Matched Pair 1/1
Fic: Matched Pair
Author: wmr
wendymr
Characters: Ten/Rose, Jack
Rated: Crack [okay, PG]
Disclaimer: Absolute, total crack. All
christn7's fault. Go away now.
Summary: "We were sort of hopin' for a favour..."
This piece of insanity is totally in return for
christn7's promise to write me Jack/Doctor slash. Time to deliver, Dave! And here it is, in all its gorgeous intensity. Don't wait. Run and read it now!
Matched Pair
“Okay, I know I said stay in touch, but I didn’t expect to see you guys again this soon.”
Jack’s standing by his perception filter, hands on his hips, grinning at Rose, who’s peering around the edge of the TARDIS door.
“There a problem if I miss you an’ want to see you?” she protests.
He grins, striding over. “Miss you too. And you know you’re always welcome here. Hey, I even told you there’s always a job here for you if you ever come to your senses and leave him for me.”
She grins back; it’s a familiar exchange. “An’ we’ve told you there’s still room in the TARDIS for you if you ever get fed up with living in a dungeon.”
Now that he’s closer, there’s something a bit different about Rose. Something... Yeah. Her face is a bit... fatter? Not that he’d ever tell her that, of course. Unlike the Doctor, he does have some sense of self-preservation when it comes to women and their appearance.
“Hey, aren’t you gonna come on out so I can hug you?” he says instead.
She hesitates, and that’s when he knows there’s something wrong. But he waits, and after a few moments she nods, pulls the door a little wider and exits.
That’s when it’s staring him in the face. Her belly. Her very... prominent belly. Her very pregnant belly.
“Hey!” he exclaims, staring, a wide smile on his face. “Look at you! You two finally did it! And - wow! When’s it due?”
She pulls a face, one hand curved protectively over her bump. “We’re not sure. Not exactly well-researched, this, human-Time Lord procreation. The Doctor thinks it could be another six months. Or maybe nine. Maybe even twelve.”
His jaw slackens. “Can’t he get any more precise than that?”
“Nope. An’ he wonders why I get irritable.” But then she smiles. “Still. ‘S pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
“You bet!” He springs forward and hugs her, fascinated by the differences in her body, the way she fills his arms now in a way she never did before. “Hey, do I get to be Uncle Jack?”
She thumps his bicep playfully. “Course you do. Thing is, though...” She pulls back a little, still in his arms but a looser hold. “We were sort of hopin’ for a favour.”
“Oh?” He touches her face lightly. God, she’s gorgeous like this. The Doctor’s a lucky bastard. “Anything, you know that.”
Pulling back, she smoothes her hand over her belly again. “This... ‘s not easy, you know. We were hopin’... well, that you might help out a bit.”
“Anything,” he promises again. “What? You want a doctor who won’t ask questions? I know Owen’s not got the best bedside manner in the world, but he is a good doctor.”
“Not exactly.” Now she’s looking awkward.
“What is it? Come on, spit it out.”
“ ‘S more like we need some extra help on the TARDIS. ‘S gettin’ a bit difficult sometimes, an’ you’re the only one we trust.”
Really? Well, it’s flattering, of course, but... “Wouldn’t Martha be better? I mean, she is a doctor, and she’s UNIT, and she knows the Doctor...”
Rose is stifling a smile. “Think he’d be a bit too embarrassed to have Martha around. You - well, he says he’s seen you in worse condition so he can just about live it down.”
“Live what down?”
The TARDIS door creaks open again, and this time the Doctor’s head appears in the gap. And... wait a minute, he’s looking a bit - well, fuller in the face too, isn’t he? “Doctor?”
Slowly, and obviously with great reluctance, the Doctor opens the door a bit more. “Forgot something about Gallifreyan pregnancies. Always twins. Always carried separately by both parents.”
He steps out onto the cobblestones, his pregnant belly curving out in a perfect match to Rose’s. “Bit difficult, what with both of us throwing up together in the mornings. Really need someone who’s not pregnant around to make the tea.”
Jack blinks, then recovers enough to say, “Just as long as you promise me it’s not catching. I am never doing that again.”
- end
Author: wmr
wendymr
Characters: Ten/Rose, Jack
Rated: Crack [okay, PG]
Disclaimer: Absolute, total crack. All
christn7's fault. Go away now.
Summary: "We were sort of hopin' for a favour..."
This piece of insanity is totally in return for
christn7's promise to write me Jack/Doctor slash. Time to deliver, Dave! And here it is, in all its gorgeous intensity. Don't wait. Run and read it now!
Matched Pair
“Okay, I know I said stay in touch, but I didn’t expect to see you guys again this soon.”
Jack’s standing by his perception filter, hands on his hips, grinning at Rose, who’s peering around the edge of the TARDIS door.
“There a problem if I miss you an’ want to see you?” she protests.
He grins, striding over. “Miss you too. And you know you’re always welcome here. Hey, I even told you there’s always a job here for you if you ever come to your senses and leave him for me.”
She grins back; it’s a familiar exchange. “An’ we’ve told you there’s still room in the TARDIS for you if you ever get fed up with living in a dungeon.”
Now that he’s closer, there’s something a bit different about Rose. Something... Yeah. Her face is a bit... fatter? Not that he’d ever tell her that, of course. Unlike the Doctor, he does have some sense of self-preservation when it comes to women and their appearance.
“Hey, aren’t you gonna come on out so I can hug you?” he says instead.
She hesitates, and that’s when he knows there’s something wrong. But he waits, and after a few moments she nods, pulls the door a little wider and exits.
That’s when it’s staring him in the face. Her belly. Her very... prominent belly. Her very pregnant belly.
“Hey!” he exclaims, staring, a wide smile on his face. “Look at you! You two finally did it! And - wow! When’s it due?”
She pulls a face, one hand curved protectively over her bump. “We’re not sure. Not exactly well-researched, this, human-Time Lord procreation. The Doctor thinks it could be another six months. Or maybe nine. Maybe even twelve.”
His jaw slackens. “Can’t he get any more precise than that?”
“Nope. An’ he wonders why I get irritable.” But then she smiles. “Still. ‘S pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
“You bet!” He springs forward and hugs her, fascinated by the differences in her body, the way she fills his arms now in a way she never did before. “Hey, do I get to be Uncle Jack?”
She thumps his bicep playfully. “Course you do. Thing is, though...” She pulls back a little, still in his arms but a looser hold. “We were sort of hopin’ for a favour.”
“Oh?” He touches her face lightly. God, she’s gorgeous like this. The Doctor’s a lucky bastard. “Anything, you know that.”
Pulling back, she smoothes her hand over her belly again. “This... ‘s not easy, you know. We were hopin’... well, that you might help out a bit.”
“Anything,” he promises again. “What? You want a doctor who won’t ask questions? I know Owen’s not got the best bedside manner in the world, but he is a good doctor.”
“Not exactly.” Now she’s looking awkward.
“What is it? Come on, spit it out.”
“ ‘S more like we need some extra help on the TARDIS. ‘S gettin’ a bit difficult sometimes, an’ you’re the only one we trust.”
Really? Well, it’s flattering, of course, but... “Wouldn’t Martha be better? I mean, she is a doctor, and she’s UNIT, and she knows the Doctor...”
Rose is stifling a smile. “Think he’d be a bit too embarrassed to have Martha around. You - well, he says he’s seen you in worse condition so he can just about live it down.”
“Live what down?”
The TARDIS door creaks open again, and this time the Doctor’s head appears in the gap. And... wait a minute, he’s looking a bit - well, fuller in the face too, isn’t he? “Doctor?”
Slowly, and obviously with great reluctance, the Doctor opens the door a bit more. “Forgot something about Gallifreyan pregnancies. Always twins. Always carried separately by both parents.”
He steps out onto the cobblestones, his pregnant belly curving out in a perfect match to Rose’s. “Bit difficult, what with both of us throwing up together in the mornings. Really need someone who’s not pregnant around to make the tea.”
Jack blinks, then recovers enough to say, “Just as long as you promise me it’s not catching. I am never doing that again.”
- end