(Who am I kidding this is NOT A) Drabble: To Boldly Go Where No Timelord Has Gone Before
Title: To Boldly Go Where No Timelord Has Gone Before
Series: Doctor Who
Characters: Jack Harkness, The Doctor, Rose Tyler
Rating: PG
Word Count: (Do you really want to know...okay...) 654
Spoilers: Nothing really...
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Author's Note: What does a Timelord do when he actually has time? Nine is acting a little odd for Jack. This was written for bacon_fiend from something she gave me in the drabble prompt meme. Yep... a drabble...
To Boldly Go Where No Timelord Has Gone Before
Jack rushed into the control room of the TARDIS, tossing his leather jacket onto the coat rack. His cheeks were flushed. He stopped and looked at The Doctor Incredulously. The Doctor tilted his head regarding Jack, a twinkle in his eye.
“What was that?” Jack asked. “Do you realize that on that planet-”
“Was something quite interesting? The tending season is quite fantastic!”
“But, I thought that particular ritual was just a myth, a forgotten legend!” Jack picked an isometric scanner and started working on the console.
“Legends… are the spice of the universe, Mr. Data, because they have a way of sometimes coming true.”
“What?” Jack looked at him perplexed. “Spice of the universe? Where does that come in?”
“It doesn’t,” The Doctor replied, putting his hands on his hips. He jutted out his chin. “Rock, fire, sky and water are the four basic elements of the universe.”
Jack put the scanner down and turned to The Doctor, mimicking him as Jack put h is hands on the waist of his jeans. “No they aren’t. You know perfectly well that the universe is made up of atoms, quarks, electrons, matter/anti-matter-”
“Ugh! Never mind me, I need to change before the goo hardens and stains my jacket,” Rose muttered as she tromped through the control room, leaving behind a trail of purple slime. She tugged down on her jean skirt as she exited into the hallway.
“Nice legs… for a human,” The Doctor muttered, and then turned back to Jack, that all-knowing smirk on his face.
“Doctor?” Jack intoned, stepping in The Doctor’s field of vision. “Just what were you thinking right now?”
“In that particular moment, I was reconfiguring the warp field parameters, analyzing the collected works of Charles Dickens, calculating the maximum pressure I could safely apply to your lips, considering a new food supplement for Spot...”
Jack held up a hand, stopping The Doctor. “Doctor, what’s going on?”
"Seize the time, Meribor. Live now; make now always the most precious time. Now will never come again.”
“Is something wrong, Doctor?”
"If there's nothing wrong with me... maybe there's something wrong with the universe!"
Jack stood agape, looking The Doctor up and down. It looked like him, down to the dark brown leather coat. Jack ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe it’s nothing… If something was wrong, you would forget me,” jack stated, flashing The Doctor a grin.
“You are correct. As I experience certain sensory input patterns my mental pathways become accustomed to them. The inputs eventually are anticipated and even 'missed' when absent."
The Doctor walked towards the hallway until he was stopped by a pigtailed Rose holding up a DVD boxed set. He stepped backwards into the control room as she advanced on him.
“Again? I thought I told you no more sci-fi!”
“What?” Jack looked from Rose to The Doctor.
Waving the DVD’s around in the air, Rose stuttered. “He is horrible when he watches sci-fi! If he’s not trying to prove why they are wrong, he’s memorizing all the lines and reciting them!”
“What?”
Rose stared down Jack, looking at him so intently he could only believe her. “One time it took me a week to realize he was quoting lines from Buck Rogers in the 25th Century! That only happened when I found the stash of DVDs!”
Jack grinned remembering the skintight costumes from the show and then thought about the strange things The Doctor had been uttering. He snatched the DVD case from Rose and looked at the cover.
“Star Trek: The Next Generation?” He gave Rose the DVDs back. “That’s what you were doing while we were on the planet? I had to transcribe the Guntag’s ten hour speech for them so you could curl up with popcorn and watch Star Trek?”
“I’m a doctor, not a transcriber,” The Doctor muttered and huffed out of the control room.
Series: Doctor Who
Characters: Jack Harkness, The Doctor, Rose Tyler
Rating: PG
Word Count: (Do you really want to know...okay...) 654
Spoilers: Nothing really...
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Author's Note: What does a Timelord do when he actually has time? Nine is acting a little odd for Jack. This was written for bacon_fiend from something she gave me in the drabble prompt meme. Yep... a drabble...
To Boldly Go Where No Timelord Has Gone Before
Jack rushed into the control room of the TARDIS, tossing his leather jacket onto the coat rack. His cheeks were flushed. He stopped and looked at The Doctor Incredulously. The Doctor tilted his head regarding Jack, a twinkle in his eye.
“What was that?” Jack asked. “Do you realize that on that planet-”
“Was something quite interesting? The tending season is quite fantastic!”
“But, I thought that particular ritual was just a myth, a forgotten legend!” Jack picked an isometric scanner and started working on the console.
“Legends… are the spice of the universe, Mr. Data, because they have a way of sometimes coming true.”
“What?” Jack looked at him perplexed. “Spice of the universe? Where does that come in?”
“It doesn’t,” The Doctor replied, putting his hands on his hips. He jutted out his chin. “Rock, fire, sky and water are the four basic elements of the universe.”
Jack put the scanner down and turned to The Doctor, mimicking him as Jack put h is hands on the waist of his jeans. “No they aren’t. You know perfectly well that the universe is made up of atoms, quarks, electrons, matter/anti-matter-”
“Ugh! Never mind me, I need to change before the goo hardens and stains my jacket,” Rose muttered as she tromped through the control room, leaving behind a trail of purple slime. She tugged down on her jean skirt as she exited into the hallway.
“Nice legs… for a human,” The Doctor muttered, and then turned back to Jack, that all-knowing smirk on his face.
“Doctor?” Jack intoned, stepping in The Doctor’s field of vision. “Just what were you thinking right now?”
“In that particular moment, I was reconfiguring the warp field parameters, analyzing the collected works of Charles Dickens, calculating the maximum pressure I could safely apply to your lips, considering a new food supplement for Spot...”
Jack held up a hand, stopping The Doctor. “Doctor, what’s going on?”
"Seize the time, Meribor. Live now; make now always the most precious time. Now will never come again.”
“Is something wrong, Doctor?”
"If there's nothing wrong with me... maybe there's something wrong with the universe!"
Jack stood agape, looking The Doctor up and down. It looked like him, down to the dark brown leather coat. Jack ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe it’s nothing… If something was wrong, you would forget me,” jack stated, flashing The Doctor a grin.
“You are correct. As I experience certain sensory input patterns my mental pathways become accustomed to them. The inputs eventually are anticipated and even 'missed' when absent."
The Doctor walked towards the hallway until he was stopped by a pigtailed Rose holding up a DVD boxed set. He stepped backwards into the control room as she advanced on him.
“Again? I thought I told you no more sci-fi!”
“What?” Jack looked from Rose to The Doctor.
Waving the DVD’s around in the air, Rose stuttered. “He is horrible when he watches sci-fi! If he’s not trying to prove why they are wrong, he’s memorizing all the lines and reciting them!”
“What?”
Rose stared down Jack, looking at him so intently he could only believe her. “One time it took me a week to realize he was quoting lines from Buck Rogers in the 25th Century! That only happened when I found the stash of DVDs!”
Jack grinned remembering the skintight costumes from the show and then thought about the strange things The Doctor had been uttering. He snatched the DVD case from Rose and looked at the cover.
“Star Trek: The Next Generation?” He gave Rose the DVDs back. “That’s what you were doing while we were on the planet? I had to transcribe the Guntag’s ten hour speech for them so you could curl up with popcorn and watch Star Trek?”
“I’m a doctor, not a transcriber,” The Doctor muttered and huffed out of the control room.