m not you, Jack. I--” Rose then noticed the hitch in Jack’s breath as the Doctor rolled up his shirtsleeves so he could reach into a narrow panel.
“So, what is your basic human instinct telling you to do?” She asked Jack.
He licked his lips thoughtfully. “My instinct is telling me I should find out exactly to what extent the Doctor is different—besides physically, although I’m very curious to know how some of his other features might have changed.” Jack eyed the Doctor’s trouser front.
Rose’s eyes widened. “Are you saying you’ve seen…”
“Caught a quick glance once when I forgot to knock and he was climbing out of the bath. Let me tell you, that particular feature didn’t need to be changed at all.” Jack sighed wistfully. “I still regret never getting around to buying him that drink.”
Rose’s mouth dropped open as the image of wet, naked Doctor bits meeting wet, naked Jack bits flashed in her mind. “W-well--” she cleared her throat in an attempt to compose herself after that delightful little vision. “Go on then. Act on it.”
Jack looked at her questioningly.
“You’ve piqued my scientific interest in the matter, that’s all.” Rose answered.
“Scientific interest, eh?”
“Yeah.” She nudged him. “Buy him that drink.”
Jack grinned. “Okay, I will.”
The Doctor looked up from his work. “Make mine a banana daiquiri, please, Jack. Ta!”
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Date: 2006-05-19 12:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-05-19 04:44 am (UTC)Very enjoyable. I can't wait for Jack and this Dr to meet (I know Jack is back in S3 as well as Torchwood).
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Date: 2006-05-19 10:23 am (UTC)