Title: Something New
Author: Angel Leviathan
Spoilers: None, except for Jack being in it.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who, characters, concept, etc, aren't mine.
Notes: Yes, I have finally gone crazy. And forever ruined tea drinking.
"Why do you do that?"
"Why don't you?" Rose shot back, dunking another biscuit into her cup of tea. She took a bite and grinned, dunking the biscuit again just to provoke him.
The Doctor sighed, confused, and took a sip of his tea. He was thankful that she'd learnt not to empty a bucket of sugar into his cup; whilst she and Jack would happily drink a concoction that called itself tea and surely looked like tea, but was actually ninety five percent sugar, masquerading as tea, he preferred a cup that had actually seen a teabag in its lifetime and not just sniffed it and drawn every speck of sugar to it like a black hole.
Jack frowned and dipped the biscuit he held into his tea, leaving it there for a while before he drew it out again. He smirked across at Rose, "Sure you're not sublimating or something?" he dipped the biscuit in again with a grin, gleefully satisfied with the disgusted look he got back.
"You're sick in the head, you know that?" she grimaced, reaching across to swat him round the head.
The end of the biscuit fell into his tea as Jack tried to form a response. He stared mournfully into the cup as the segment briefly floated, then sank, with no hope of returning.
"Serves you right," Rose sniggered.
"You gonna fish it out?" the Doctor grinned.
"No, thought I'd save it for later," he shot back, unable to hide the laughter in his eyes.
"Wish I'd never asked…"
"Try it," Rose proposed, "Go on. Try something new. Be different. Be daring. Dunk a biscuit."
He stared at her like she'd grown a second head.
"Below you or something?" Jack goaded, dipping another biscuit into his tea, cramming the whole thing in his mouth before it had the chance to break up, "Go on," he mumbled, through said biscuit.
"Beautiful…" she smiled, trying not to be disgusted, "I live with such classy blokes."
The Doctor was staring at the packet of biscuits in the middle of the kitchen table like they were going to march from the packet and eat him.
"Go on…" Rose leant closer to him, "Go on…this is your conscience speaking…dunk the biscuit…dunk the biscuit…" she bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself laughing as he reached toward the packet.
The Doctor held the biscuit up and waved it at each of them in turn, before very slowly and deliberately dipping it in his tea and eating it.
"We have a result!" Jack shouted.
"Small things amuse small minds," he finished the biscuit, "And you two must have really small minds to think I've never dunked a biscuit before."
"You what?" Rose frowned.
"Nine hundred years, you'd have thought I'd have dipped a biscuit in some tea!"
"You mean Jack's the only novice here?"
"'Fraid so."
"I had such high hopes…" she feigned disappointment. She stood up, abandoning her now empty mug of tea, "Never mind," she leant down and draped an arm round Jack's shoulders, gesticulating wildly with her free hand, "Just think of the worlds, the biscuits you haven't even seen yet…" Rose abruptly changed her tune and smacked him round the back of the head, "Dirty mind, now I'm gonna hear your bloody comment anytime there's a biscuit anywhere near a cup of tea!" she exclaimed, headed toward the door, "Sublimating!" she shook her head.
"Hey, only if you have to," Jack taunted.
"Oh trust me, I don't need to," she replied sweetly, voice echoing back as she made her way down the corridor, "And nor does the Doctor!"
He stared across the table in shock, almost choking on another biscuit.
The Doctor looked rather embarrassed, before he shrugged, "What can I say? She's a very demanding woman."
Fin