Double-Drabble: A Day Off
For dshael , who bid on me in the Support Stacie Auction. I made it a double-drabble, because she actually outbid herself when she was already in lead just to get one - such dedication must be rewarded! :) It’s 200 words exactly, not counting the title. Hope you like it, Dshael!
Characters: Jack, Ten
Prompt word: Wet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction; the characters are the property of the BBC and used here without permission. No money was made.
A Day Off
“Aw, come on, the water’s perfect!” Jack gives him a winning smile.
“It’s purple. And smells of pears.” The Doctor wrinkles his nose.
“Well… that’s what makes it perfect. For Casistrox,” Jack wheedles.
“Yes, well, I hate pears. I only brought us here because you insisted. The Ian Dury concert would have made for a much nicer holiday.” His pose is every inch wounded Time Lord dignity. “And you look silly with that purple stuff all over you.”
“Like looking at me all over, huh?” Jack leers. He’s rewarded with a blush. “Anyway, how d’you think you look, standing on this beautiful beach in a pin-striped suit?”
The Doctor frowns. “Certainly not as utterly silly as you, splashing about there all by yourself.”
A devious thought occurs to Jack. Assuming a chastised expression, he starts wading towards the beach.
“Come to your senses?” the Doctor asks, all smug superiority.
Jack nods meekly. He’s dripping with purple, pear-scented water. “Yes. I now see the downside of playing around all by myself.”
“Ah. Good. Now we can-”
Jack continues, “I get terribly lonely.” He opens his arms wide and pounces.
The Doctor is too surprised to escape his very, very tight hug.