Fic: "There's Mr. Reach and Then There's Mr. Reach-Around," DW RPF
Title: "There's Mr. Reach and Then There's Mr. Reach-Around" 1/1
Author: monimala
Fandom: Doctor Who RPF
Rating/Disclaimer: PG, humor, John Barrowman, Billie Piper, Christopher Eccleston
Disclaimer: This did not happen, no no no no. I'm going to Hell.
Summary: This is what happens when you spend two days overdosing on all things Doctor Who and Torchwood: You fall off the RPF wagon. 600 words. Set during the filming of series one. Billie laughs at him when he tells her he's going to do it.
Billie laughs at him when he tells her he's going to do it. She tips back her head, opens her mouth wide (reminding him of that Reach toothbrush commercial with the flip-top head, but he's never going to tell her that), and laughs until she's gasping for breath and he's got to smack her on the back several times just to get her to knock it off.
"You've got to be joking," she wheezes, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes with the dog-eared pages of her scripts. "Seriously, John, get yourself to the loony bin straightaway. It'll never happen."
That's when he decides he's *definitely* going to do it. Nothing like a challenge, no sirree. You don't tell John Barrowman he's got to check into Bellevue just for contemplating snogging somebody. Hell, John Barrowman has already snogged half of London, most of Cardiff, and a quarter of Glasgow. One Christopher Eccleston will be cake. As soon as he stops talking about himself in the third person.
Jack kisses the Doctor, of course. And Rose. That's what started all of this, John waggling his eyebrows at Billie and suggesting they rehearse the scene over and over just to get it perfect. She rolled her eyes and tossed off some sarcastic line about him trying that with Chris. And now he can't get it out of his head, because John kissing Chris is entirely different from Jack laying one on the Doctor. The Doctor is the Doctor, but Chris is Serious. He didn't even laugh the time John walked into his trailer wearing nothing except a gas mask and wondering, "Are you my mummy?" Chris is intense and focused and *never* laughs at John's jokes. And let's face it, John's got some seriously *impressive* jokes.
"I'll bet you a pint you can't do it," Billie says when she's finally under control.
"Just a pint?" He scoffs. "Put your money where your mouth is."
"Well, I'm putting my money where *your* mouth is, really." She stops, contemplates that for a second and shudders. "And I don't reckon I want to know where it's been!"
"Hey!" He hits her with his pages. "I'm telling Scott you said that." And before she can glom onto that as a deterrent to his plan (not that he's going to be deterred now that it's in his head), he adds, "And Scott won't mind. We kind of have a loose policy on snogging."
"I can't imagine why." Billie has heard about the half of London and the quarter of Glasgow. He's pretty sure she's been witness to the most of Cardiff (He's an exhibitionist, so sue him.) and, of course, he's already kissed her quite thoroughly. At least twice.
He waits till she stops laughing again (flip-top head, flip-top head...) and grins. "I'm gonna do it."
"Are not."
"Am too."
"Wanker."
"Obviously."
They go on like this for quite a while, until he declares with a certain finality: "I'm going to snog Christopher Eccleston and he's damn well going to like it!"
It's just his luck that one Christopher Eccleston chooses that exact moment to walk into the trailer. "What was that?" he says --no, more like scowls. Chris is a champion scowler. It comes with being Serious.
"Well, go on," Billie urges, the dare lighting up her eyes. "Tell him!"
"Tell me what?" Chris glowers at them both suspiciously. The man's got great survival instincts.
There's nothing like a challenge, no sirree.
He rises from his chair with a theatrical flourish and a helpless shrug.
"I've always been better at show than tell."
--end--
June 27, 2007
Nothing to see here. Move it along. *cough*.
Author: monimala
Fandom: Doctor Who RPF
Rating/Disclaimer: PG, humor, John Barrowman, Billie Piper, Christopher Eccleston
Disclaimer: This did not happen, no no no no. I'm going to Hell.
Summary: This is what happens when you spend two days overdosing on all things Doctor Who and Torchwood: You fall off the RPF wagon. 600 words. Set during the filming of series one. Billie laughs at him when he tells her he's going to do it.
Billie laughs at him when he tells her he's going to do it. She tips back her head, opens her mouth wide (reminding him of that Reach toothbrush commercial with the flip-top head, but he's never going to tell her that), and laughs until she's gasping for breath and he's got to smack her on the back several times just to get her to knock it off.
"You've got to be joking," she wheezes, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes with the dog-eared pages of her scripts. "Seriously, John, get yourself to the loony bin straightaway. It'll never happen."
That's when he decides he's *definitely* going to do it. Nothing like a challenge, no sirree. You don't tell John Barrowman he's got to check into Bellevue just for contemplating snogging somebody. Hell, John Barrowman has already snogged half of London, most of Cardiff, and a quarter of Glasgow. One Christopher Eccleston will be cake. As soon as he stops talking about himself in the third person.
Jack kisses the Doctor, of course. And Rose. That's what started all of this, John waggling his eyebrows at Billie and suggesting they rehearse the scene over and over just to get it perfect. She rolled her eyes and tossed off some sarcastic line about him trying that with Chris. And now he can't get it out of his head, because John kissing Chris is entirely different from Jack laying one on the Doctor. The Doctor is the Doctor, but Chris is Serious. He didn't even laugh the time John walked into his trailer wearing nothing except a gas mask and wondering, "Are you my mummy?" Chris is intense and focused and *never* laughs at John's jokes. And let's face it, John's got some seriously *impressive* jokes.
"I'll bet you a pint you can't do it," Billie says when she's finally under control.
"Just a pint?" He scoffs. "Put your money where your mouth is."
"Well, I'm putting my money where *your* mouth is, really." She stops, contemplates that for a second and shudders. "And I don't reckon I want to know where it's been!"
"Hey!" He hits her with his pages. "I'm telling Scott you said that." And before she can glom onto that as a deterrent to his plan (not that he's going to be deterred now that it's in his head), he adds, "And Scott won't mind. We kind of have a loose policy on snogging."
"I can't imagine why." Billie has heard about the half of London and the quarter of Glasgow. He's pretty sure she's been witness to the most of Cardiff (He's an exhibitionist, so sue him.) and, of course, he's already kissed her quite thoroughly. At least twice.
He waits till she stops laughing again (flip-top head, flip-top head...) and grins. "I'm gonna do it."
"Are not."
"Am too."
"Wanker."
"Obviously."
They go on like this for quite a while, until he declares with a certain finality: "I'm going to snog Christopher Eccleston and he's damn well going to like it!"
It's just his luck that one Christopher Eccleston chooses that exact moment to walk into the trailer. "What was that?" he says --no, more like scowls. Chris is a champion scowler. It comes with being Serious.
"Well, go on," Billie urges, the dare lighting up her eyes. "Tell him!"
"Tell me what?" Chris glowers at them both suspiciously. The man's got great survival instincts.
There's nothing like a challenge, no sirree.
He rises from his chair with a theatrical flourish and a helpless shrug.
"I've always been better at show than tell."
--end--
June 27, 2007
Nothing to see here. Move it along. *cough*.