'Breakfast', Doctor Who OT3 fic
Holy Hell, I do actually write fic. This is my absolute baby that I've been sitting on for a while. It shall be continued, but I wanted to get the first bit out.
Title: Breakfast, pt 1
Rating: Probably PG-13, but it will be descending into smut I feel.
'Ship: The good ship OT3, meaning Doctor(9)/Jack/Rose
Warnings: Bad cookery. Haha.
Word Count: 889
A/N: Beta'ed by the most wonderful and lovely laura_isaac, because she is an absolute darling. ♥
Rose stared grimly at the bowl of grey, lumpy mush that sat in front of her. “What’s this?” she asked, looking up questioningly at Jack.
“I’d suggest punishment, but I dunno what we’ve done to deserve it.” The Doctor said. His face would have been as grim as Rose’s was, if it wasn’t for the grin that was threatening to break out all over his face.
“It’s breakfast. Porridge to be exact.” sniffed Jack haughtily.
“Are you sure? It looks like papier-mâché.” Rose said with a childish giggle, and scooped out a small handful. It certainly stuck together like papier-mâché, and she was suddenly struck with an excessively silly idea. Forming the goo into a small ball, she flung it at Jack’s offended and receding ass.
He yelped as the breakfast-projectile hit him dead centre of his left buttock, and spun around to find both The Doctor (who should have known better) and Rose (who probably did know better, but that never stopped her) giggling like school children.
Jack produced a nice line in disapproving raised eyebrow and put his hand on his hips. “Who threw that?”
Both of his companions looked everywhere except at each other and Jack, who raised his eyebrow another notch. Rose let out a giggle and the Doctor flung out his arm to point at her.
“She did it Sir.” He said, mock schoolboy respect on his face. It seemed to Rose that she wasn’t the only one feeling childish. Jack’s eyebrow raised yet another notch, and he had the sudden thought that if this carried on he was going to run out of places to raise the eyebrow to.
“Now, now children.” He began to say, as another hardened ball or now rather cold porridge hit him on the chest. His assailant this time had been the Doctor. “Yeah. Subtle.” Nodded Jack, trying to scrape the mess of his nice clean white t-shirt.
Idly wondering if they knew that this meant war, he pulled his own bowl towards himself and managed to scoop up and fling a considerable amount at Rose before she had realised what he was doing. She spluttered and attempted to remove the greater part of the splatter that had impacted on her left shoulder and left its own gungy version of shrapnel in her hair and across her chest.
~~~
Hindsight is always 20/20, thought Jack, and with hindsight, that porridge really was craziness waiting to ensue. Fifteen minutes later they were all sat on the floor panting from having laughed too much and attempting to scrape the mess of their clothes and out of their hair.
The TARDIS only seemed to possess one shower that actually spouted water, and two sonic ones, and thus the same thought must have occurred to them all at once.
“I’m having the shower first.” They shouted in unison, and then once again collapsed into giggles.
“I should obviously get the shower first. I was the first victim” pouted Jack as he raised himself from his prone position on to his elbows.
“No way. Ladies first!” giggled Rose, starting to stand up before the Doctor grabbed her ankle and dragged her back down.
“Lady my ass.” Snorted Jack. “I’d say more child”
“Well then women and children first.” She grinned.
The Doctor had been suspiciously quiet through most of this exchange and as his two companions looked around they realised this was because he wasn’t actually there anymore.
“The git! He’s stolen the shower! He’ll be in there for days! He’ll use all the hot water!” Rose whined, jumping to her feet.
“Not if we kick him out. Lets class it as organised mutiny.” Grinned Jack, probably a lot happier than he should be at the thought of forcibly ejecting a soapy, wet Doctor from the shower. Rose had given up asking about that look on his face, having seen it and actually asked far too often. However she was definitely not going to miss out on that sight - a partially showered Doctor being surprised by Jack.
It should provide some laughs, she thought.
~~~
Hindsight being 20/20, the Doctor thought, he should have known he’d get noticed and they’d get irate. And he should have known they’d do something about it. After all, they were his companions, and none of his companions had ever been incapable.
The hammering on the door, however, did pull a snigger from him.
“Go away. I’m in the shower.” He said simply, desperately trying not to laugh and spoil the seriousness in his voice.
“We know.” Came the voices in unison from the other side of the (thankfully) locked door.
“They why, might I ask, are you banging?”
“Because we thought we’d give you warning before we came in.” It was then that the Doctor remembered that they weren’t as dumb as they looked, those apes, and that Jack still had his blaster on him.
The lock on the door swiftly disappeared and the door itself was flung open, revealing to the Doctor a pair of people who were trying their best not to laugh whilst looking angry, and revealing to Jack and Rose a very naked, wet and shocked Doctor.
“Bloody ‘ell!” giggled Rose, a bright blush rising to her cheeks at the sight in front of her. Jack simply grinned and raised his eyebrows.
Title: Breakfast, pt 1
Rating: Probably PG-13, but it will be descending into smut I feel.
'Ship: The good ship OT3, meaning Doctor(9)/Jack/Rose
Warnings: Bad cookery. Haha.
Word Count: 889
A/N: Beta'ed by the most wonderful and lovely laura_isaac, because she is an absolute darling. ♥
Rose stared grimly at the bowl of grey, lumpy mush that sat in front of her. “What’s this?” she asked, looking up questioningly at Jack.
“I’d suggest punishment, but I dunno what we’ve done to deserve it.” The Doctor said. His face would have been as grim as Rose’s was, if it wasn’t for the grin that was threatening to break out all over his face.
“It’s breakfast. Porridge to be exact.” sniffed Jack haughtily.
“Are you sure? It looks like papier-mâché.” Rose said with a childish giggle, and scooped out a small handful. It certainly stuck together like papier-mâché, and she was suddenly struck with an excessively silly idea. Forming the goo into a small ball, she flung it at Jack’s offended and receding ass.
He yelped as the breakfast-projectile hit him dead centre of his left buttock, and spun around to find both The Doctor (who should have known better) and Rose (who probably did know better, but that never stopped her) giggling like school children.
Jack produced a nice line in disapproving raised eyebrow and put his hand on his hips. “Who threw that?”
Both of his companions looked everywhere except at each other and Jack, who raised his eyebrow another notch. Rose let out a giggle and the Doctor flung out his arm to point at her.
“She did it Sir.” He said, mock schoolboy respect on his face. It seemed to Rose that she wasn’t the only one feeling childish. Jack’s eyebrow raised yet another notch, and he had the sudden thought that if this carried on he was going to run out of places to raise the eyebrow to.
“Now, now children.” He began to say, as another hardened ball or now rather cold porridge hit him on the chest. His assailant this time had been the Doctor. “Yeah. Subtle.” Nodded Jack, trying to scrape the mess of his nice clean white t-shirt.
Idly wondering if they knew that this meant war, he pulled his own bowl towards himself and managed to scoop up and fling a considerable amount at Rose before she had realised what he was doing. She spluttered and attempted to remove the greater part of the splatter that had impacted on her left shoulder and left its own gungy version of shrapnel in her hair and across her chest.
~~~
Hindsight is always 20/20, thought Jack, and with hindsight, that porridge really was craziness waiting to ensue. Fifteen minutes later they were all sat on the floor panting from having laughed too much and attempting to scrape the mess of their clothes and out of their hair.
The TARDIS only seemed to possess one shower that actually spouted water, and two sonic ones, and thus the same thought must have occurred to them all at once.
“I’m having the shower first.” They shouted in unison, and then once again collapsed into giggles.
“I should obviously get the shower first. I was the first victim” pouted Jack as he raised himself from his prone position on to his elbows.
“No way. Ladies first!” giggled Rose, starting to stand up before the Doctor grabbed her ankle and dragged her back down.
“Lady my ass.” Snorted Jack. “I’d say more child”
“Well then women and children first.” She grinned.
The Doctor had been suspiciously quiet through most of this exchange and as his two companions looked around they realised this was because he wasn’t actually there anymore.
“The git! He’s stolen the shower! He’ll be in there for days! He’ll use all the hot water!” Rose whined, jumping to her feet.
“Not if we kick him out. Lets class it as organised mutiny.” Grinned Jack, probably a lot happier than he should be at the thought of forcibly ejecting a soapy, wet Doctor from the shower. Rose had given up asking about that look on his face, having seen it and actually asked far too often. However she was definitely not going to miss out on that sight - a partially showered Doctor being surprised by Jack.
It should provide some laughs, she thought.
~~~
Hindsight being 20/20, the Doctor thought, he should have known he’d get noticed and they’d get irate. And he should have known they’d do something about it. After all, they were his companions, and none of his companions had ever been incapable.
The hammering on the door, however, did pull a snigger from him.
“Go away. I’m in the shower.” He said simply, desperately trying not to laugh and spoil the seriousness in his voice.
“We know.” Came the voices in unison from the other side of the (thankfully) locked door.
“They why, might I ask, are you banging?”
“Because we thought we’d give you warning before we came in.” It was then that the Doctor remembered that they weren’t as dumb as they looked, those apes, and that Jack still had his blaster on him.
The lock on the door swiftly disappeared and the door itself was flung open, revealing to the Doctor a pair of people who were trying their best not to laugh whilst looking angry, and revealing to Jack and Rose a very naked, wet and shocked Doctor.
“Bloody ‘ell!” giggled Rose, a bright blush rising to her cheeks at the sight in front of her. Jack simply grinned and raised his eyebrows.