'You Better Run, You Better Take Cover ' (for capj_harkness)

[first_in_time]

The wardrobe in the Guardian's TARDIS was quite kind as to provide Barbara with a rack of clothes to choose from. Well, probably not just Barbara, but it certainly felt that way. The dress she chose fitted perfectly, and even the bottom hem stopped at the perfect length above the floor. She smoothed the dress over her hips as she admired herself in

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[capj_harkness]

Again Jack fired, but this time it didn't have quite so much the desired effect. One of the tentacles wrapped around his leg and pulled him to the ground, dragging him further in.

[first_in_time]

"Hopefully," she echoed in agreement.

Their guide had fled. Barbara presumed that he heard her screams and left before he could be blamed for whatever someone might have found in the mine. Maybe they'd see him in town later on and he'd ask how they got out, and where they'd retrieved the box from. Or maybe he'd fled town to another place where he might seek his fortune, or find his family. Who knew.

"Right, I'm going to clean myself up and find the Doctor to show him this," Barbara told the Captain once they were back on board the TARDIS. Most of the large balls of goop had dripped from Barbara's hands and the box as they trekked back to the ship. Some, however, continued to cling in a disgusting way to the layer of body juice still covering the box. "Is there a message you'd like passed on?"

[capj_harkness]

Jack shook his head. "Send me a message. Let me know what he says."

[first_in_time]

"I can do that. Thank you again, Captain." She smiled and might have squeezed his arm were her hands not so gross.