Title: Definitions
Characters: Ten, Jack
Rating: G
Disclaimer: much too broke to own
Summary: "What does that make me?"
A/N: written for
nightrider101 and her marathon work week, inspired by
dw100 prompt #202 miscreant
“What does that make me?” the Doctor asked quietly, after Jack had finished his long-winded tirade on the Master’s faults.
“You can’t be compared to him,” Jack began, outrage and confusion combined into a flustered, stuttering outburst.
The Doctor smiled sadly, his eyes downcast as he tipped the glass of clear liquid, turning it slowly in his hand. “Definitions aren’t as clear as one wishes them to be.”
Jack shook his head and reached for the bottle of hyper-vodka, refilling both of their glasses.
“I’m not about to argue semantics with you, Doc.”
“You could at least answer the question.”