It's was a calm peaceful day at UNIT. No aliens were attacking for once, and everyone was in a good mood, even the Doctor, though he was still trapped on earth.
Sgt. Mulligan have been stationed there long enough to be suspicious about that. So suspicious that he was his concerns to his friends, Sgt. Benton and Lieut. Pierce.
"Oh, I'm sure the general mood's gotten to him," said Benton. "Jo's been working on him some, too."
"More so than you realize, sir," said a passing private.
"What do you mean?" asked Pierce.
"Watch," said the private as the Doctor and Jo passed. "Oh, um, sir? Mr. Doctor?"
"What is it?" Asked the Time Lord.
"I couldn't help but notice that you're missing a button, and," he pulled a black button out of his pocket, "it seems to match the one Ms. Grant dropped." Jo blushed madly and the Doctor paled as he swiped the button out of the private's hand.
"Thank you," he said briskly, nudging Jo along.
"Anytime," said the private, grinning widely.
"…More so indeed," said Mulligan once the twosome had gone.
"About time too," chuckled Benton. "What's your name, private?"
"Michael Trent," said the private.
"I trust this little bit of intel won't leave the four of us?"
"Of course not sir."
"Good lad. Now, pull up a seat. I want to know how you figured it out."
Bloody: *shoots wall* Bored!
Unicorn: Yes. She was driven by boredom to write this little drabble, because there's simply not enough Jo/Three out there. She doesn't own DW, so hasta la vista, baby! *dons leather jacket and black shades*