Jack groaned as the noise
permeated his aching head. As usual, he heard them before he saw
them. He was beginning to suspect they never shut up. Maybe he
shouldn’t have drunk so much of that Namaran wine… and why
weren’t the pills working?
let me get this straight, the TARDIS is alive?”
“Like, really alive?”
“As much as a
trans-dimensional being can
“Does she have a central nervous system? Does
she have higher functions? Is the whole TARDIS a living ship, or only
“It’s a bit more complicated then
“How much more complicated?”
couldn’t help but grin at the grilling Martha was giving him. The
way she tried to pin down his answers was hilarious He almost felt
sorry for the doctor… well, not really.
Jack compared their relationship with the one the Doctor had with
Rose. He remembered the gentle, almost tender, banter between Rose
and the old Doctor; the one he always referred to, in his mind, as
the original…until the Doctor informed him the other day, ever so
casually, that it had been his ninth incarnation, actually.
that was another thing that had changed; trying to get information
out of the old Doctor was like pulling teeth. Not this one, this one
shouted from the rooftops…at breakneck speed.
Except when it
came to Rose; he never talked about Rose. Sometimes, it felt like
Rose Tyler hung like a spectre around the Doctor’s thoughts, until
Martha snapped him out of it with yet another barrage of
He was beginning to suspect she did it on purpose,
to pull him out of his brooding. A brooding Timelord was never good;
that way led madness and destruction, and banana plantations…
leaned back in his chair and smirked as they boldly walked into the
room, too immersed in their ‘discussion’ to even notice he was
sitting at the table.
“Trans-dimensional?” Martha echoed,
hands on hips as she cocked her head and arched a perfectly plucked
eyebrow. “So, we’re not talking about a corporeal being
“Not as such, no,” the Doctor said, grinning
slyly. “But she does have a sensory system.”
bobbed from one face to another as he idly wondered if they were
sleeping together. Probably not, this Doctor may be more open than
the last, but he was still the Doctor. A pity, this version was even
cuter than the last one, and a good shag would probably do him some
good… all that bouncing around must have some
root in sexual frustration.
A delicious picture popped up in
his mind, and Jack grinned. He’d always liked threesomes.
voice pulled him out of his daydream. “What are you
Jack grinned at the
knowing look on Martha’s face. “Sorry, that comes with a
The Doctor snorted. “Some things never
change,” he declared dramatically as he hauled out a chair from the
table and flopped onto it. “How’s your noggin? A bit tender, is
As if on queue, the dull throb in the back of his
skull began to hurt again. “You could have warned me,” he
“Oh, sorry, was don’t
drink the local plonk, it’s got worms in it
not warning enough?” the Doctor drawled. It seemed sarcasm was the
one trait he had
preserved from the last incarnation.
“You could have
mentioned that the worms were still alive,” Jack complained
“Now where would be the fun in that?” the
Doctor said, throwing a sideways glance at Martha.
pursed her lips as she tried to stop her grin from spreading across
her face. “No fun at all,” she agreed.
“You two set me
up, didn’t you?” Jack realised suddenly.
the Doctor said, looking, for all the world, as if butter wouldn’t
melt in his mouth. “Don’t be silly, I’d never do something like
that. Would I, Martha?”
Martha tried to pull a solemn face
at the Doctor’s enquiring look, but fell into a fit of giggles a
moment later. “Oh…God…” she gasped eventually. “Look at his
“It’s his bowels he should be worried about,”
the Doctor observed lightly, “Nasty buggers, those worms.”
eyes widening, Jack pushed back his chair. “You can’t be
“Well, no,” the Doctor admitted. “I made
that last part up.”
“No, stop, I can’t take anymore,”
Martha said, holding her side as she tried to catch her breath. “I’m
going to check on the TARDIS…”
“No checking under the
hood,” the Doctor said, his voice suddenly sharp. “And don’t
tell me you weren’t thinking it, because I know you
A flash of disappointment
crossed Martha’s face, but she nodded reluctantly. “No checking
under the hood,” she said as she drifted out the door. “Got
The Doctor sighed as Martha’s steps faded away.
“She’s forever poking and prying,” he complained, but there was
a curious note of satisfaction to his voice and Jack looked at his
“What game are you playing, Doctor?” he
“I don’t play games, Jack,” the Doctor said
solemnly. “I thought you’d already realised that.”
studied his face as his mind stretched back to the night before.
Parts of it were a bit hazy, but he did remember entering the Namaran
camp and, later, twirling arm in arm with Martha as they danced
around the fires with the locals. Martha was quite a good flirt, and
a great dancer… Jack’s eyes narrowed as it all clicked into
place. Well, well, well, that was a turn up for the books. “I
thought you didn’t date humans,” he said dryly.
be silly, of course I don’t; Timelord, remember? Not exactly
compatible,” the Doctor said briskly, grinning brightly as he
stood. “Now, where has that girl gone to? I’d better go check on
her. Give her enough time and she’ll convince herself that a peek
wouldn’t do any harm…”
Silently, Jack eyed the Doctor’s
departing back as he leaned forward in his chair. The Doctor may not
be dating, but he definitely wasn’t sharing either.
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