Ten/Giles/Wesley fic, part 2 of ?
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cheesycatsPart 2 of the Ten/Giles/Wesley fic. Rated PG-13. This bit's a little shorter than the last one. Still no smut, but lots of talking. They won't shut up. ;)
“You know,” Giles said, “This is the strangest bottle of champagne. We’ve been drinking and drinking and drinking and it never depletes. Why do you suppose that is?”
“Do you think it’s bewitched?” Wesley said.
“Never was much for magic, but that’s my kind of spell!” The Doctor said cheerily. “None of us seem to be exceptionally drunk either. Just pleasantly squiffy.” He took another sip of champagne.
“Another toast then!” Wesley suggested. “To… to… uh, to…” Wesley lowered his glass slightly as his mind whirred in thought. “Oh, I know!” He lifted it again. “To--”
“The Bishop’s Wife!” Giles exclaimed.
“Yes! To the Bishop’s--who?” Wesley asked.
“The movie, with Cary Grant? He played an angel who gave this elderly professor chap a bottle of wine that always remained full, no matter how much he drank from it. The wine was inspiring and uplifting without being inebriating and the professor was finally able to complete his life’s work.” Giles’s eyes widened. “Good Lord! You don’t suppose Jack is an angel?”
The three looked at each other and then burst into simultaneous laughter. When the laughter finally died down the Doctor asked. “So, I gather you two are a couple, am I right? Are you still in the flustered complements and longing glances stage of the relationship or have you got round to the shagging?”
Wesley choked on the champagne he’d just swallowed. The Doctor patted him on the back until Wesley recovered his composure. “Sorry, Wesley, was that too forward? I’ve been told I’m a bit too forward. Well—rude is a better word for it, I suppose.”
Giles decided to answer the question. “No, no, in light of present circumstances I believe it’s an appropriate question. Um, y-y-yes, we are a couple.” He looked warmly at Wesley. “A… thoroughly involved couple. But it’s still a fairly new development in our lives, you see.”
Wesley smiled at his lover’s tender tone. “It’s just that we haven’t told anyone about our relationship, Doctor. Things around here are complicated enough without adding more… complications.”
The Doctor nodded understandingly. “Well, it’s daft to keep these things under wraps if you ask me. But, nature of the times. And that’s something I know a little about. Time. And nature. And wraps. Came across an interesting recipe for an enchilada sort of thing once. Girl said it was made from tree bark—pretty little thing—the girl, not the tree bark. Or the enchilada.” The Doctor grimaced. “That needed some work, let me tell you.” He looked at Giles and Wesley, who were staring at him, puzzled. “I talk too much don’t I? Sorry. This version of myself seems to have a fondness for oral exercise. Speaking of which, does anyone else have the sudden urge to snog an Englishman, or is that just me?”
“You know,” Giles said, “This is the strangest bottle of champagne. We’ve been drinking and drinking and drinking and it never depletes. Why do you suppose that is?”
“Do you think it’s bewitched?” Wesley said.
“Never was much for magic, but that’s my kind of spell!” The Doctor said cheerily. “None of us seem to be exceptionally drunk either. Just pleasantly squiffy.” He took another sip of champagne.
“Another toast then!” Wesley suggested. “To… to… uh, to…” Wesley lowered his glass slightly as his mind whirred in thought. “Oh, I know!” He lifted it again. “To--”
“The Bishop’s Wife!” Giles exclaimed.
“Yes! To the Bishop’s--who?” Wesley asked.
“The movie, with Cary Grant? He played an angel who gave this elderly professor chap a bottle of wine that always remained full, no matter how much he drank from it. The wine was inspiring and uplifting without being inebriating and the professor was finally able to complete his life’s work.” Giles’s eyes widened. “Good Lord! You don’t suppose Jack is an angel?”
The three looked at each other and then burst into simultaneous laughter. When the laughter finally died down the Doctor asked. “So, I gather you two are a couple, am I right? Are you still in the flustered complements and longing glances stage of the relationship or have you got round to the shagging?”
Wesley choked on the champagne he’d just swallowed. The Doctor patted him on the back until Wesley recovered his composure. “Sorry, Wesley, was that too forward? I’ve been told I’m a bit too forward. Well—rude is a better word for it, I suppose.”
Giles decided to answer the question. “No, no, in light of present circumstances I believe it’s an appropriate question. Um, y-y-yes, we are a couple.” He looked warmly at Wesley. “A… thoroughly involved couple. But it’s still a fairly new development in our lives, you see.”
Wesley smiled at his lover’s tender tone. “It’s just that we haven’t told anyone about our relationship, Doctor. Things around here are complicated enough without adding more… complications.”
The Doctor nodded understandingly. “Well, it’s daft to keep these things under wraps if you ask me. But, nature of the times. And that’s something I know a little about. Time. And nature. And wraps. Came across an interesting recipe for an enchilada sort of thing once. Girl said it was made from tree bark—pretty little thing—the girl, not the tree bark. Or the enchilada.” The Doctor grimaced. “That needed some work, let me tell you.” He looked at Giles and Wesley, who were staring at him, puzzled. “I talk too much don’t I? Sorry. This version of myself seems to have a fondness for oral exercise. Speaking of which, does anyone else have the sudden urge to snog an Englishman, or is that just me?”
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Date: 2006-08-03 10:38 pm (UTC)HEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
And I can totally see the face he makes before the "That needed some work..."
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Date: 2006-08-16 07:19 pm (UTC)