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orange_crushed) wrote2009-01-06 04:10 pm
orange_crushed) wrote2009-01-06 04:10 pm
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Short fic: Awkward age. (Jack and Eleven meet, and there is... innuendo. In your endo.)
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thunderemerald was thinking about the inevitable meeting between Jack and our new Eleventh Doctor, and a part of me got... carried away. (As a side-note, thunderemerald is also looking for good Jack-meets-Eleven fics, if you have any !) Spoilers under the cut, sort of. If vague physical descriptions count.
"Oh yes, please." The Doctor grinned. "I've got such an appetite." His eyes widened. "For pizza."
"Jesus Christ," said Jack. "You did this on purpose."
"I did what ?" The Doctor looked up from his position neck-deep in the floor grating; he was looking for the coffee mug Jack had just dropped down there upon walking into the TARDIS and finding, in the other man's words, an extra from 'Skins' doing the re-wiring. Someday he'd either have to ask what that meant or find the TiVO patch. "What did I do ?"
"You're all," Jack sketched a loose outline in the air. "Illegal. I don't know what I did to deserve this."
"You were either very good," said the Doctor, finding the mug and twirling it idly by the handle, "or very, very bad." He set the mug on the grates and lifted himself rather awkwardly out of the gap. "Knowing you-"
"Bad," Jack agreed, without really listening. "So bad."
"I'm not any more flexible in this body than I was in the last one," the Doctor said. A beat passed. His ears turned a magnificent red, and he backed away several inches. "I mean, socially. Concerning attitudes about- parts. My parts. Historiographically. You know what I mean."
"Your loss," shrugged Jack. "Lunch ?"
"Oh yes, please." The Doctor grinned. "I've got such an appetite." His eyes widened. "For pizza."
"I hate you," said Jack.
thunderemerald was thinking about the inevitable meeting between Jack and our new Eleventh Doctor, and a part of me got... carried away. (As a side-note, thunderemerald is also looking for good Jack-meets-Eleven fics, if you have any !) Spoilers under the cut, sort of. If vague physical descriptions count."Oh yes, please." The Doctor grinned. "I've got such an appetite." His eyes widened. "For pizza."
"Jesus Christ," said Jack. "You did this on purpose."
"I did what ?" The Doctor looked up from his position neck-deep in the floor grating; he was looking for the coffee mug Jack had just dropped down there upon walking into the TARDIS and finding, in the other man's words, an extra from 'Skins' doing the re-wiring. Someday he'd either have to ask what that meant or find the TiVO patch. "What did I do ?"
"You're all," Jack sketched a loose outline in the air. "Illegal. I don't know what I did to deserve this."
"You were either very good," said the Doctor, finding the mug and twirling it idly by the handle, "or very, very bad." He set the mug on the grates and lifted himself rather awkwardly out of the gap. "Knowing you-"
"Bad," Jack agreed, without really listening. "So bad."
"I'm not any more flexible in this body than I was in the last one," the Doctor said. A beat passed. His ears turned a magnificent red, and he backed away several inches. "I mean, socially. Concerning attitudes about- parts. My parts. Historiographically. You know what I mean."
"Your loss," shrugged Jack. "Lunch ?"
"Oh yes, please." The Doctor grinned. "I've got such an appetite." His eyes widened. "For pizza."
"I hate you," said Jack.
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You wear it so well.
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Need Glittery Blame Hat icon now.
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SPARKLE MOAR
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