for Jack Harkness

[drama_maureen]

It was Saturday night, and while doing her radio show, Maureen had spotted Jack and waved him over for an interview. He'd pantomimed his disinterest so she'd left him alone, and no matter, since she'd found plenty of other fairly interesting people to grill on air

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[captainjack]

He sauntered over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Not much. Just didn't want you to think I didn't want to talk to you," he grinned. "I'm just not in the mood to get reamed like the last time we were on air together."

[drama_maureen]

Maureen smirked. "Don't worry, baby, I understand. Though I was under the impression that you no longer had anyone to... ream you."

[captainjack]

"I don't. Well, okay...he wasn't the only one who was pissed off about that show," he shrugged. "Greg was just the most pissed."

[drama_maureen]

"Ahhh, I see. Well, totally understandable then. And it's quite all right, I think I still got some interesting material." She turned in towards him so that she was facing him, moving closer so that his arm slipped around her back. "How've you been, sugar?"