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Title: Help Fix Benny's Car.
Author: teamharkness.
Prompt: Scott Gill watches Dora the Explorer.
Rating: PG. For language at least.
Summary: Unbetaed! Thrown together very quickly from a prompt found here. Scott Gill watches Dora the Explorer in his jim jams while he thinks John is at work. I may or may not have used used this video as a prompt. Sigh. My life.
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It was a typical day in the Barrowman-Gill household. John had been called to the Los Angeles set of Torchwood early, waking up and leaving the house by 6 am, so he had the house to himself save for their three dogs.
Scott Gill prided himself on being a man who was mature.
He liked to pretend that he had a sense of maturity about him that John just sometimes seemed to lack in all situations. Where John was hyper most of the time, Scott seemed to be the complete opposite to keep him in check. He was a man in his late 40s, who carried himself with a snarky sense of humor and he had a very successful architectural business that gave him the freedom to work from home or work on the job.
However, he had a horrible secret.
At half past nine, Scott finally rolled out of bed wearing nothing but a pair of Spiderman jim jams that he had knicked from John the night before. It seemed to irritate his partner of 16 years that he stole his clothing on a fairly regular basis. It was precisely why Scott took enjoyment out of doing it. He reached for the remote and turned on the telly before leaving the bedroom to get himself some breakfast. He didn’t really cook after that incident with the toaster and the dishrag, so he would settle on cereal.
Since they didn't exactly have Weetabix out here in the States (or so John told him anyway), John had gotten something that he assured him was just as good. He took the box of Kelloggs Corn Flakes out of the cabinet and searched for a bowl. He sighed, scratching his behind as he searched through the cabinets. “Bloody new house,” he murmured as he continued to search. “Nobody tells me anything, bloody hell. A-ha!” he said once he found the bowls. He set it on the counter and poured the cereal into the bowl. Once he had topped it off with milk, grabbed a spoon (which was another five minute ordeal), he made his way back to the bedroom.
He happened to take a look at the television and one of his dirty secret favorite shows was on.
Dora the Explorer.
“Oh, I haven’t seen this one,” he muttered to himself, getting comfortable against the pillows that he piled behind him.
Scott actively knew that if anyone ever caught him watching this show, they would take the collective Mickey out of him for the rest of his natural life. John still had never let him live it down that he had watched Live & Kicking all of those years ago. It was just not something he wanted to relive again.
“I don’t think I put this go-kart together right,” Benny said on the screen.
“Should’ve read the instructions,” he said out loud, waving a spoon as he crossed his legs and started to eat.
“Don’t give up Benny!” Dora said.
“Yeah, Benny,” Scott replied, shifting a little as he watched Dora explain that they were to read the instructions then asked which went first: the tires, the seat or the steering wheel. “Obviously, the tires,” he said as if they could actually hear him. Suddenly, Dora exclaimed that the tires were stuck. “Oh God, really?” he asked, forgetting about his cereal for a moment.
“Help me twist on the tires! Put your hands out in front of you and twist, twist, twist!”
Scott chuckled and reached up with one hand to twist his hand in time with the show. He kept the commentary to himself so that he could finish eating, but Dora asked what came second. “No shit, the seat,” he said, waving a spoon with his mouth full. He tapped his foot against the bed, enthralled in this childish American kids show.
He seemed to enjoy childrens shows and he wasn’t sure if this made him a pervert or what.
“Help me put the seat into place. Put your hands out in front of you and push, push, push!”
Scott demonstrated with one hand now, reaching over to put his bowl on the table now that he had finished the bowl of cereal in record time. Time really did seem to fly when you were having fun watching Dora the Explorer. Or something like that.
“Now help me twist on the steering wheel! - “
“Oh for pities sake, I look like a bloody fool.”
” - Put your hands out in front of you and twist, twist, twist!”
Scott had both hands up, motioning them in a twisting motion as Dora was demonstrating on the screen. He had been so enthralled in the show that he hadn’t even noticed someone come in.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?” Came the amused tone at the bedroom door.
Scott startled and looked in the direction of their bedroom door. He dropped his hands immediately and had changed the channel. He inwardly groaned. “Bloody hell John, what’re you doing home!”
“I have the weekend off, remember? I just popped down to the grocery and … were you watching Dora the Explorer?”
Scott at least had the grace to look embarrassed. John’s smug face was really starting to irritate him already. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and looked anywhere but at his partner. “No. I was just switching through the channels.”
“Sure you were,” John said in that slightly annoying tone that said ‘I am never letting you live this one down.’ Scott watched John turn on a heel, wearing that smug face and walked down the hall. Scott finally let out a breath he had been holding until John started to sing down the hall. “Help me twist on the tires Scott! Twist, twist, twist!”
And that was the last time Scott Gill ever watched Dora the Explorer.
END.