I have three drabbles here, all exactly 100 words each, with various pairings. "Misery Loves Company" is gen, actually.
Title: Game Night
Author: Shen
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Jack/Rose
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Board games can get, well, boring.
Needing some relaxation, Jack, the Doctor, and Rose play Monopoly. It starts out cheerful, as luck governs the initial layout.
“Go to Jail? I thought this was supposed to be different than running around in space with you two?”
But then, “Oh no! You got my third street. I already had Kentucky and Illinois Avenue.”
And thus begins the price gouging. The Doctor's manipulative personality and his lifetimes of observing economic theory run up against Jack's competitive nature. Rose gets bored and irritated.
The answer? Strip Monopoly.
No one minds paying one's top for rent if the amenities are right.
Title: Since We've No Place to Go...
Author: Shen
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The TARDIS is snowed in.
Author's Note: I know some of you in the US Northeast are feeling me on this one. I'm so buried right now.
Muffled, comes, “What do you mean the TARDIS can't leave?” A flushed Rose is wriggling out of her snow gear.
“She's entrenched. Remember, we practically tunneled home-”
“Like I could forget.”
“-and she can't dematerialize with so much mass pressing on her top and sides. I'll fetch a snow shovel... if I have one.”
“Doctor.”
“It's imperative someone make lots of tea.”
“Doctor!”
“Wha-oh.” He gulps. Rose hadn't stopped disrobing after the snow gear, and now her fingers tangle in his damp hair.
“Maybe tomorrow? For now, I'm sure we can find some other way to pass the time...”
Title: Misery Loves Company
Author: Shen
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Nine
Rating: G
Summary: Written for the prompt, “Jack annoys Nine and has to face the consequences.” Humor.
Author's Note: For
yamx as a thanks for beta-reading the final chapter of “Punk Venom.” Sorry for the delay; it's been quite a week!
“It's only fair, lad.”
“I said I was sorry!” Jack yells from his bedroom. Jeez, he feels like a morose teenager barricaded in here, but hell if he's leaving under these circumstances.
“Well, I can't make you come out, but I can cut your hot water.” Jack sighs. “Look, I'll tell Rose to stay behind. That save your vanity?” The door opens.
“Jack, if you hadn't told them I can dance, we wouldn't even be on this planet anymore. It's tradition that visitors conduct their yearly planting ceremony.”
“Well, who says your background singer has to wear a flower costume?!”