Doctor Who ficlet, Jack/Ten
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cheesycatsThe idea for this fic came from a discussion I had with some co-workers about how Southerners love to feed everybody, and fret and fuss to make sure you get enough to eat.
Title: Picnic Crashers from Outer Space
Pairing: Jack and Ten
Rating: G
Word count: 300+
Spoilers: none
“Y’all want s’more hot dogs? Bill just took some hot off the grill.”
“Well…” The Doctor hesitated. “Maybe just one --”
The smiling woman put two fully loaded hot dogs on his plate.
“Here, darlin’, try some of Miss Vida’s tater salad. She makes the best in town!”
“Ooooh, yes please!” Jack cooed.
The woman piled a heaping helping of potato salad on Jack’s plate, while the Doctor received an equally large helping of something an elderly woman called “pink fluffy stuff”.
“Y’all need more Coke? Bud, bring these boys some more Cokes.”
“Really, we’re fi--”
Two icy cold cans were promptly placed in front of them.
During a lull in the feeding frenzy, the Doctor held his stomach and groaned, “I’m not built like the Tardis, you know.”
Jack took a bite of hamburger. “Yeah but,” he said as he chewed, “I was right about coming here, wasn’t I?”
The Doctor sipped his Coke and belched. “Ooh, pardon me. I suppose you were. This is incredible!”
Jack grinned contentedly. “There’s nothing like a Fourth of July picnic for the unabashed enjoyment of American excess—and there’s nowhere like the American South for eatin’!”
“Don’t tell me you’ve finished already!” a cheery, grandmotherly woman scolded the Doctor.
“Really, I don’t think I can--”
“Don’t they feed you over there in England?” She shook her head. “Skin and bones. You need to take after your good-lookin’ American friend there and eat something ever’ once in awhile. Somethin’ that’ll stick to your ribs!”
Jack winked at the woman. “Yes ma’am, he sure does.”
“Lemme get y’all some coconut cake. Or do y’all want strawberry pie? The peach ice cream’s just about done. I’ll get y’all some of that too.” The lady hurried off to the dessert table before the Doctor could protest.
“So,” Jack said as he finished off the pink fluffy stuff on the Doctor’s plate. “How about Thanksgiving for lunch tomorrow?”
The Doctor answered with another belch.
Title: Picnic Crashers from Outer Space
Pairing: Jack and Ten
Rating: G
Word count: 300+
Spoilers: none
“Y’all want s’more hot dogs? Bill just took some hot off the grill.”
“Well…” The Doctor hesitated. “Maybe just one --”
The smiling woman put two fully loaded hot dogs on his plate.
“Here, darlin’, try some of Miss Vida’s tater salad. She makes the best in town!”
“Ooooh, yes please!” Jack cooed.
The woman piled a heaping helping of potato salad on Jack’s plate, while the Doctor received an equally large helping of something an elderly woman called “pink fluffy stuff”.
“Y’all need more Coke? Bud, bring these boys some more Cokes.”
“Really, we’re fi--”
Two icy cold cans were promptly placed in front of them.
During a lull in the feeding frenzy, the Doctor held his stomach and groaned, “I’m not built like the Tardis, you know.”
Jack took a bite of hamburger. “Yeah but,” he said as he chewed, “I was right about coming here, wasn’t I?”
The Doctor sipped his Coke and belched. “Ooh, pardon me. I suppose you were. This is incredible!”
Jack grinned contentedly. “There’s nothing like a Fourth of July picnic for the unabashed enjoyment of American excess—and there’s nowhere like the American South for eatin’!”
“Don’t tell me you’ve finished already!” a cheery, grandmotherly woman scolded the Doctor.
“Really, I don’t think I can--”
“Don’t they feed you over there in England?” She shook her head. “Skin and bones. You need to take after your good-lookin’ American friend there and eat something ever’ once in awhile. Somethin’ that’ll stick to your ribs!”
Jack winked at the woman. “Yes ma’am, he sure does.”
“Lemme get y’all some coconut cake. Or do y’all want strawberry pie? The peach ice cream’s just about done. I’ll get y’all some of that too.” The lady hurried off to the dessert table before the Doctor could protest.
“So,” Jack said as he finished off the pink fluffy stuff on the Doctor’s plate. “How about Thanksgiving for lunch tomorrow?”
The Doctor answered with another belch.
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Date: 2007-07-05 05:16 pm (UTC)