Doctor Who Drabble - Sonic Screwdriver
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order_of_chaosTitle: In which implications are made about the sonic screwdriver.
Author:order_of_chaos
Pairing: Jack/Ninth Doctor
Rating: PG
Summary: See title.
ETA: Revised, 1st December, 2007
Author:
order_of_chaosPairing: Jack/Ninth Doctor
Rating: PG
Summary: See title.
ETA: Revised, 1st December, 2007
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“Vibration setting, Doctor? Didn’t know you were that kinky.” Jack strokes the sonic device speculatively, rolling it between his palms. “I don’t suppose…?”
The Doctor snatches it away, scowling. “It’s not a sex toy, it’s a screwdriver. It’s used for screwing things.…” And he’s more distracted than he likes to admit, because there’s no way he shouldn’t have seen that coming. Time to get a bit of his own back, then.
Jack’s laughing, warm and amused. “Like I said,” he returns. “Kinky.”
The Doctor sighs. Tucks the screwdriver safely into his jacket. Runs one finger lightly along the curve of Jack’s smile, corner to corner and back again. He pauses, committing the moment to memory – Jack’s eyes wide, the faint movement of breath against his fingertip, the stretch of time passing very, very slowly.
Then he taps Jack on the nose, grins widely, and pretends nothing ever happened.
“Vibration setting, Doctor? Didn’t know you were that kinky.” Jack strokes the sonic device speculatively, rolling it between his palms. “I don’t suppose…?”
The Doctor snatches it away, scowling. “It’s not a sex toy, it’s a screwdriver. It’s used for screwing things.…” And he’s more distracted than he likes to admit, because there’s no way he shouldn’t have seen that coming. Time to get a bit of his own back, then.
Jack’s laughing, warm and amused. “Like I said,” he returns. “Kinky.”
The Doctor sighs. Tucks the screwdriver safely into his jacket. Runs one finger lightly along the curve of Jack’s smile, corner to corner and back again. He pauses, committing the moment to memory – Jack’s eyes wide, the faint movement of breath against his fingertip, the stretch of time passing very, very slowly.
Then he taps Jack on the nose, grins widely, and pretends nothing ever happened.