Jack was reading in his room, stretched out on his bed with a well-worn paperback of poetry in his hand. But he was also getting hungry. So he finished the stanza he was on – it still had another 4 pages to go – and dogeared the page to return to it later.
He stood, stretching out all the tiredness from his limbs, and headed out into the corridor.
Where he ran straight into her.
“Well, hello, beautiful.”
The Tardis stepped back slightly when the ex-time agent almost stepped through her. Yes it wouldn’t hurt, but it did make her loose concentration and glitch ever so slightly when they did that.
“So, I assume that you approve? I do live it when people compliment me, for i do try my best.” She preened with a smirk. “Sorry about changing the corridors, but i wanted you to come and see my newest update to my self.” she kept it vague, wondering if he could guess who she was.
Not caring for his reaction, she started to fiddle with dials and buttons on the console, side glancing at him still wanting to see his reaction of a strange woman in the Doctor’s ship.
“Oh, very much approve,” he said, eyeing her up and down. The slight little glitch told him it was a hologram, and the fact that she seemed…. familiar made him not too suspicious. Actually, he had a guess as to who she actually was.
“I gotta say, I’m liking the update – but what do you want me to call you? Although I’m perfectly happy to keep calling you ‘gorgeous’.”
Idris beamed. “I love it when you call me that.” she almost giggled and walked back over to him. “Its a perfect name my Captain”
Making her hand solid she stroked his cheek. “I was hoping that you would help me fix my problem of not being able to stay solid, Do you know anything about holograms, Captain?”
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Owen silently slipped into Jack’s office. Gwen, Tosh and Ianto had gone home and hour ago, Owen having stayed back to finish his report.
He too would have went home like usual… If it wasn’t the date that it was.
It was the one day that he could not be alone, or risk drinking himself into a coma.. or worse…
It was his Ex-Fiancee’s Death anniversary…
The Londoner sat on the edge of the desk, a little shy to just sit down on the captains lap and wrung his hands together.
This was a ritual of their’s, having started it after Jack came to check up on him that first year. He didnt know what happed, only that he awoke in a hospital 29 hours later, Jack sitting next to his bed…
Now jack wouldn’t let him drink alone on this day, Not wanting a repeat of what happened… and honestly, he was grateful, because there wasn’t anyone he trusted more than Jack Harkness… and that was saying something.
He also really didnt mind the kisses. Even if he knew jack wouldn’t actually want to date a bastard like him. He would get what he was given, even if it was once a year.
Send “☸” for my muses reaction to your muse picking them up and carrying them to bed.
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The Doctor hadn’t noticed when she had started to drift off while reading in the library. She had been studying some old Gallifreyan writings, brushing up on stuff that he was meant to know, but had been quite the rebel so she had barely passed the academy.
She startled slightly, half awake when she felt someone pick her up, letting out a small whine of confusion in her sleepy state.