Drabble: Alien Donut Duty
Title: Alien Donut Duty
Rating: PG
Summary: If Jack wants any more favours off the police, he's going to have to help them out in return
Genre: Crack!
Length: 165 words
Notes: See donutsweeper's hilarious drabbles, here. This almost certainly won't make any sense if you haven't read them!
It wasn’t often Jack ventured into the police station, but he had a problem with an alien they’d caught, and urgently needed info. And if he needed info, he had to be prepared to do some grovelling.
“Look,” said Jack, sitting himself down opposite Detective Swanson. “I wanna say thanks. You know, for helping us out when you didn’t have to, when we’ve never done anything for you… But there’s one more thing I want to ask. One more favour.”
He glanced around the office. It was empty except for the two of them, CID having cleared out for the night. Swanson’s desk was a mess, though. Bits of paper everywhere, books, pens, a pair of handcuffs, a half-finished box of donuts…
When he looked back at Swanson, she was smiling sweetly at him, and that was weird enough. But, even stranger, she was also unbuttoning her blouse.
Jack heaved a sigh. He didn’t have time for this, but oh well. Whatever it took…
Rating: PG
Summary: If Jack wants any more favours off the police, he's going to have to help them out in return
Genre: Crack!
Length: 165 words
Notes: See donutsweeper's hilarious drabbles, here. This almost certainly won't make any sense if you haven't read them!
It wasn’t often Jack ventured into the police station, but he had a problem with an alien they’d caught, and urgently needed info. And if he needed info, he had to be prepared to do some grovelling.
“Look,” said Jack, sitting himself down opposite Detective Swanson. “I wanna say thanks. You know, for helping us out when you didn’t have to, when we’ve never done anything for you… But there’s one more thing I want to ask. One more favour.”
He glanced around the office. It was empty except for the two of them, CID having cleared out for the night. Swanson’s desk was a mess, though. Bits of paper everywhere, books, pens, a pair of handcuffs, a half-finished box of donuts…
When he looked back at Swanson, she was smiling sweetly at him, and that was weird enough. But, even stranger, she was also unbuttoning her blouse.
Jack heaved a sigh. He didn’t have time for this, but oh well. Whatever it took…