A/N: A little lunchtime read for giggles. Jack hates the summertime, here's why!
Back to Reality
"Oh god it's that time of year again." Jack moaned, flicking through the t.v guide.
"What's that then?" The Doctor peered over at him.
"Euro vision. Bunch of nutters dressed in silly costumes, making fools of themselves."
"Sounds like a normal night out in the city from what I've seen." He turned his attention back to his sonic screwdriver; he'd been trying out various new settings for hours. "Anyway, it's a national institution these days."
"But it's no fun anymore. It's not a fair competition either."
"Oh really?"
"Nope. It's not judged on how good a song is or how well it's performed. It's all political now. The most popular nation wins not the most talented. Poor old Great Britain ends up getting the short straw."
"Why do you care? You're not from Earth; you're not even completely human."
"That's not the point. It should be a fair contest. If a simple talent competition isn't played fairly how can anything else?"
"Oh I don't know. I think Great Britain wins every year if you ask me. After all they have the only reason for watching."
"What's that?" Jack sighed.
"Terry Wogan of course. The man is a national treasure and a genius. If the nation has to be subjected to the dulcet tones of 42 countries, might as well give the licence paying public something worth watching."
"Hmm. Of course you know it's just the start."
"Of what?" The Doctor sighed, already growing weary of the conversation.
"The death of decent t.v. From here on in the whole summer is going to be 'big brother' and 'z-list celebrity love island'." Jack grumped.
"Don't forget 'I'm a celebrity get me out of here'!"
"Oh god!"
"What's up with you?" Rose walked into the living room and flopped down on the sofa next to the Doctor.
"He's on a 'oh god summer t.v is going to rot my brain' rant."
"Oh you big baby. Just switch over."
"You can't. It's everywhere, on every channel, and thanks to intergalactic television so kindly supplied by the TARDIS in every known language in the universe."
"And some unknown to most species!" The Doctor informed him proudly.
"Yeah thanks for that, Doc. It's a nightmare!"
"You'll have to find another hobby Jack." Rose told him, picking up a magazine and flicking through it absently.
"What, you mean besides playing gooseberry with you two?"
"I think Jack has the grumps because he thinks we've been neglecting him." The Doctor stage whispered conspiratorially.
"You think?!" Rose mocked shock then winked at her lover.
"I wouldn't mind the nights alone with you two canoodling," he ignored the scoff the Dcotor gave at the word 'alone', "but even my favourite show is going to finish soon, summer comes and ruins everything." He pouted like a petulant child.
"What show would that be then?" The Doctor asked, knowing full well he was about to embarass the time agent.
Jack mumbled his response so they couldn't quite hear him
"Sorry? what was that?" The Time Lord pressed again, the mischevious sparkle flickering in his eyes.
"'Ugly Betty'" Jack sighed, a pink hue creeping up his cheeks.
Rose raised her eyes at the Doctor and they started to laugh, throwing themselves across the room at Jack.
He squealed and laughed with delight as they both tickled him until he was gasping for air and tears were streaming down his face.
"You are so cute sometimes, Captain Jack." Rose told him.
A/N: There you are, a bit of silliness to brighten your day. Let me know what you think!!!
"Catch ya on the flip flop!"