[Fic] This is what happens when I watch too much Doctor Who.
Title: Exterminate!
Pairing: Zack/Jason
Fandom: Original, with references to Doctor Who as a show
Theme: #16, invincible/unrivaled at 30_kisses
Disclaimer: Zack and Jason are mine. Doctor Who, Daleks, Torchwood, etc. are not mine (property of BBC, I believe).
Back when Jason's dad was actually a living, emoting, fun person, when Jason was just a kid, he made sure his children were raised on all the classics. Not the least of these was Doctor Who. Jason's mother was so much more mellow then, too; she only really minded when the boy tore apart the kitchen to make a costume.
Metal colander on his head and whisk in his hand, eight-year-old Jason would chase his sister around the house, shouting "Exterminate! Exterminate!" at the top of his lungs. Then she would find a laser pointer and chase him back, flashing it at him, until their mother chased them both outside.
"Of course," a much older Jason sighed, "She always won in the end, since she was my big sister and the Doctor and all."
Zack's face lit up as he listened. "You know, I do have a whisk and an LED flashlight, if you'd like to give it another shot."
"I thought you'd never ask."
He wasted no time in darting to the kitchen and shuffling through the drawers for a whisk, though he decided to forgo the colander this time. Back in the living room, he found Zack with a tie haphazardly looped around his neck, pointing a blue LED flashlight as menacingly as possible.
Jason matched the attack by holding his boyfriend at whisk-point. He declared, in a faux-mechanical voice, "Exterminate!"
And so the battle raged on. Half an hour later, they tumbled onto Zack's couch, Jason pinning his Doctor in place and holding the whisk to his throat.
"Oh, Doctor," Jason purred, taunting, "You always thought you were so invincible. Yet here you are, mine at last." He brushed the whisk tenderly over Zack's cheek.
His captive turned him a compassionate, pitying smile. "You poor, poor creature. The one thing a Dalek can never know... touch."
With a click of his tongue, Jason tossed the whisk aside. "Silly Time Lord. It was all just a ploy." He laid his hands on Zack's face and whispered, "I already told you. You're mine now." With that, he claimed the lips of his silly Time Lord, carelessly violating all logic and canon. "Every bit as wonderful as I imagined, Doctor."
When his apparent captor drew back, Zack grimaced up at him. "Must you destroy my entire childhood?"
"Shut up and get back in character."
Zack rolled his eyes. "Oh, right. Because you're entirely in character right now. All the Daleks really wanted was to hook up with the Doctor."
"I'm a Torchwood Dalek."
(crossposted to 30_kisses)
Pairing: Zack/Jason
Fandom: Original, with references to Doctor Who as a show
Theme: #16, invincible/unrivaled at 30_kisses
Disclaimer: Zack and Jason are mine. Doctor Who, Daleks, Torchwood, etc. are not mine (property of BBC, I believe).
Back when Jason's dad was actually a living, emoting, fun person, when Jason was just a kid, he made sure his children were raised on all the classics. Not the least of these was Doctor Who. Jason's mother was so much more mellow then, too; she only really minded when the boy tore apart the kitchen to make a costume.
Metal colander on his head and whisk in his hand, eight-year-old Jason would chase his sister around the house, shouting "Exterminate! Exterminate!" at the top of his lungs. Then she would find a laser pointer and chase him back, flashing it at him, until their mother chased them both outside.
"Of course," a much older Jason sighed, "She always won in the end, since she was my big sister and the Doctor and all."
Zack's face lit up as he listened. "You know, I do have a whisk and an LED flashlight, if you'd like to give it another shot."
"I thought you'd never ask."
He wasted no time in darting to the kitchen and shuffling through the drawers for a whisk, though he decided to forgo the colander this time. Back in the living room, he found Zack with a tie haphazardly looped around his neck, pointing a blue LED flashlight as menacingly as possible.
Jason matched the attack by holding his boyfriend at whisk-point. He declared, in a faux-mechanical voice, "Exterminate!"
And so the battle raged on. Half an hour later, they tumbled onto Zack's couch, Jason pinning his Doctor in place and holding the whisk to his throat.
"Oh, Doctor," Jason purred, taunting, "You always thought you were so invincible. Yet here you are, mine at last." He brushed the whisk tenderly over Zack's cheek.
His captive turned him a compassionate, pitying smile. "You poor, poor creature. The one thing a Dalek can never know... touch."
With a click of his tongue, Jason tossed the whisk aside. "Silly Time Lord. It was all just a ploy." He laid his hands on Zack's face and whispered, "I already told you. You're mine now." With that, he claimed the lips of his silly Time Lord, carelessly violating all logic and canon. "Every bit as wonderful as I imagined, Doctor."
When his apparent captor drew back, Zack grimaced up at him. "Must you destroy my entire childhood?"
"Shut up and get back in character."
Zack rolled his eyes. "Oh, right. Because you're entirely in character right now. All the Daleks really wanted was to hook up with the Doctor."
"I'm a Torchwood Dalek."
(crossposted to 30_kisses)