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donutsweeper) wrote2008-11-26 10:27 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-11-26 10:27 pm
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A Start
Title: A Start
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Doctor Who fandom, Jack/Nine, set shortly after "Boom Town," rated PG
Word Count: 299
Summary: The Doctor was foolish to think he could resist.
Author's Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unfeathered's birthday.
“So,” Jack said as he wandered in and leaned up against the console.
“So,” the Doctor replied. He didn’t look up, but still noticed out of the corner of his eye that Jack had pulled another outfit out of the wardrobe room. “Rose settled then?”
“Yep, all that shopping wore her out.”
The Doctor just nodded, concentrating on replacing the diodes. “Good. That’s good.” It probably would have been possible for Jack to have found a pair of jeans that were tighter, but he wasn’t sure how.
“Anything I can help with?” Jack bent down to get a better look at the wiring the Doctor was working on. If he was aware that his tee shirt brushed gently against the Doctor’s arm, he gave no sign.
“Nah, I’ve got it. Piece of cake, really.” Finally looking up the Doctor grinned, making a shooing motion. “Off you go.”
“Doctor.” Jack sounded a bit exasperated. “I can help, really. I don’t want to be,” Jack trailed off, sighing. “Never mind.” He ran his fingers through his hair, seeming to deflate right in front of the Doctor’s eyes. “I’ll just....Night, Doctor. See you in the morning then.” He offered a sloppy two fingered salute before taking a step towards the door.
“Jack?” the Doctor reached out, snagging the back of Jack’s shirt to keep him from walking away. He unintentionally, absolutely unintentionally, used a little too much force and Jack staggered back a half step, almost losing his balance, and would have fallen if the Doctor hadn’t grabbed his forearm tightly with his other hand. “Woah, there.” He released his grip on the tee shirt in favor of resting it lightly along the small of Jack’s back, smiling slightly as Jack leaned into the touch. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Doctor Who fandom, Jack/Nine, set shortly after "Boom Town," rated PG
Word Count: 299
Summary: The Doctor was foolish to think he could resist.
Author's Note: Written for
unfeathered's birthday.“So,” Jack said as he wandered in and leaned up against the console.
“So,” the Doctor replied. He didn’t look up, but still noticed out of the corner of his eye that Jack had pulled another outfit out of the wardrobe room. “Rose settled then?”
“Yep, all that shopping wore her out.”
The Doctor just nodded, concentrating on replacing the diodes. “Good. That’s good.” It probably would have been possible for Jack to have found a pair of jeans that were tighter, but he wasn’t sure how.
“Anything I can help with?” Jack bent down to get a better look at the wiring the Doctor was working on. If he was aware that his tee shirt brushed gently against the Doctor’s arm, he gave no sign.
“Nah, I’ve got it. Piece of cake, really.” Finally looking up the Doctor grinned, making a shooing motion. “Off you go.”
“Doctor.” Jack sounded a bit exasperated. “I can help, really. I don’t want to be,” Jack trailed off, sighing. “Never mind.” He ran his fingers through his hair, seeming to deflate right in front of the Doctor’s eyes. “I’ll just....Night, Doctor. See you in the morning then.” He offered a sloppy two fingered salute before taking a step towards the door.
“Jack?” the Doctor reached out, snagging the back of Jack’s shirt to keep him from walking away. He unintentionally, absolutely unintentionally, used a little too much force and Jack staggered back a half step, almost losing his balance, and would have fallen if the Doctor hadn’t grabbed his forearm tightly with his other hand. “Woah, there.” He released his grip on the tee shirt in favor of resting it lightly along the small of Jack’s back, smiling slightly as Jack leaned into the touch. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”