Not *that* Jack
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Liviapenn said I think it would be cute to do a "No, not THAT Jack" challenge where the idea is to take a pairing and substitute in someone with the same name from a different fandom...Possible pairings...Jack/Sam -- Captain Jack from Dr. Who and Sam Carter from SG1
Out of habit, Colonel Jack O'Neill stood at parade rest with his back near a wall, but his attention was mostly on the column in the middle of the console, rising and falling, rising and falling. It was ridiculously phallic. He would never admit it, but it made him kinda hot.
The captain of the ship paused in his incomprehensible flipping of switches and cranking of wheels to glance across at him with a slight smile, as though he guessed Jack's thoughts. Maybe he did. That was one alien that Jack couldn't quite get a grip on -- oh he seemed friendly enough, what with giving them a ride back home after the Stargate fell into the volcano -- but he managed to deflect questions about his race, his home, his plans, even his name. Or why he was travelling the universe with two humans.
Jack smirked. He'd thought Daniel would blow a gasket when they met this lot. First he and Sam had tried to match doctorates with the Doctor (who never specified what, exactly, what field he'd PhD'ed in) and then when all three: the Doctor, Rose, and Jack Harkness, had answered Daniel in every single language he tried, down to and including pig latin.
"Daniel and Rose have been gone a long time. Are you sure they're okay?"
"It's a long way to the wardrobe," the Doctor said. He added ruefully, "and Rose can play dress-up for hours at a time."
"Dress-up might not be all they're playing." Oops. Jack hadn't really meant to say that out loud. That damn column kept going up and down, up and down. He looked away, but the recessed circles all over the walls were just as bad. Face it O'Neill, he thought, you have a dirty mind. At his age, it shouldn't have come as a surprise.
"They're grown." The Doctor seemed unconcerned as he bent over the console, getting a closer look at a display.
It did surprise Jack that he was eyeing the nape of the Doctor's neck and the way the bottom of his leather coat rode up enough to almost show his trousered butt. He was sexy, in a rough blue-collar way. And Jack really really needed to get laid when he got back to Colorado.
"Speaking of which," he started, then chickened out. He diverted topics as smoothly as he could. "Speaking of which, your second-in-command was flirting pretty hard with my second-in-command."
"Was she?" the Doctor looked up in surprise. "Oh, no, Jack just helps pilot sometimes," the Doctor explained. "Rose is my second in command."
Jack and Sam had vanished off into the depths of the ship as soon as they got in, without bothering even with a plausible excuse for what they'd be doing. But like the Doctor said, they were both grown.
The Doctor turned towards Jack and leaned a hip against the console. "When I said to stay out of the way, I didn't mean you had to stay all the way over there. I don't bite. Usually."
Jack colored and cleared his throat. "I, uh, I have a rule about not having sex when I'm on a mission. Only at home, and only with my own species."
The Doctor nodded, apparently unconcerned that he'd been turned down. Or maybe it hadn't really been a pass after all, from his point of view. "Very discerning. I used to have the same rule." He turned away and flicked another switch. "It didn't work out that well for me, but I can admire the intention."
Liviapenn said I think it would be cute to do a "No, not THAT Jack" challenge where the idea is to take a pairing and substitute in someone with the same name from a different fandom...Possible pairings...Jack/Sam -- Captain Jack from Dr. Who and Sam Carter from SG1
Out of habit, Colonel Jack O'Neill stood at parade rest with his back near a wall, but his attention was mostly on the column in the middle of the console, rising and falling, rising and falling. It was ridiculously phallic. He would never admit it, but it made him kinda hot.
The captain of the ship paused in his incomprehensible flipping of switches and cranking of wheels to glance across at him with a slight smile, as though he guessed Jack's thoughts. Maybe he did. That was one alien that Jack couldn't quite get a grip on -- oh he seemed friendly enough, what with giving them a ride back home after the Stargate fell into the volcano -- but he managed to deflect questions about his race, his home, his plans, even his name. Or why he was travelling the universe with two humans.
Jack smirked. He'd thought Daniel would blow a gasket when they met this lot. First he and Sam had tried to match doctorates with the Doctor (who never specified what, exactly, what field he'd PhD'ed in) and then when all three: the Doctor, Rose, and Jack Harkness, had answered Daniel in every single language he tried, down to and including pig latin.
"Daniel and Rose have been gone a long time. Are you sure they're okay?"
"It's a long way to the wardrobe," the Doctor said. He added ruefully, "and Rose can play dress-up for hours at a time."
"Dress-up might not be all they're playing." Oops. Jack hadn't really meant to say that out loud. That damn column kept going up and down, up and down. He looked away, but the recessed circles all over the walls were just as bad. Face it O'Neill, he thought, you have a dirty mind. At his age, it shouldn't have come as a surprise.
"They're grown." The Doctor seemed unconcerned as he bent over the console, getting a closer look at a display.
It did surprise Jack that he was eyeing the nape of the Doctor's neck and the way the bottom of his leather coat rode up enough to almost show his trousered butt. He was sexy, in a rough blue-collar way. And Jack really really needed to get laid when he got back to Colorado.
"Speaking of which," he started, then chickened out. He diverted topics as smoothly as he could. "Speaking of which, your second-in-command was flirting pretty hard with my second-in-command."
"Was she?" the Doctor looked up in surprise. "Oh, no, Jack just helps pilot sometimes," the Doctor explained. "Rose is my second in command."
Jack and Sam had vanished off into the depths of the ship as soon as they got in, without bothering even with a plausible excuse for what they'd be doing. But like the Doctor said, they were both grown.
The Doctor turned towards Jack and leaned a hip against the console. "When I said to stay out of the way, I didn't mean you had to stay all the way over there. I don't bite. Usually."
Jack colored and cleared his throat. "I, uh, I have a rule about not having sex when I'm on a mission. Only at home, and only with my own species."
The Doctor nodded, apparently unconcerned that he'd been turned down. Or maybe it hadn't really been a pass after all, from his point of view. "Very discerning. I used to have the same rule." He turned away and flicked another switch. "It didn't work out that well for me, but I can admire the intention."