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wintercompanion2011-03-07 06:55 pm
Beachy Geek: “A Ticklish Situation” (Ten/Jack) [PG]
Title: A Ticklish Situation
Author: Beachy Geek
Challenge: 2011 Doctor/Jack Bingo Fest
Prompt Used: an alien STD
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ten/Jack
Spoiler/Warning: None
Disclaimer: The BBC owns the Whoniverse. I just play with the cool people sometimes
Summary: The Doctor and Jack face a new challenge after being reunited
It had been an intense night of lovemaking after a long separation, and the Doctor and Jack had exhausted themselves. They slept for hours and when the Doctor awoke he found Jack spooned up behind him with one arm wrapped around his middle and Jack’s head resting beside his on the pillow. The Doctor stretched lazily and turned his head to kiss his lover’s cheek before rolling back and settling deeper into the curve of Jack’s body. The arm around him tightened and a sleepy voice mumbled in his ear.
“Morning, Sunshine. How do waffles and sausage sound for breakfast?”
“Wonderful, but you have a lie in. I’ll cook. Do you want—oof! Stop it!” The Doctor giggled as he struggled against Jack’s embrace. “Come on, stop, it tickles!”
Jack withdrew his arm and sat up, raising his hands to prove his innocence. “I’m not doing anything! I swear, look.”
“Well something’s tickling me!” The Doctor began scratching himself furiously. “It’s all over now, my legs, my chest—there’s something on me, Jack, what is it?” He leapt out of bed, on the verge of panic as he felt his skin erupt. Jack got out of bed to look and saw little in the darkened room.
“Wait, let me turn a light on and see if it’s—oh, shit!” Jack ran his hand over the Doctor’s back and recognized the offending substance immediately.
“Help me! I can’t stand it, Jack!” The Doctor wiped uselessly at his skin, and moved over into the light. Before he could examine himself too closely Jack backed away, hands raised in supplication.
“Now Doctor, I can explain.” Unfortunately before he could say another word he burst into laughter. The Doctor was not amused and became downright irate as he looked down at himself and found that he was covered from head to toe in small white feathers. More seemed to sprout as he watched, horrified.
“Jack! What the hell have you done?” The Doctor’s nostrils may have flared, but it was getting hard to tell considering they were now a bit fluffy.
“It’s a sexually transmitted disease, Doctor. A variant of the Aviana retrovirus. I caught it off a Gallusian chick I met when I was stalled on Sander’s World. Ooh, she was something else, the things she could do with her beak would make your toes curl. Next thing I knew she’d run off with my credit stamps and I looked like Foghorn Leghorn.” Jack smirked at the memory. His smile faded when he saw the hurt in his lover’s eyes. “Look, Doctor, we were apart for six months. You were the one who wanted—what did you call it? Breathing space? Are you telling me you never breathed in anyone else’s space while we were separated?”
The Doctor’s shook his head, and swallowed hard. When he spoke his voice was thick with emotion. “No, Jack. There was no one else. There is no one else, not for me. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that.” He looked down at his feather-covered self and tears fell onto his downy cheeks. “And now it’s too late.”
Jack walked over to the Doctor and gently cupped his face. “Believe me when I tell you, she meant nothing to me. I was drunk and lonely and missing you, that’s all. You’re the one I love. And I gotta tell you, Doc—I think you look adorable.” He enfolded the Doctor in his arms and heard the other man sigh contentedly. “And the good news is, it doesn’t last long. The feathers fall out in a couple of weeks and then you’re immune. I got impatient and pulled them out myself after three days. Stung a little but I was no worse for wear.”
The Doctor sighed forlornly and pulled back a bit. “Any other symptoms I should know about?”
“Well, you might lay a few eggs!” The Captain threw his head back and laughed.
“Jack.” The Doctor shook his head and gazed fondly at his Captain.
“That’s not such a bad thing, you know I make a mean omelet! Or I could just throw some corn around, of you’d like. I guess we’ll be cooped up awhile and--”
“Jack!” The Doctor pulled his lover close and kissed him deeply. He finally broke the kiss and leaned in to whisper in the other man’s ear. “Shut up and pluck me.”
the end
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I love the banter between the two of them, and poor Ten he was so crushed when he found out that Jack had been with someone, or something, else. I just wanted to hug him tightly when he stared to cry and got upset. *huggles for Ten*
I loved how quick Jack apologizee, and told Ten that the woman meant nothing to him, that was just the sweetest thing, and worked a charm on his Ten.
Again, more giggles at the end when Jack told Ten he may lay some eggs, and the remark about the omelet was so cute! Ten's sexy reply at the end was also very funny. Aw, yes, Jack, shut up and pluck your Doctor, and that will make him all better. *grins*
You really handled this prompt brilliantly, and I loved it to bits. Thanks again, sweetie. *hugs*
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poor doctor.
this fic is brilliant. <3 <3 <3
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