Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or King Kong
On the planet Earth, in the city of Los Angeles, in Graumann's Chinese Theatre, in the 9:45pm showing of (Peter Jackson's) King Kong, in the back row, in this order: sits the Doctor (psst, Nine!), Rose, and Jack.
Rose and Jack have popcorn. The Doctor steals from Rose, Rose steals from Jack, and Jack whinges but is helpless against the combined sex-ay of DRose.
Then the Leading Man(tm)
(NOT Adrien Brody)
comes on the screen. Dark haired, bedroom-eyed, and white toothed, he is
Buzz Baxter
Movie Star For Hire
Rose looks at Jack. Jack pretends not to have been looked at. Rose nudges the Doctor. The Doctor, getting it, does his manly chuckle; Rose snorts like a baby hippopotamus.
Jack does not know these people.
He looks nothing at all like that guy on the screen.
Today never happened. And if you say it did, he will kill you.
(Later, back in the TARDIS, in deepest privacy, chair under the door, he gazes in a mirror and tries to simulate a mustache in to see if it looks dashing on him. It does, actually. But They would never let him live it down.)
THE END