mid-summer cleaning
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Once upon a time, the Doctor visited Torchwood, as he did occasionally, when no one was looking. He did have to refill the TARDIS with rift and plothole energy on a somewhat regular basis, and since he’d managed to get over his ‘prejudice’ of Jack… or rather, since he’d realised that gravol helped with temporal-anomaly based nausea, the Doctor had taken to using the underground
So, there he was in the main part of the hub, sitting with his feet up, and a magazine in hand. He threw out the occasional witty comment and generally annoyed the hell out of the entire Torchwood team.
Suddenly, Mywfanny started squawking, and it might have been to alert everyone about the intruder (who I will introduce presently) or it could have just been that she was upset about being utterly ignored by everyone to the point of virtual non-existence 89% of the time. Anyway, the intruder. The elevator started running, bringing her down to the hub in a flurry of dramatically lit close-ups and exciting music. She was young, and a rebel, and spunky, and blonde. And no, she wasn’t Rose.
She was…
“Jenny!” the Doctor shouted, throwing aside his magazine in shock. He rubbed his eyes, not in surprise, but more to produce an appropriate red-eyed contriteness.
Jack’s reaction (he’d poked his head out of his office just as the dramatic music started) was far more succinct and honest:
“Oh shit.”
***Cue opening credits***
The Doctor stared down his one time friend with a look that had made whole civilizations turn, tail between legs, and run.
“I absolutely cannot, refuse to believe that you expect me to accept and forgive you for SLEEPING WITH MY DAUGHTER!”
“Not to mention stealing my ship,” said Jenny, glaring.
"But I didn't know you then and I couldn't possibly known she was your daughter." Jack paused, realising. "Hey you didn't even know you had a daughter back then. In fact, technically speaking, she wasn’t even that you’s daughter. So, I am absolved of all misdeeds."
The Doctor gave him *a look*
Jack met *the look* levelly, daring it. Of course, in a staring contest between an immortal and a Time Lord the victor is usually the latter. Maybe the Doctor didn’t succeed in breaking Jack’s smuggidlyness, but he did dent it a very, very little bit:
“Time isn’t linear you stupid dunce!” the Doctor said. “It’s like a great big ball of… um, well, its wibbly.”
“And wobbly,” Jenny chipped in.
“And, um, stuff,” her father finished.
Jack blinked.
Ianto, who had shown up at some point when this author wasn’t paying attention, also blinked in subtle disbelief/amusement/wtf are they talking about and don’t they realise that their non-explanation makes no sense???
"See this is why I don't time travel anymore," Jack grumbled.
"No, actually,” the Doctor said, “you don't travel, because I deactivated your hopper."
“And because you were directly responsible for blowing up my ship!” Jack shouted, meeting word for word. “I never would have taken up hitch-hiking with you lot in the first place if it hadn’t been for –”
“One,” the Doctor said, cutting him off, “you would have tagged along anyways because you wanted in my pants. And two, that explosion was your own fault for being less than bright and then picking an odd time to develop a conscience. Also, I think you really wanted to ride that bomb.”
“I saved your life!”
“Yes, thanks for that.”
All through this exchange, Jenny’s eyes were steadily bulging.
“You blew up a ship?” she asked. “Was it by any chance the same ship that –”
“Sorry, sweets,” said Jack, earning himself a glare from both Time Lords.
“You BLEW UP MY SHIP! You Bastard!!” Jenny shouted, and then she hit Jack with, um… a shoe? “You slept with me and stole my ship and BLEW IT UP! You owe me a new ship!”
“Ah,” said the Doctor, who had winced and cheered appropriately at his daughter’s curses. “Jack?”
“That wasn’t very decent of you,” Ianto observed.
“Yeah, well,” said Jack. He glanced from fuming mad father to cheated and wronged daughter. “Once again, single-handedly, I’ve managed to piss off an entire bloody species.”
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Oh, brilliant! Just brilliant! I was wondering when I'd see this popping up on here! :D I'm glad you finally posted it.
Now, if I could only get you to write that Jenny and Susan quickie you mentioned the last time we chatted.
*feeds CP's plot bunnies super excited, happy bunny mix*
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1. The act of being insufferable smug
2. The act of being Jack
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I thought this was really funny - sort of in the vein of the stuff Magnus sometimes posts on DbyA and, let's face it, no more clever-clever and self-referential than that Benton!/Duggan! thing I posted on the 'Spoon the other week. Especially enjoyed Jenny's reaction to getting her ship blown up and Ten's suggestion that Jack "really wanted to ride that bomb", because you totally know that he did!
More cracky humour!fic please! You seem to have an aptitude for it! ;D
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*Suddenly recalls abject failure to read Hex, Seven, Ace story*
*runs*
"Look, miss I printed it off, but the pages were all in the WRONG ORDER. It was hard to read... and then... I was too busy writing UNIT: Strange Weapons to print it off again..."
I'm sorry, clocket, I'll get on to it. All the more, since I am very intrigued as to what's actually going on it. I just managed to print off what appears to be a random selection of pages and spent the rest of the week trying not to let my OCs get out of hand. Which they did anyway, if I'm honest.
I'm glad you shared your 'lost' fic. If you have some you don't know what to do with, I found a comm the other week that takes in stray plot bunnies. I'll go see if I can find it again...
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And *guilty look* I must also get around to reading your UNIT: stories. It's been on my too-do list for entirely too long.
This comm for lost and stay bunnies sounds like a most magnificient thing. I've a whole back folder of them. Every so often I go and riffle around in there, but usually I just end up so depressed at my lack of commitment that I back hastily out feeling more than slightly pathetic.
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Don't worry. Of course, I am thrilled when somebody reads the UNIT fic, because it's so obscure, it's lovely that anyone has.
I've gone and checked and the comm is
Don't worry. All fics return in some form or other.