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evelyncarver: The Kind of Food Soldiers Cook at War (Nine/Jack) [G] - Summer Holidays Prompt #11
Title: The Kind of Food Soldiers Cook at War
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evelyncarver
Pairing: Jack/Nine
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: spoilers for The Doctor Dances (all episodes up to then)
Summary: Despite not knowing where he stands with the Doctor, Jack decides to make a romantic gesture and prepare a meal.
Prompt: Chef, In a skyscraper, With a spork, In a convertible food truck
Jack hesitated when he heard the door bang open on the other side of the room. The Doctor hadn't strictly forbidden him from any of the rooms in the TARDIS, but he'd grumbled something along the lines of "don't mess anything up". Jack didn't think that was messing anything up, not really, but it was a little beyond the ordinary.
"Jack? Are you in here?"
He breathed a sigh of relief and closed the fridge, he hadn't been considering hiding in it, not really. He just wanted the Doctor to like him, to let him stay. "I'm over here Rose. Behind the stove." There were good smells starting to come from the oven and as she shuffled loudly across the room, he turned the flames down on the cooker.
"Is that a campfire?"
"What?" Jacked looked down at the inset cooker, the flames leaping a foot into the air to lap at the sides of the pot resting on the metal stand. "I guess so."
"'s cool." Rose kneeled down and looked interestedly at the grate in the floor the flames jumped out of. "Are you cooking?"
"Do you think the Doctor will mind?" Jack asked, wondering where he'd misplaced his confidence in this new relationship. He started opening the cupboards and drawers, not looking for his confidence, but trying to find plates and utensils for them to eat off over.
Rose shrugged and opened a cupboard packed with plates and a few fork-like things. Like the rest of the TARDIS Jack couldn't really see any actual pattern or system to the way things were jammed in here. It took him a few minutes to find three plates about the same size and there didn't seem to be three of the same utensil, he was left trying to deal with an uneven number of chopsticks and a spork to round it all off.
"Sometimes we do toast." Rose explained as she helped him clear small electronics off of the table. "Once and awhile I'll make food from home, when he's not in the mood to go out." She shrugged again and made a face at the layer of dust they'd exposed under the clutter. "He likes to go out and he doesn't do leftovers."
Jack nodded and tossed her a damp cloth before checking on the food again. The TARDIS appliances didn't have dials or controls, but the ship seemed to have brought everything to the right temperature and even if the stew didn't look exactly right, it had thickened properly and smelled amazing.
"It looks good." Rose took the pot of stew from him and put it on the table. Jack hadn't found any hot mitts yet and there wasn't a cold airflow to take the dish off of the fire cooker but when he reached towards it, the air didn't get any hotter. The metal must have been from some time beyond his, or a planet outside the scope of the Time Agency.
"Camp food." Jack explained, plunking the pots down on the table and filling a glass, a mug and some sort of delicate looking goblet with water. It looked all right, steam coming off of the dishes and everything set out as if they'd done this before. "I'll be back in a minute. Just need to get him." He waved a hand the table. "Dig in."
The control room, where the Doctor was working underneath the main panel, was at the end of the hall. No confusing paths from the TARDIS today.
"Doctor?" Jack waited for the Time Lord to slide out and put his tools down. "I made some food, Rose and I were just going to eat now."
The Doctor nodded and got up. "Smells good." He packed his tools away and gestured to the door. "Whatcha make?"
Jack shrugged and almost jumped when the Doctor's hand rested on the small of his back. "Stew, there was some rice in a container. And a sort of tripe."
"They still have tripe in the 51st century?" The Doctor asked and his breath felt warm on Jack's neck.
"Yeah." Jack stopped outside the door to the TARDIS kitchen. "I think it turned out all right. Not sure what animal it came from."
"Smells great." The Doctor smiled and backed away from him. Jack felt his heartbeat slow as the Doctor's touches faded from his skin.
Author:
evelyncarverPairing: Jack/Nine
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: spoilers for The Doctor Dances (all episodes up to then)
Summary: Despite not knowing where he stands with the Doctor, Jack decides to make a romantic gesture and prepare a meal.
Prompt: Chef, In a skyscraper, With a spork, In a convertible food truck
Jack hesitated when he heard the door bang open on the other side of the room. The Doctor hadn't strictly forbidden him from any of the rooms in the TARDIS, but he'd grumbled something along the lines of "don't mess anything up". Jack didn't think that was messing anything up, not really, but it was a little beyond the ordinary.
"Jack? Are you in here?"
He breathed a sigh of relief and closed the fridge, he hadn't been considering hiding in it, not really. He just wanted the Doctor to like him, to let him stay. "I'm over here Rose. Behind the stove." There were good smells starting to come from the oven and as she shuffled loudly across the room, he turned the flames down on the cooker.
"Is that a campfire?"
"What?" Jacked looked down at the inset cooker, the flames leaping a foot into the air to lap at the sides of the pot resting on the metal stand. "I guess so."
"'s cool." Rose kneeled down and looked interestedly at the grate in the floor the flames jumped out of. "Are you cooking?"
"Do you think the Doctor will mind?" Jack asked, wondering where he'd misplaced his confidence in this new relationship. He started opening the cupboards and drawers, not looking for his confidence, but trying to find plates and utensils for them to eat off over.
Rose shrugged and opened a cupboard packed with plates and a few fork-like things. Like the rest of the TARDIS Jack couldn't really see any actual pattern or system to the way things were jammed in here. It took him a few minutes to find three plates about the same size and there didn't seem to be three of the same utensil, he was left trying to deal with an uneven number of chopsticks and a spork to round it all off.
"Sometimes we do toast." Rose explained as she helped him clear small electronics off of the table. "Once and awhile I'll make food from home, when he's not in the mood to go out." She shrugged again and made a face at the layer of dust they'd exposed under the clutter. "He likes to go out and he doesn't do leftovers."
Jack nodded and tossed her a damp cloth before checking on the food again. The TARDIS appliances didn't have dials or controls, but the ship seemed to have brought everything to the right temperature and even if the stew didn't look exactly right, it had thickened properly and smelled amazing.
"It looks good." Rose took the pot of stew from him and put it on the table. Jack hadn't found any hot mitts yet and there wasn't a cold airflow to take the dish off of the fire cooker but when he reached towards it, the air didn't get any hotter. The metal must have been from some time beyond his, or a planet outside the scope of the Time Agency.
"Camp food." Jack explained, plunking the pots down on the table and filling a glass, a mug and some sort of delicate looking goblet with water. It looked all right, steam coming off of the dishes and everything set out as if they'd done this before. "I'll be back in a minute. Just need to get him." He waved a hand the table. "Dig in."
The control room, where the Doctor was working underneath the main panel, was at the end of the hall. No confusing paths from the TARDIS today.
"Doctor?" Jack waited for the Time Lord to slide out and put his tools down. "I made some food, Rose and I were just going to eat now."
The Doctor nodded and got up. "Smells good." He packed his tools away and gestured to the door. "Whatcha make?"
Jack shrugged and almost jumped when the Doctor's hand rested on the small of his back. "Stew, there was some rice in a container. And a sort of tripe."
"They still have tripe in the 51st century?" The Doctor asked and his breath felt warm on Jack's neck.
"Yeah." Jack stopped outside the door to the TARDIS kitchen. "I think it turned out all right. Not sure what animal it came from."
"Smells great." The Doctor smiled and backed away from him. Jack felt his heartbeat slow as the Doctor's touches faded from his skin.
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